This day is the quietest place. The birds don't sing in harmony servants is absent from all vicinity and hidden far from the entrance. A carriage arrived in front of the fate of the estate. Rosaline and Emily were waiting beside the gate. With the sunlight blazing heat, Emily holds an umbrella for both it will cover her and her.
"This umbrella is so effective where the Viscountess found this treasure," Emily asked, astonished with the umbrella mitigating rising temperature.
"Emily, we need to focus and also prepare your heart. Maybe you can give me the umbrella." Rosaline announced, looking at Emily holding the umbrella tight.
The driver of the carriage steps down and opens the door.
"Well, my lady, this is my dut..y" like what happened before the cursed aura becomes undeniably deadly from all normal people losing balance and a quick burst of heartbeat and heavy breathing. The servant successfully opens the door, revealing a well-groomed man. Before Both Servants collapsed from the ground, Emily still trying to cover Rosaline from the heat.
Rosaline sighed, picking up the umbrella.
"You need to rest. I guess I try to distance him from the servants."
Emily makes an effort to stand straight. She let go of the umbrella with her strength down to zero. Rosaline looks at the driver now facing his face to the dirt road.
"Umm, you know what to do right," Rosaline pointing to the dying man ordering Emily. She nods before kissing the ground.
"Are they ok doing this to them?" Greg asked, now rear of Rosaline's sight.
"yes of course. Do you want to see my skills of slicing.." Rosaline answered, holding a small knife.
The knife shocks Greg, questioning where she gets that.
"Hurry up, you make all people here collapse," Rosaline shouted before taking the lead.
Both walk in a hallway. Greg observes her home, her place, and its scent of unfamiliar fragrance. His nose almost wanted it to smell. He sees the back of Rosaline, which is covered by his long black hair and the plain blue dress she's wearing.
"You did over-prepare yourself, Mr.Greg. It's just meeting with Viscountess what bad thing would happen?" Rosaline said, glancing at Greg, who was intensely looking at her.
"That is the problem. I will be meeting my mother-in-law in the future. I need at least presentable, and also are you not afraid of her being overwhelmed by my aura??" Greg asked, now rubbing his hands.
"She will be afraid of your aura. That's for sure who do you think I am carelessly inviting you to the estate without preparation?"
"Yes, I notice the estate is so quiet."
"Exactly. I just relocated them to another location so you will not unexpectedly meet them."
"But what about the Viscountess? Will she not be afraid of me?"
Rosaline stops walking and faces Greg.
"No way she is afraid of you am not sure she be happy to meet you," she answered, but for Greg that tone of voice just made him feel creepy and distorted.
"You're lying right"
"Yes, am lying, so good luck and let's hurry quickly. She is so complicated." She answered quickly.
LAST NIGHT
Viscount and viscountess are in their bedroom. It was full of things, breaking a loud bang and the sound of cries and despair. All servants who pass by cover their ears and try to walk away fast.
Inside the room, he lies on the bed in an awkward position. A rope tied both of his hand, leaving only his legs to be free.
"Sweetie, why am in this state?" He slowly asked, looking at the Viscountess in her nightgown and have a little messy hair holding a clear glass filled with a red wine.
"You know, am this upset, right?" she answered, looking at him through the glass of wine.
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
She chuckles, the laugh sipping the glass,stands up from her seat, and gets near to him. Sits on the side of the bed near the Viscountess.
The way she looks and her pose makes the Viscount slip into reality.
"You are still naïve and dense as always, sweetie. That behavior of yours makes me want to mess with you." She whispers in his ears the sweet voice that comes from her angelic face when she is close to him and her body is almost slightly seen through the nightgown she's wearing.
Her loose hair hits his face, carrying with it her dark fragrance, a scent he had longed for since they first met.
"Well, I will be kind to you this time." She murmurs while her hand is now gently touching his chest, sliding to his stomach and nearing the sensitive one.
"Why did you forget to tell me our precious daughter is now engaged?"She asked. Now her face was in full close view of him.
Viscount did not answer but focused on her lips, the eyes he always cherished.
"It's a long story, but it's so late now, so I will tell you tomorrow." He answered.
She smiled, almost making the Viscount lose reality again.
"But I need something as an apology today." She added, now licking her lips and pouring the remaining wine onto his neck.
"Please make it fast" he plead knowing well what she will going to do."
"I can't promise you that, so please rest well tomorrow, OK?" she replied and swiftly bit his neck.
The surge of pain, a powerful sting piercing his neck, the feeling of energy being drained from him. He is losing vision, his eyes surging overwhelming mix feelings of pleasure, pain, happiness, agony, and peace mix together, confusing him. After a few minutes, she takes her mouth away from his bitten neck, exposing a distinct bite mark and a small amount of blood seeping out from it. She cast a healing magic.
"Blood Magic: Restoration."
Blood Magic: restoration
Class: 1
Type: Attack
Specialty: Healing.
Affinity: Dark.
Blood Magic is unique to vampires. Utilizing blood as a means of tools and weapons. Here, she just healed him using his blood. Making his neck like it has never bitten but still retaining the first ever bite mark that he specially hid from the public using cosmetics.
The bite mark that closes the deal of eternal love. Her first taste of human blood and the only human blood she would ever want.
He loses consciousness after that.
PRESENT.
Greg and Rosaline are now in front of the door.
"Here we are, Mr. Greg. I am the one opening the door." She said. Greg looks around and finds odd why this area is so dark and has a lack of light and windows closed with curtains.
She opens the door. Greg looks inside the room and sees the Viscountess sitting on a chair behind the table full of documents. A curtain seals the window, making sunlight unable to penetrate it, but she can still read the documents clearly with the lack of light.
She notices the door open and place on the table to the paper she is reading.
"Welcome, Mr. Greg Bargon. Looks like this is our first meeting." She announced, staring at him intensely.
He tries to avoid her eye contact, but a feeling of fear and unknown factors have prevented him from looking at others. While Rosaline sits on the couch and drinks the tea that is served earlier.
Viscountess stood up from her chair slowly.
"You can now sit there."
Greg follows her order and sits on the couch beside Rosaline. Rosaline just looked at him with one eye. Greg just looked back and smiled, but he became agitated when someone placed a hand on his shoulder, which prompted him to quickly glance behind him.
It was the Viscountess's hands and looking at him like she was about to eat him alive. He hears Rosaline chuckle.