The lantern that was placed outside the house lit very low as if it would exhaust itself at any moment right now. The flicker of light falling softly on Damien’s body from the side. He knocked on the door again to wake the person who was on the other side of the door. Hearing the shuffle of footsteps coming from the other side, the door finally opened for a man who had scruff around his jaws staring at Damien with a quizzical expression.
“It is past midnight, what do you want at this ungodly hour?” asked the man not taking note of the red eyes that belonged to the man who stood in front of him. The man looked irritated for being woken up at this hour of sleep of his.
“Is Barbara in there? I would like to speak to her,” Damien said looking at the man, wondering if this was her child or her husband as he was a human.
The man, in turn, listening to this, gave a quizzical expression to Damien, “Barbara?” as if not knowing who was that person. While the man was looking at Damien with curious eyes on who he was as he didn’t appear to be from here, at least not this village which meant he was a traveller who got the wrong house and was disturbing his sleep now.
Damien’s eyes shifted to look at the door, searching through the wood to see a leaf-like pattern which he had seen previously. He was sure this was the house, “Barbara Wood. She used to live here. Brown-red hair who was of this height,” he used his hand to emphasize the height of the lady, “She was a half-vampire who used to live with her brother I believe,” said Damien with a charming smile where the man looked with an impressed expression.
The man gave some thought trying to remember before his eyebrows shot up, “Ah, the half-vampire lady. She used to be the owner of this place.”
“Where is she now?” inquired Damien.
It was hard to assume that the woman had moved out of her house to live in another place. It wasn’t as if Falcon earned well by serving the Quinn’s. None of the servants was paid too much but enough to have them going. It was one of the rules of the high society which was one way to keep their servants always bounded to them. The wage was always low as most of the servants lived in the mansion’s servants quarters where shelter and food were provided. Even if Falcon managed to save and send the money to his blood sister it was hard to believe that the person would have another house by giving this to someone else.
“She died of course,” answered the man like it was a known thing.
“How?”
“She was attacked by some of the humans here because of a feud that broke down between the humans and vampires.Well, it has been quite some years now.It’s been almost four years I believe,”answered the man nonchalantly, “Feuds are very common here and one or the other dies when it takes place-”
Damien interrupted the man from speaking further, “Do you know where she has been buried?”
The man shrugged his shoulder, “No idea. It was my father and some other men who buried her bu my father passed away last year so I have no clue,” Damien didn’t wait and started to walk back to the cemetery slightly taken back by the information.
How strange, he thought to himself. Did Falcon know about it? There were times when servants often told lies of going somewhere but went somewhere else without their masters or mistresses’ knowledge. Four years weren’t long but he couldn’t remember if Falcon had traveled to meet his sister. He had once gone to meet her initially after which Damien himself had not taken an interest in it.
If Falcon had not gone to meet his sister while serving Quinn’s family since he was brought to the mansion, there was no way he would have known for the gore of what might have happened to his sister who he had tried to protect.
Heading towards the cemetery, he went back to where he had placed the body in between the many graves. He had bought the man here so that Falcon’s sister could take a look at her brother before he would be buried but now that she wasn’t there the whole trip appeared to be pointless at the same time it was unfortunate for how things turned out to be. Not only that but he was extremely hungry and thirsty. Having a grave prepared, he put the body in it before placing a stone which was small and not fancy enough to look like a gravestone as the body was placed in the forest.
Damien craved for blood as his hunger started to increase with the use of energy. He started to walk through the forest when his eyes started to fluctuate between red and black. His corrupted heart was beginning to act and his conscience turned hazy and back to look to see where he was walking. The usual vampires had it less bad when it came to being hungry to blood. They killed humans to get blood which Damien did too but with his corrupted heart, there was a possibility that the infection could be spread to the next person if he bit them during his corruption face.
Continuing to walk in the forest, he stepped into a new village which looked as dull as the previous one he had visited. With no light apart from the moon, his eyes scanned looking for a meal he could bite into.
A dog that was tied behind a house started to bark, one bark going to the next who woke the person who the dog belonged to. A woman came out with sleep-filled eyesthat had dark circles and who appeared to be in her forties.
