Lawrence paced the mansion. He felt trapped like a slave reciting the same cycle of frustration and seclusion day after day. He swallowed, then closed his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. "How, how, how, how." This is pissing me off, he thought irritably, biting his lip and pulling at his ear piercing. His eyelids lowered in a dark glare at nothing particular. Deep down, she's hurting. Her heart aches, but she's too kind to do anything about it. Do better she thinks? Can vampires get high? God knows. Despite being a vampire, Lawrence had a sort of faith that there was a god. He didn't really worship, but he believed there was a god, and had faith in Him, as did Aleria. Lawrence paced the mansion-castle impatiently. After twenty minutes or so of thinking, he went to the kitchen for a snack.
Vampires can eat human food. It is just for taste, though. Blood is for the... need, and desire. And control. He opened up the fridge, waving away the blood that resided within and went for the goods. Cake. He gave a happy smile as he pulled it out of the fridge. He placed it on the counter then took out a fork from the drawer, and a plate from the cabinet. He nibbled on the cake, thoughtfully. If I were a super-duper high class vampire, would I have a secret exit, and or entrance? Yes, I would. Kay, so. Uhhh. Let's look around? Lawrence's other half shrugged, trying to be apathetic. In reality, he was even more worried.
Lawrence, didn't necessarily have split personalities, though he did have switches-random, or not-between both sides of him. More so, that he was torn between acting more like he did as a human and acting more like he does as a vampire. Let's call his vampire, Kieran. It meant, 'little dark one' in Irish. It was his middle name as his human. The one he'd forgotten. To him... it was now his vampire name.
Kieran led Lawrence to the opening of the basement. Lawrence gazed at the basement begrudgingly but opened the door anyway. The maids had forbade him to go down the basement. But that just meant that something was there. So he went anyway. Kieran smirked, now. He fumbled around for a light switch, with surprising grace, catching the small lever on the side of the hall quickly with one try. You're a vampire, you twit. Be more conscious of yourself. Lawrence frowned mentally and scowled. Kieran gave a small chuckle, out loud and stepped down the stairs, admiring the atmosphere, sarcastically.
The basement was made of stone, and was cool to the touch. The hall of the stairs Kieran was walking down had rickety wooden stairs and dim industrial lamps attached to the high ceiling. The walls were a pale grey, lined with a simple black band near the top. The rooms, themselves were actually pretty large. Kieran felt something was wrong, but kept walking, acting perfectly collected. But deep down, in this basement filled with trinkets and old artifacts, he was unnerved. There was a slightly evil air in the room, and there was a very faint smell of rotting flesh; so faint, even vampires would not be able to detect it. Lawrence. (Hm?) Do you know if there is a cemetery around here? (Huh. I don't believe there was... I'm pretty sure. I scouted the area, while looking for-Um. There isn't a cemetary near here. Lawrence finished quietly. But Kieran didn't need him to finish. He knew what he was going to say. He was going to say 'while looking for a way to Aleria'. But it couldn't be helped. Everywhere they went, they could never find her. They'd get lost and end up back at the house. She probably did that on purpose. Kieran scowled.
Kieran felt Lawrence become happier than usual then he realized he was singing again. YOU KNOW I WISH THAT I HAD JESSIE'S GIRL. WHERE CAN I FIND A WOMAN LIKE THAT?! Kieran was silent for a few moments before kicking Lawrence into his subconscious. Which... was maybe worse than leaving him there. Kieran had the sudden urge to sing Jessie's Girl, as well, now. Kieran gave a flat look, mixed with desperation as he looked around the room. It looked like a regular basement, with a few guest rooms and an entertainment area, filled with gaming systems and speakers. Kieran realized that it wasn't really happiness that Lawrence was feeling, but nervousness. Lawrence had the same sensitivity to moods and people, but was weaker against it than Kieran. Lawrence, what do you sense? (I don't know, Kieran... It just seems. Wrong. Like, inhuman. Like something twisted and sick and disgusting here happened. Lawrence sounded worried. Urgent, and scared in his mind. That worried Kieran a bit. Before Lawrence was changed he was at an institute for psychics. That power carried over and enhanced when he became a vampire. Kieran feared that he may see something... disturbing. He wouldn't be able to handle it.
Then Kieran heard it.
A horrible mental scream. High-pitched, and full of terror. It sounded like Aleria.
The basement was made of stone, and was cool to the touch. The hall of the stairs Kieran was walking down had rickety wooden stairs and dim industrial lamps attached to the high ceiling. The walls were a pale grey, lined with a simple black band near the top. The rooms, themselves were actually pretty large. Kieran felt something was wrong, but kept walking, acting perfectly collected. But deep down, in this basement filled with trinkets and old artifacts, he was unnerved. There was a slightly evil air in the room, and there was a very faint smell of rotting flesh; so faint, even vampires would not be able to detect it. Lawrence. (Hm?) Do you know if there is a cemetery around here? (Huh. I don't believe there was... I'm pretty sure. I scouted the area, while looking for-Um. There isn't a cemetary near here. Lawrence finished quietly. But Kieran didn't need him to finish. He knew what he was going to say. He was going to say 'while looking for a way to Aleria'. But it couldn't be helped. Everywhere they went, they could never find her. They'd get lost and end up back at the house. She probably did that on purpose. Kieran scowled.
Kieran felt Lawrence become happier than usual then he realized he was singing again. YOU KNOW I WISH THAT I HAD JESSIE'S GIRL. WHERE CAN I FIND A WOMAN LIKE THAT?! Kieran was silent for a few moments before kicking Lawrence into his subconscious. Which... was maybe worse than leaving him there. Kieran had the sudden urge to sing Jessie's Girl, as well, now. Kieran gave a flat look, mixed with desperation as he looked around the room. It looked like a regular basement, with a few guest rooms and an entertainment area, filled with gaming systems and speakers. Kieran realized that it wasn't really happiness that Lawrence was feeling, but nervousness. Lawrence had the same sensitivity to moods and people, but was weaker against it than Kieran. Lawrence, what do you sense? (I don't know, Kieran... It just seems. Wrong. Like, inhuman. Like something twisted and sick and disgusting here happened. Lawrence sounded worried. Urgent, and scared in his mind. That worried Kieran a bit. Before Lawrence was changed he was at an institute for psychics. That power carried over and enhanced when he became a vampire. Kieran feared that he may see something... disturbing. He wouldn't be able to handle it.
Then Kieran heard it.
A horrible mental scream. High-pitched, and full of terror. It sounded like Aleria.
I like this chapter ;-;
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