Larten is a young, stubborn vampire who loves red cloakes but his mentor isn´t much happy from it. This is my first fanfiction I´ve ever written. Of course, I´ve tried to write some more but this is my firts translation from my native language to English. So I hope you would like it.
I want to be like you
In front of a mirror was standing a tall and slim man. He was looking at himself from various points of view.
There was a delighted smile on his young face and the emerald eyes were dreamy. He ran a hand through an orange crop and smiled.
He rested his eyes with a certain affection on a slowly showing up muscles - he´s resolved that one day he will be as good as Vanez Blane and than...become a Prince...He looked thoughtfully at ten small scars on his fingertips.
"Larten?" the sound came from the door. The named one shuddered with surprise. There was a confused look on his face.
When he turned around and spotted his mentor he turned pale.
Seba Nil was leaning against the door-case with a dissentien frown on his face.
"Larten, don´t I tell you that it´s me who wears the red cloak?" Larten didn´t say anything, just loudly gulped.
"I think it´s time for another educative lesson." Seba continued.
"Nooo!" Larten moaned. "Master Nil, not again! Once it was enough!" Larten screamed in panic.
"Do you think so?" Seba doubted and raised his eyebrow ironically.
When Larten went back to his cell it was the late evening and he wasn´t in a good mood as in the beginning of a day. He felt humiliatingly.
Larten pondered who could figure out such a horrible punishment as tugging your vibrissas. And that was only because he dared to wear the clothes as his tutor did.
He disgustedly glared at his present clothing - a blue shirt and black trousers.
Suddenly he got the brilliant idea. He unbended promptly, bounced happily and ran to his cell as fast as he could.
In a pocket of his travelling cloak were matches.
"A desperate situation needs a desperate solution." he thought when he striked the firt match.
Next day he wore the red cloak again and bravely went at breakfast. He met Vanez who, after spotting him, made a death touch: "Even in death may you be triumphant." he whispered.
Larten didn´t notice his grim reaction; what could Seba do to him now? He looked around with confident look and...rested his eyes on frowning person in red.
Larten´s smile faded because his mentor didn´t look casually and happy anymore.
"I see that my yesterday lesson was of no avail." Seba said for effect anyhow. "I think we should repeat it so it will get under your skin." Larten laughed barkly.
"Nervous?" Seba asked. He walked up to Larten with a confident smile on his face which was replaced with surprise when he found out that all little hairs from Larten´s nose disappeared.
He looked at his assistant with disbelief in the eyes - Larten thought that he won out over his mentor.
"I guess you think that you advantage of me." he said.
"Maybe you said to yourself - none vibrissas in my nose, none tugging. But my dear Larten, don´t you really know that vibrissas aren´t everything?" Seba laughed loudly while Larten nearly fell into faint.
"Nooo!" he moaned weakly.
When he woke up he was tired; he didn´t sleep well - his ears were aching.
He pondered whether he should reach for the same solution as before but rejected it promptly. If vibrissas aren´t everything what about the little hairs in the ears?
And Godness knows which another part of his body would Seba choose for the next time.