Kaelen shrugged, looking almost wistful. "I simply wandered the grounds, familiarizing myself with my new surroundings. The forest is quite beautiful under the moonlight, you know." He paused, his gaze turning thoughtful. "It's a shame, really, that I can only enjoy it now... after so many years locked away."
Aelor's heart softened a bit at that, despite himself. There was a sadness in Kaelen's words, a hint of the loneliness that came from being trapped in a coffin for who knows how long. For a moment, Aelor felt a pang of sympathy for the vampire, even if he couldn't fully trust him.
"Well," Aelor said, clearing his throat and trying to sound more authoritative, "you're... free to explore as long as you follow my commands." He shot Kaelen a pointed look. "And remember what I said—no touching."
Kaelen smirked, clearly amused by Aelor's attempt to assert control. "As you wish, Aelor," he said with a mocking bow. "Your commands are my law."
Aelor turned on his heel, his heart still racing from the encounter, and walked back toward the house, feeling Kaelen's gaze burning into his back the entire way. He couldn't help but wonder what he had gotten himself into by awakening this ancient creature. But one thing was certain—Kaelen was not like any vampire he had ever heard of. And that both fascinated and terrified him.
As Aelor began to walk back toward the house, Kaelen's voice called out to him, smooth and probing.
"Aelor," he said, the single word floating in the air between them like a lingering question. "Where do you come from?"
Aelor froze, his steps halting abruptly. He hadn't expected the question, and for a moment, he felt a cold weight settle in his chest. He glanced back at Kaelen, unsure of how much to reveal to the vampire. The truth was, he didn't want to answer at all—his past felt too far behind him, a chapter he wished to keep closed.
"Somewhere," Aelor replied, his tone carefully neutral. "Just not here. I'm staying temporarily."
Kaelen cocked his head slightly, his dark eyes narrowing in thought. "Ah," he said, his voice rich with knowing amusement. "Running away from home, then?"
Aelor's breath hitched. He hadn't expected Kaelen to make that guess, and a pang of something sharp and painful stabbed at him, something close to guilt. He didn't want to think about home, about the reason he had fled. It was easier to leave that past behind him, to focus on the present—on surviving, on figuring out what to do next.
He sank to the ground, sitting heavily on the cool grass, feeling the weight of the quiet stretch between them. He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he gazed out at the distant trees, lost in thought. The air around them was still, except for the gentle rustling of the leaves in the morning breeze.
Kaelen watched him from a distance, his gaze softening ever so slightly. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said quietly, his tone far less teasing than usual. There was a trace of something sincere in his voice, something that might have been empathy.
Aelor exhaled sharply, then shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He wasn't sure why he felt compelled to answer, but there was something about the silence that pressed on him, making him speak, even if it was just a fragment of the truth.
"I left," he murmured, his voice low. "It wasn't... a choice I wanted to make. But I had to. There was too much... too much that was broken." His words hung in the air, fragile and unfinished, a piece of himself that he wasn't quite ready to give away.
Kaelen didn't press him further, but he stepped closer, his expression unreadable. "You're not the only one with a past full of shadows," Kaelen said softly. "Sometimes, it's the only way to survive—to leave everything behind and start anew."
Aelor nodded, the weight of those words sinking in. There was a strange, unspoken understanding between them now, a bond formed not by words but by shared silence and the knowledge that they both carried things they couldn't escape.
Kaelen sat down beside Aelor, his figure casting a long shadow across the grass. The quiet lingered for a few moments, each of them lost in their thoughts. Kaelen finally spoke, his voice quiet but sincere.
"You know," he said, his gaze fixed on Aelor, "you're a good person. I can't understand it… but your soul, the way it calls out… It's as if, despite everything, you're willing to help, to set me free. Even when you don't have to."
Aelor looked down, his fingers brushing over the blades of grass. His heart thudded in his chest, but he didn't look up immediately, unsure of how to respond. The idea that Kaelen, a vampire, felt something like gratitude toward him was strange, and part of him felt uneasy. But then again, Kaelen was not like the stories. He was different—complex, layered with emotions that Aelor didn't fully understand.
"My mother," Aelor said after a long pause, his voice soft. "She taught me to be kind, to show mercy, even when the world is hard on you. She always said that kindness is what makes us human... what keeps us grounded." His voice cracked just slightly on the last part, and he quickly cleared his throat. "Even though... she's gone now."
Kaelen watched him closely, his gaze softening with an understanding that felt deeper than anything he had ever known. "I never knew my family," Kaelen murmured, his voice distant, as if lost in the fog of his own memories. "I was born into nothing, and then turned into something worse. They never taught me mercy, or kindness. I had no one."
Aelor's heart ached for him. He could see the sorrow in Kaelen's eyes, the weight of centuries on his shoulders. Even in the stillness of the moment, there was a profound loneliness that seemed to hang over the vampire.
"I… I wish I had a family, like you did. I would have liked to meet your mother," Kaelen continued, his words softer now, almost wistful. "But I know that's impossible. She's already gone, isn't she?"
Aelor felt a lump form in his throat. He had never spoken of his mother like this before, not to anyone. It was as if her memory had been locked away, and now, with Kaelen's words, it was breaking free in ways that felt both painful and comforting.
"She passed away a long time ago," Aelor whispered, his voice barely audible. "She died when I was young. I don't really have much left of her except her teachings, her kindness..."
Kaelen looked at him with a strange, almost unreadable expression, and for a moment, Aelor couldn't tell if he was pitying him or simply sharing in the same sorrow. But Kaelen didn't say anything more; he just sat there, beside him, in silence.
The wind shifted, carrying the scent of the forest and the faint rustle of leaves. Time seemed to slow as they both sat together, two beings from entirely different worlds, sharing a quiet moment of understanding.
"I'm sorry," Kaelen said finally, breaking the silence. His voice was different now—softer, more human. "I didn't mean to make you remember that... I just... I wanted to know."
Aelor nodded, not quite knowing what to say. "It's okay," he said, though his voice felt fragile. "I'm not afraid of remembering her. I just…" He hesitated. "I just wish she could have been here, to see... everything that's happening now. I don't even know what to do anymore."
Kaelen's expression softened. "You're not alone, Aelor," he said, his tone sincere. "You have the strength to keep going, and for whatever reason, that's why I'm still here. You freed me. You gave me a chance when no one else would."
Aelor looked up at Kaelen, feeling the weight of the vampire's words more than he expected. There was a warmth there, an unexpected bond between them that, despite their differences, seemed to draw them closer. And for the first time in a long while, Aelor felt as though maybe, just maybe, he wasn't completely lost.
"Maybe I am not entirely alone," Aelor murmured, his voice more confident now. "But I still have a lot of things to figure out. And I don't know where this is going… with you, with everything that's happening."
Kaelen smiled softly, his fangs glinting in the sunlight. "Then let's figure it out together."