Memories Of The Past Vol. 2

The vampire, now alone in the Royal garden, sat there quietly. She had left him, as to not get in trouble for talking to the help for too long, so there he sit.  He raised his hand gently near his face to examine what had been placed between his fingers. His crimson eyes twinkled bright as he gaze down at his hand, and more specifically, the flower. The flower was different than the ones that remained in the tree, a bit brighter too.. His face remained near expressionless, but there was a wonder in his eyes that had not truly been there before.

She had no idea, the poor thing. He could tell she did not know of his true identity, yet he would be truly surprised if she had known who he was. Any time they had met, which that had only been once so far, did they meet with masks, as was the custom. The masks covered their faces, and they had others speak for them, so it was impossible that she would know. He had found her easily though, as her scent seemed to remain the same. She smelled of Jasmine.. Jasmine and Lavender. She opened up to him fairly easily, as he had overheard her speaking to herself about her arranged marriage to him, so finding her was far too easy.. but it was also something he happened to stumble upon. Alas, he preferred it this way, he could get to know his bride long before their wedding day. Of course, this was supposed to be forbidden, but so long as his elders and her brother did not find out, it did not matter. 

For the first time in his life, he could see color.. She was different, so much so that in comparison to anyone he had ever met, they paled to her. The women in his village, while they feared him, they attempted to mate with him quite often. She was not a warrior by any means, but he liked that about her. She didn’t look or act like a brute.. Not at all like Kain did. She was a child, sure, but she was also more of a woman than any of those in his village had claimed to be.. Her ideas, her dreams, they made him wonder and attempt to see the world in a different light. Her innocence was something to behold.

All of this had only started because of her brother, Lucien. Lucien was the king of all the “Light Dwelling” Vampires, and yet their kind and proper ways had put them in trouble.. The war, it had nothing to do with him or his village up until he showed up. For if Lucien had never come to see his elders, then he would have never had the chance to meet her.. Angelica. Of course, The Elders leapt at the chance to make a deal with the poor fool, and his sister was the only thing he could truly offer. But now, things were changing and he was beginning to wonder. Would he really be able to go through killing her after the war was said and done with?..

A sigh escaped his lips before he brought the flower up to his nose. The flower, despite having it’s own sweet scent, held her scent too.. He had never thought he could feel anything towards anyone, but the more time he spent “surveying their defenses”, the more he felt.. For her.

He would lie to her again. He felt that he wanted to. Did she need to know that he was The Vorkalth, the one that she feared, even hated? He could continue to be this Leo, and remain close, talk to her.. he could see all the sides of her that he was not meant to see until after they had been married. He didn’t care, as long as she didn’t find out before then, he could continue to spend this time with her before she truly belonged to him.