Life inside Acheron Castle resumed normal after the return of the master and mistress of the castle and the young master.
Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner the family was gathered in the dining hall to share meals together. Alaric would always have his usual cup of coffee and a toast and bacon and eggs on his plate while Adrienne had her usual cup of tea, a boiled egg and a slice of fruit. While the unruly bubble, Rune would have his cup of milk and porridge and slice of fruit, too, on his table.
Every breakfast they were together and so were lunch where Alaric would on most days liked to have steak served on his plate which Rune the little tyke also developed liking to, especially when the steak is bloodier than usual. This is one of the most behavior the kid had had mirrored of his father.
“Don’t you think, Rune is becoming more and more of you every day, Alaric?” asked
Adrienne as she plucked a globe of grape and put it in her mouth.
“We shall hold a big wedding, Adrienne.”Alaric said in a loud and clear voice as he and Adrienne talked in the drawing-room.If that was merely talking that is, for Adrienne and Alaric had been arguing and constantly opposing each other for the past minutes about the details of the wedding.Alaric insisted on the grand wedding while Adrienne would rather have a simple one.“Alaric, I would very much like a simpler affair for this union,” said Adrienne in a cut clear tone. “If you can remember we didn’t even get to hold the grand wedding back three years ago, so what’s the point of it now?”“The point, witch, is what was three years ago was a bridge under the water. It was postponed because of unforeseen circumstances which I wasn’t able to finish in due time, thus, was delayed.”Alaric explained looking at Adrienne who was seated across him on the other sofa.Adrie
Thana Allison’s threat to Alaric couldn’t have been more than a feeble attempt of a defeated vampiress over the throne of queenship in the vampire society had there not been rigorous news of witch exploitations in the surrounding cities around Emrick City where other witches live supposedly peaceful lives until their lives were put in danger and more witches were being killed every day. It was as if to deliver a message that a wronged vampiress will not admit defeat despite the vampire whom the vampiress had long been chasing in pursuit no longer even caring about her existence. On the other hand, while the threat and slay of Thana Allison’s cruelty against the witches weren’t headline stories in Immortals Daily for names of lesser ranked vampires were the ones thrown into questions and inquisitions of these putrid matters, Alaric Emrick must be the only vampire in the society to know who was behind those recent news. If not the witch beside him who also had an i
Sebastian appeared before Alaric and Adrienne as they were having breakfast in the dining hall. He just received a letter from the front delivered by an early postman. “A mail is delivered to you, my lord,” said Sebastian as he gave him the letter on the tray. A folded newspaper was placed beside it. Alaric looked at it with disinterest as he sliced his bacon on his plate. “Can’t it wait, Sebastian? I’m having breakfast.” He asked and forked the bacon and put it in his mouth. He took a slice of bread and spread mayo on it. “It sounds urgent my lord. But, please check it once you have breakfast.” Sebastian said and nodded to him and retreated to the back standing. Adrienne took the newspaper from the tray and unfolded it in front of her. Her face scowled upon reading the news. More Witches Found Dead In Maywitch “Three more witches were found dead in Maywitch this morning as residents of the village were wa
Both Alaric and Adrienne stared at Aunt Isobel.Alaric stopped slicing the steak he had on his plate. Adrienne stayed beside the chair holding it by the frame. She slowly went to sit down beside her aunt.Adrienne faced her aunt.“But, I thought you came here so you can spend some time with us, Aunt Isobel?” asked Adrienne puzzled. “What happened?”“Do you have any plans aside from staying here, Aunt Isobel?”Alaric asked as he continued to slice his food on his plate.“You can stay with us as much as you want. As long as you want.”Aunt Isobel looked at the couple before she spoke. She smiled at them.“As much as I would like to stay here until all these are over, your mom, Adrienne, Edana also wrote to me and asked me to stay with her. She asked me if I would like to visit Transylvania and I think now is the good time to travel to that country and spend my time
The bats kept coming flying above the gate once Aunt Isobel left in the carriage. The sound of the retreating horses from her carriage disappeared. Bats however zoomed in. They flew circling the towers and turrets of the Acheron castle. Their wings were flapping above and their squeaking noise was heard all around. It was supposed to be morning but with the gray clouds above them and the sudden rumbling of the sky on the horizon, it almost felt like dusk was soon to fall to the ground. And rain might be in the next couple of minutes. "What are all these bats swimming above the castle, Alaric?" Adrienne asked alarmed and uncertain as she looked up at the sky turning her eyes to the castle. "They're coming." Alaric said with foreboding. "Who are they that you are talking about?" she asked once more watching Alaric calmly looking at the bats above them. "Thana's associates, her family, the Society." And to further answer Adrienne's questions, carriages she'd never seen before ente
She must leave. No one awaits her here. This is not where she belongs. She never even belonged the moment she stepped inside the castle to live among their kind. They have always been wary of her. She never mixed with them. She has never been seen among them. Until he came into her life, bringing her into the castle to live with him. To join his kind. To unify with him. Yet she never felt welcomed. She's been treated with indifference, coldness, and aloofness. They were different. She was different. She was a witch. A fire-witch. He was a vampire. A cold deadly one. They don't mix in the day and they don't blend in the night. She must leave at once. Now. Adrienne packed her bags and luggage that night and left Emrick Castle early in the morning the next day. She woke up before light hit the ground and she did her early morning routine in fast sure steps like usual only a little faster today as she couldn't stay soaked in her tub which was her favorite form of leisure and
It was a fine day to wake up. The early chirps of the birds could be heard outside. Adrienne Mallory stretched her arms past her head and released a big yawn. She removed the eye mask she had on. It was still dark and shadows enveloped her room. But a trace of light brightened up her dim room passing from the white laced curtain that covered the glass door of her bedroom leading to her own personal terrace. She stretched her legs and moved her toes under her blanket and after a while removed the blanket off her body. She moved to a sitting position and rose from the bed. She went down to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove, switching the button with a soft click, and waited for the water to boil. And while she waited for the water to boil, she took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the sink, drank from it, gargled, and spit into the sink. When the water boiled with the sound of steam blowing out of the kett
If someone could freeze the ground, time or human, no one would do it better than the vampire himself, Alaric Emrick. He’s a man feared among men. He’s a tall man with raven wavy hair and famous blood-red eyes. Being in his presence almost always means death. His voice alone which could cut thin ice means you’re at the gate of the inferno. His name was simply synonymous with a devil incarnate. Who else wouldn’t shrink before him? Alaric Acheron Lorcan Emrick is the current head of the oldest purest bloodline of vampires in Europe. He is currently the reigning youngest king of the vampire royals [in a millennium] at age twenty-four. As he happened to be standing just a few feet away from Mary, who already stood frozen to the ground, stonecold like a statue upon hearing his name, Alaric uncaringly walked brushing past her while two other men remained in their post standing behind Mary. He quietly walked towards the corpse and knelt to the ground feeling for