Saturday night, 12:00 am
Just like how I always do it. Put on outfit, grab coat, hat and mask and leap out of the window into the roof of the dinner section of the castle, next lookout for guards and sneak though the entry gate when they are not looking. Run for about 5 minutes and I'll be safe to rest and enjoy the victory of sneaking out. Sence I (unfortunately) came from a monarchy family, my mother controls a region where she would be most powerful. Usually I rest for a minute by a tree that is the outside layer of a forest called The Dark Forest since the trees are so thick the inside of the forest is pitch black. Personally if I were to get caught when sneaking out I might choose to hide in this forest. I take a moment to feel the wet grass under my hands as I breathe in the cool breeze of midnight spring. It sucks being stucks in a stuffy castle with all of these expectations of Royalty and no freedom of individuality. To be honest, despite my mother's cruel and dismissing words I think she's trying to debilitate me to stay forever. That has to be the case, if she did mean everything she said than she would be more than happy to kick me out, especially sence I'm 54 and can handle the world on my own, but instead she's pretty much trapped me here and already proved that if I were to run away then she would bring hell upon this world to find me (since I tried to run away when I was 16 and she nearly got into war with the bird people in belief that I have ran away with them when in reality I was gonna buy a sandwich to celebrate my freedom). It's pretty much except being a miserable king when mother passes away or run away happily and have mom destroy the world on my blame. I sigh and was about to get up but was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. "You gotta be more aware of your surroundings, blondie." I golted up and fixed my mask so my identity isn't revealed. "Wearing a mask isn't helping prince Henrik, your family is well known for the men to be 6ft and blond." I am shocked by this guy's lack of fear of talking to a royalty in such of a manner. I look at the man and see what he is. He has light grey skin, black and white eyes, and fangs. Those are the unmistakable features of a vampire. "Uuuh, well sence I've clearly failed to hide who I am, who are you?" The man leaned against a tree and grabbed a apple. "I'm Katashi Yamamoto." The man said as he bit into the apple and sucked all the red out of it, causing it to become what looked like a big grey raisin. 'Yamamoto?' "Wait, you're the one who rules the vampire kind!" The man looked at me confused. "Wow, this world really has become a royalty complex. Yes, I'm the one who "rules the vampire kind." To be honest it's a lot more simple than that. I'm technically the leader because I'm the only one who would tolerate and take care of all of the freeloaders successfully." His discretion couldn't be farther from what I would expect from how I would imagine the leader of the vampire kind would talk about his people. "How about we continue our talk inside? There's a nearby town that has a nice bar." To really think about it other species are aloud in the human region but just doesn't seem morality right to most people, so we mostly just stay apart in our regions. Yamamoto takes me to a bar and we sit down (in this generation if you look old enough, then you are old enough). "Eh, I really don't like the idea of formal royalty to royalty relationships, so I'm fine (and prefer) that you call me Katashi." I'm fine with that idea and it would make me more comfortable sence I'm in a situation where if I did get caught by someone who can contact my mom, they would probably tell her. "Of course, you can call me Henrik." A waitress came to our table to take our order. "I'll have a whisky and he will have a Malibu rum with lemonade." I was about to stop him but the waitress already left. "I never did have a good experience with alcohol. Last time I had some I was 17 and nearly died that night." Katashi found humor in my worry. "Hehe. I don't know what you did on that night but I can assure you that it won't happen again because I'm a centuries alcoholic and have enough tolerance to make sure that neither of us will stumble to our deaths." I was still unsure
"But alcohol tastes bad?" I swoar the hole restaurant could hear Katashi laughing now. "Hahaha. That women really did lock you up good. I can assure you that this drink won't even taste like alcohol at all." I looked away flustered by how he his picking on me but feeling happy inside the same time of the fact that I'm talking to a person like a real friend. The waitress came back with our drinks and Katashi thanked her. I took a sip and was surprised that Katashi was right that this really doesn't taste like alcohol at all. I unconsciously devour my rum as I continue to have a friendly chat with Katashi about funny stories that happened in his long life. I ordered another Malibu rum and enjoy the conversation with Katashi. But soon before I realized it one drink became two than four and beyond what I could count. I didn't notice my obvious intoxication and just enjoy the warm bubby feeling inside from the alcohol. "Hehe. You look like a wreak." Katashi said in a giggle as he jokingly has his hand on my forehead as to mess with me of how flushed my face is. I look at him in a drunk daze, not really processing what he's even saying anymore. "You're hand is so warm and strong. Just what I need. Maybe I can get you to be my personal guard and you can protect me. Wouldn't that sound nice?" I can't really remember what happens after that but I'm sure next chapter can.
