Chapter2:
To be human
The sun was setting and Count Bombay was just waking up form his daylong sleep. Count Bombay was a unusual vampire mind you. Unlike most vampires who preferred sleeping in a coffin Count Bombay slept in a bed. Bombay combed out his long blond hair which he placed in a lose ponytail. The vampire then went to the far end of his bedchamber where a full-length mirror was placed.
The mirror was very old as well as valuable but that was not why Count Bombay owned it. It served as a symbol of what he would become, human. Count Bombay for as long as he could remember wanted to become human. He lived as a human as much as he could. Most of the count servants were human or have mix blood. Count Bombay looked into the mirror there was no reflection. His lips twisted into in to a smile. Soon after waiting and research for so long the Forgotten Prince would appear in a few days and his dream of becoming human.
There was knock on the on the Count Bombay's chamber doors.
"Enter."
Jacinta walked in she was a short woman with dark hair. She blushed at the sigh before her. Count Bombay was wearing nothing more than a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. His emerald green eyes look at her intensely. "Well? He asked. Walking over to her.
" Um…" she began still blushing. " The hunter is heading southwest. My Count."
" Good, good." he smiled. "Is he traveling with anyone?"
"No, My Count." Jacinta said.
" Please leave me now." Count Bombay told her.
Jacinta bowed and walked out of the room, leaving Count Bombay to get dressed.
As the count got dressed his mind began to wonder to the last time the Forgotten Prince was sighted. It was at a little no name town. He had hesitated then, testing the Forgotten Prince. He had ordered his men to set the taverns where the prince was staying on fire. He had not wanted to harm any and order his men to save the inhabatants if the fire got out of control. In Count Bombay's eyes the Prince had passed by with flying colors. The only thing that bothered the count was that if he had acted a hundred and fifty years a go he could have achieved his dream then insed of now and it would be now.
Count Bombay now dress in green Victorian style clothing, walked out of his room and down the hallway. He stopped suddenly half way between the began of the hallway and his thorn room. When he saw something out of the corner of his eye. "Come out Jior. I have no time for your games."
Jior stepped out of the shadows. He had pale skin paler then Count Bombay's. He had long black hair that just stopped at his knees. His eyes were blue with red pupils. His ears, which for the moment where cover most by his hair, were long and pointed the tips pointing throw the mass of, black hair. Five silver hoops were piced in each of his ears.
Jior smirked at the count.
" You're fooling yourself Bombay." Jior teased.
The Count said noting.
Jior smirk to himself. Flicking his right foot a dagger came out of his boot, He caught it. Then faster then a human eye could see it he throw at the count. Count Bombay pulled out the dagger that was imbedded in is right hand. He had gone to chath it even though he knew he couldn't.
" Your skill have not decreased I see." Count Bombay smiled. "I would expect nothing less from my most skilled warrior."
Jior shrug his shoulder. " Bombay you know going after the forgotten Prince is suicide."
"Don't want you to be human?"
Jior gave a laugh that smacked the back of the count " You know me too well Bombay!" Jior then turn to the count, his strange eyes look at him seriously. " You know you'll probably die, Anthony."
" I know, but I can die in peace knowing that I at lest tried to make my dream come true. How make men can say that?"
"You are a strange one Bombay." With that said Jior went back into the shadows he had come from.
"I know." Count Bombay said to no one. He continued his trek down the hall.
End chapter2-
To be human
The sun was setting and Count Bombay was just waking up form his daylong sleep. Count Bombay was a unusual vampire mind you. Unlike most vampires who preferred sleeping in a coffin Count Bombay slept in a bed. Bombay combed out his long blond hair which he placed in a lose ponytail. The vampire then went to the far end of his bedchamber where a full-length mirror was placed.
The mirror was very old as well as valuable but that was not why Count Bombay owned it. It served as a symbol of what he would become, human. Count Bombay for as long as he could remember wanted to become human. He lived as a human as much as he could. Most of the count servants were human or have mix blood. Count Bombay looked into the mirror there was no reflection. His lips twisted into in to a smile. Soon after waiting and research for so long the Forgotten Prince would appear in a few days and his dream of becoming human.
There was knock on the on the Count Bombay's chamber doors.
"Enter."
Jacinta walked in she was a short woman with dark hair. She blushed at the sigh before her. Count Bombay was wearing nothing more than a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. His emerald green eyes look at her intensely. "Well? He asked. Walking over to her.
" Um…" she began still blushing. " The hunter is heading southwest. My Count."
" Good, good." he smiled. "Is he traveling with anyone?"
"No, My Count." Jacinta said.
" Please leave me now." Count Bombay told her.
Jacinta bowed and walked out of the room, leaving Count Bombay to get dressed.
As the count got dressed his mind began to wonder to the last time the Forgotten Prince was sighted. It was at a little no name town. He had hesitated then, testing the Forgotten Prince. He had ordered his men to set the taverns where the prince was staying on fire. He had not wanted to harm any and order his men to save the inhabatants if the fire got out of control. In Count Bombay's eyes the Prince had passed by with flying colors. The only thing that bothered the count was that if he had acted a hundred and fifty years a go he could have achieved his dream then insed of now and it would be now.
Count Bombay now dress in green Victorian style clothing, walked out of his room and down the hallway. He stopped suddenly half way between the began of the hallway and his thorn room. When he saw something out of the corner of his eye. "Come out Jior. I have no time for your games."
Jior stepped out of the shadows. He had pale skin paler then Count Bombay's. He had long black hair that just stopped at his knees. His eyes were blue with red pupils. His ears, which for the moment where cover most by his hair, were long and pointed the tips pointing throw the mass of, black hair. Five silver hoops were piced in each of his ears.
Jior smirked at the count.
" You're fooling yourself Bombay." Jior teased.
The Count said noting.
Jior smirk to himself. Flicking his right foot a dagger came out of his boot, He caught it. Then faster then a human eye could see it he throw at the count. Count Bombay pulled out the dagger that was imbedded in is right hand. He had gone to chath it even though he knew he couldn't.
" Your skill have not decreased I see." Count Bombay smiled. "I would expect nothing less from my most skilled warrior."
Jior shrug his shoulder. " Bombay you know going after the forgotten Prince is suicide."
"Don't want you to be human?"
Jior gave a laugh that smacked the back of the count " You know me too well Bombay!" Jior then turn to the count, his strange eyes look at him seriously. " You know you'll probably die, Anthony."
" I know, but I can die in peace knowing that I at lest tried to make my dream come true. How make men can say that?"
"You are a strange one Bombay." With that said Jior went back into the shadows he had come from.
"I know." Count Bombay said to no one. He continued his trek down the hall.
End chapter2-