The Vampiric Chronicles Part Five: Light in the Darkness

Continuing the chronicles after remodeling my blog and publishing Lance's recent work, I now bring you the events after John's curious actions~

While the sun made its regular trek 'round their side of the world, the vampire John lay awake in his dim, candle-lit chamber, the windows bolted and boarded shut to ward off the dangerous rays of the sun. He had mustered quite a tremendous amount of bravery and courage to write a delicate letter to the witch and even plucked the prettiest black rose he could find growing in Mark's manor garden. Much more especially in returning to the witch's shack, although as he was about to knock on the door his mustered courage gave way and he was resigned to leaving the note and the flower instead at the doorstep.

Now he lay on his bed - twisting, turning, unable to sleep, let alone think straight. It wasn't part of the mystical cure and aura that the witch had endowed him as he was walking home two twilights ago... he was definitely sure of it, and whatever compelled him to write a letter and send the flower definitely wasn't part of the mysterious strings pulling him from afar to the correct directions.

More oddly was the fact that his hunger for blood had considerably abated, even his hunger for his maker's blood had considerably ceased and he was even surprised that previous evening that he was able to bide through the unholy night without staring differently at his friend. He even felt satisfied with just on animals than on his regular raids at villages. Overall, his visit to the witch had been a tremendous change indeed. Could the witch have possibly charmed him with a spell? No, he thought. Vampires have heightened senses against their fellow denizens of the underworld. If he felt the weird mood that overcame him the night before then certainly he would've felt if the witch had charmed him.

Resigned to giving up sleep, John dressed up in an evening robe and went down the dark staircase straight to the windowless drawing room, where he found their hunchback servant already up, dusting the bookshelves and arranging the ornaments on the tables. After requesting for some warm tea, he settled himself on his usual armchair and continued to ponder on his thoughts.

And then he remembered.

His vampiric instincts had clouded most of his memories as an ordinary human but now that those instincts had been momentarily held at bay, the thought suddenly returned to his mind - the memorable ball that his parents had held nearly a year ago. It was during this ball that he had first seen Lady Sandra - already eccentric in her manners, but he wasn't still aware then that she was a witch.

There was before... a lonely young man, frequenting the banquet table and hiding behind the curtains when the soft music starts to play, but on that ball he had dared to ask the Lady for a short dance, and the Lady obliged with equal interest. Now he understood - a connection had already been established long before they even met once again as denizens of the underworld.

Then the question arose - could it be love?

He knew the answer.

*Sigh*