I stood in the main room of the castle staring at figures placed behind glass, the figures of people screaming their faces in clear agony as blood spewed from their mouths and open wounds, I couldn't tell if the blood was read or not, though it was still a good piece that I enjoy looking at.
They said it was a testament to the war over a thousand years ago, I do find that topic interesting, yet no one wants to tell me, I just stare at this statue, hoping I would find answers to my questions, my hand on my chin as I pondered, but it all became for not.
"What'cha doing?" A familiar voice knocked me out of my daze, my hand lowering from my face as I looked behind me.
"Oh, Letizia," I muttered from realization.
She looked as bubbly and happy as ever, looking at the statue I was just moments ago, her hand on her chin mimicking my posture.
"Why're you staring at this? It's super creepy if you ask me," She inquired, her head slightly tilting to the side as she stared up at the piece furrowing her eyebrows trying to understand.
"I'm trying to figure out what happened a thousand years ago, well I'm trying too, with the little information I have, well," My voice trailed off as my eyebrow's furrowed, gaze to the ground, trying to think of some way, any way to get my hands on said information.
"I think I saw a book on that," She said off handedly her fingers to her lips not a thought behind those crimson red eyes.
"Wait really?!" My interest was immediately peaked to the point at which it was frightening, Letizia stepped back from the sudden fright her eyebrows soon furrowing in concern when she caught her baring's.
"Y-yeah," She muttered trying to compose herself, moving her bangs out of the way of her eyes, a bit disorganized after the sudden fright.
"I saw one of the vampires reading it just a few months ago, at the ball,'1000 years and 1000 more'," She recalled, her hand cupping her cheek as she stared up at the ceiling, as if the memory is just falling into her. "Though I haven't seen her back since the ball,"
"So it's human literature?" I pondered to myself, my hand cupping my chin, and gaze back to the statue, "Well, if that's the case its clear where I can find it,"
"By the way," Letizia interrupted my thoughts to ask a question, her gaze looking into mine, one of curiosity. "I heard you got in trouble with your mom? What was that about?"
I rolled my eyes at her question remembering that pass event, with a huff I folded my arms.
"Nothing, she just wanted me to talk to Jovian more, you know get along with the spouse and make peace between the two vampire families type thing," I sighed, lowering my arms to my side, my hands turning into fists turned upright eyes narrowing just thinking about it. "But that guy just gets on my nerves! He gives me the creeps, everything about him!"
"It just feels like he's in it for the family name! To be prince of the vagabond family, he's not here for me," My voice shakes, a bit hurt my hand reached over my chest grasping at the fabric a panging feeling in my heart that I don't want there.
"all of my past spouses were like that, and he's no different, he's just," My voice trailed off realizing how I'm acting over the man I hardly knew, the tears that were welling up in the back of my eyes finally broke free as one small trickle down my face, before being swept away by my hand. "Forget it," I muttered, turning to leave the room behind me.
Letizia watched as I left, a look on concern stuck on her face as she saw me in that state for a brief moment, not sure what to make of it. She looked back to the statue in my absence, crimson still spewing from the mouths and wounds, the whole thing looking like it was made of clay.
"A thousand years ago," She muttered, to herself watching as crimson fell to the floor, stopped by the glass from spreading. "Now I wonder what happened, huh,"
Eventually she turned around and left, her heels tapping through the empty room. Leaving the statue there on its own, silent screams emanating through the glass.
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I took my strides through the forest, my arms swaying in that of hasty confidence, my eyes scanning the area for where I left those books. Leaves crunched at my feet as I moved, though I was immune to the sound having heard it so many times.
"Where is it," I muttered as I kept searching, my eyes finally laying on the bush it was left behind, with a smile, my hands plow through the leaves and branches pushing them aside as I peered inside, my heart dropping once I saw it.
The books, the cart, everything they were gone, lost somewhere and I don't know where, was this the wrong bush? Was this some kind of mistake? Did someone take it? Thoughts similar to those flooded through my mind as I checked the area carefully ignoring all other things, though as they say, "A man without fear, is just a man who's ignorant,"
As I was caught up in my mild distress I felt a sharp pain to the head, my pupils rolling back into my head as I plumet to the floor unconscious, footsteps got closer to me as a heavy shovel dropped to my side.
"There you are."