Hi there, so this is my first fic ever so please be gentle with me...nah! Im kidding about the gentle part! Tell me what you think about it,just like you think about it!, doesn't matter how awful it is...Perhaps this is bullcrap for some but still... Please review and favorite if you wanna. :3
Chapter one
"No, help them, please." She begged.
"I can't do that, it is too late now child." The man said, looking at the little girl with sad eyes.
"But you can't just leave them. Wait! Don't go!"
"I am sorry child, I really am, but I cannot do anything anymore."
Myrnin snapped out of daze thanks to a slight tap on his shoulder. Claire was standing in front of him, looking at him with a worried expression plastered on her face. He tried to smile but he failed at the attempt, Claire frowned. He could hear Claire talking to him, but he could not make out the words. His mind was elsewhere, on that day to be exact. On the day when he met the little girl that had stolen his heart being a simple six year old. He knew it was wrong, that is why he left her, but he did so in the wrong moment. He had left the girl right there, unprotected, broken and so very sick, just when both of her parents had died. He had left her alone. Guilt washed over him and he couldn't help the tears that were now falling from his face. He groaned and placed his head on his hands.
"Myrnin! Oh, don't cry it is okay." Claire said flustered.
He didn't answer, he just kept quiet and sobbing miserably as the guilt got the best of him. That had happened twenty years ago, he somehow felt responsible for what he did. The worst of all was that he didn't know whether she was alive or not, thing that he dwelled upon very often. He was aching to know something about her and it was painful wanting to. What if she hated him for what he'd done? No, he didn't want that, but he knew that it was a big possibility. A couple of minutes passed and he dried his eyes with the back of his hand, waiting for the depression that always came after the panic. Myrnin looked up, only to see Claire looking more worried than he'd ever seen her. He giggled, but it sounded way too flat and way too fake. Once again, Claire frowned deeply. She sat beside him and took his hand shyly. Myrnin looked at her, his eyes boring into hers. Claire's eyes widened, she couldn't believe the emptiness that were on his eyes.
"Myrnin," Claire sighed. "I know you're in pain and I'm fine if you don't want to tell me but I want you know that everything is going to be okay. You can always count on me."
He stared at her then shook his head. He didn't want to talk about it and he doubted things would be okay. It wouldn't until he knew that his girl wasn't mad at him...or dead. He flinched at the thought. He felt Claire getting up from the couch sighing. Thankfully the girl had given up on pressing information out of him, all he wanted to do now was being alone and sulk in his dark lair until he's too tired to sulk again until the next day. That was always the plan. When his assistant left, he was all alone, well at least he thought he was. Someone cleared its throat to get his attention. When he looked up he saw his trustworthy friend, Amelie. She smiled kindly at Myrnin while walking towards him. She sat in the same spot Claire had, but she did not took his hand, thing he was grateful for. He didn't want Amelie to pity him or anything as such; he just needed to talk to her. She was kind of his confident, she always had. They both locked eyes and Amelie touched his shoulder slightly.
"Oh Myrnin, do not dwell upon that so much, you're only hurting yourself." Amelie said.
"I cannot help it. The memories just come to me to haunt me down. It is painful Amelie, so very painful…" replied Myrnin with a broken voice.
The ice queen looked at him with soft eyes for a while, her brain working a mile per hour. Slowly, a small smile crept over her features, making her look achingly beautiful. She grabbed his hand and suddenly they were both on their feet, facing each other. She had the expression of an overexcited child when having a pony ride for the first time.
"Myrnin, I will help you with this." Amelie smiled. "I will have every vampire search for the girl and I'll let you know if she hates you, which I highly doubt, or not."
It took Myrnin a couple of minutes to process what Amelie was saying, but when the words clicked into place, his heart started beating a little bit faster. A nervous little smile was playing on the corners of his lips as he thought about the endless possibilities. Amelie nodded when she saw his expression, obviously pleased to see some kind of reaction from him. She sighed in satisfaction then she dusted some imaginary dust from her white dress and smiled once again.
"Well then, we should get going. All vampires that are not in Morganville should be in the search of Miss Margaret Russell."
"Yes, we shall." Replied Myrnin with a hopeful smirk.
Myrnin opened the portal that led toward Amelie's fortress, stepping into the all familiar black hole that got you where you wanted within minutes. They appeared in Amelie's study, all big and Victorian aged. It was quite an impressive view to behold but he couldn't even control the excitement that was rushing through his body. Amelie sat on her desk and a small phone appeared in her hand out of thin air. She dialed some number, unknown to Myrnin, and placed the phone to her ear, smiling. A couple of long seconds passed when the ice queen said in a rather happy tone that didn't quite matched her personality:
"Yes, hello, it is Amelie. I'll need everybody's help, if it is not much to ask from you…"
