Eric stood up quickly at the sight of the girl with the Violet eyes, and he suddenly felt as though if had a heart that worked… it might be thumping. That bothered him. Why would he feel this way about a human girl? She was hardly of age to bear children, and Eric was not like the vampires that went cradle robbing. Even if the girl's face was stunningly beautiful, she hardly had a body… and he didn't feel sexually attracted to her. But, he felt something… and that was out of the ordinary.
"Child?" Ocella asked curiously, he was wondering why Eric had stood up so quickly.
"I couldn't see the little human from where I was sitting…" Eric lied.
Ocella didn't reply, instead he hummed to himself.
"That is Tobias' human." Eric stated.
Ocella's eyes widened, and he raised his eyebrows. "Is that right?"
"Yes, the one I gave blood to." Eric replied to his master.
"Are you sure that you did not feed of the girl?" Ocella asked, unamused now.
Eric nodded. He would be the first to admit that he could not recall every face that he had ever fed off of, but he was sure that he would remember feeding off of this girl for more than one reason. Firstly, she was new around the Vampire Underground… she had only been there for less than a year, and most of the time she was out of sight, and therefor out of mind. Secondly, Eric usually glamoured his dinner, he would have to look into her eyes. The girl's eyes were not easily forgotten.
"Well, this is a mystery to me." Ocella said. Eric was not sure what he was referring to: Eric's influenced feelings or the girl's tendency to look inhuman.
Ocella was now very bored of the topic, and he seemed to have found a new victim to feed on during the conversation. He beckoned a young olive skinned boy over to him with his finger. The boy sat down and Ocella wasted no time in biting near the boys neck.
Eric was left with his own thoughts now. He watched the girl, walk down the small amount of steps to reach the main floor, where the majority of people were. She held the hem of her dress up, as to not slip. She was looking all around the room; she had no need to stare at her feet like most maids. This girl was graceful, almost as graceful as a vampire…
Eric stood up in all of his 6 foot glory, he stood over everyone else in the room, and he made his way towards the girl who had now made her way to the end of the crowd. Whatever she was determined to do before, she now seemed to have lost her wits and Eric saw her eyes water before she turned around and made her way back up the stairs. Eric sighed inwardly at himself deciding that he needed to speak with the girl, before he made his way up the steps. He watched her go into the nearest room possible, and he quickly followed.
As he walked into the room and closed to door, he saw the girl swivel around to look at him in horror. Silly frightened humans, Eric thought to himself and smiled at her in greeting. He understood that juveniles were more comfortable when you made it seem like you enjoyed their presence.
When he smiled, Violet's heart began to race rapidly and there was suddenly a lump forming in her throat. She was frightened by the tall blonde man standing in front of her smiling, his smile did not look natural and that made the girl wary of him. Somehow, she gained enough courage to speak and fought against the lump in her throat.
"W-what do you want?" Violet stuttered, stepping back. "I assure you that I am a lady, and t-that despite that, I will fight you."
Eric took two steps forward and let out a chuckle. "I am not here to rape you, Mistress."
Violet let out a sigh of relief, but wondered why the man would have followed her.
"Lady Howard." She corrected him, without thought.
"It is doubtful that you are still Lady Howard, considering you are here." Eric said, calmly.
"Yes," was all that Violet could say.
There was now undeniable tension in the room, both parties were very uncomfortable. Violet was rather nervous and wary, and suddenly Eric felt the same way. He needed to figure this out, it was quite sickening to feel like a human again.
"I am known as Eric," he said to break the ice.
"Am I not to address you as Master Eric?" Violet asked, calling strangers by their first name was not customary to the girl.
"No, we rarely address our people like that here." Eric said, though he did like the thought.
"Ah," Violet said very nervously. The conversation was going to nowhere.
Eric began to pace for a minute as he tried to come up with something to say to the girl, to explain the situation he or they were in. But he could not find the words. The girl was not acting warmly to him, as person should to someone who had saved their life. Perhaps, she did not know…
"You were dying of the plague, yes?" Eric asked.
Violet's eyes widened in curiosity, "How did you know—?"
"Do you know how you lived?" Eric asked, knowing the answer.
"N-no, mother just said I had pulled through…" Violet said, looking down at the floor with disappointment.
"She lied," Eric stated. "I saved you. I gave you my blood, and it healed you."
"What?" Violet's head shot up immediately.
"Do not worry, you've thanked me already." Eric said putting up his hand.
The girl walked forwards to him with a fierce look plastered on her face, and she stood close to his front before smacking him in the face. She then began to frantically hit the large man as hard as she could in her anger, she had become hysterical. Eric, of course, was completely unaffected by the whole thing. Whilst she hit and took her frustrations out on him he stood their patiently and rather confused as to why she felt the need to abuse him for saving her life. It was somewhat ungrateful, but perhaps she had good reason.
Finally, when he had become quite annoyed and the girl had grown tired, Violet fell to the floor in front of Eric's feet. He looked down at the girl with tears streaming down her face, her hair now down around her face, and blood rising into her cheeks with pity. The girl sobbed, and Eric felt sad suddenly too, and remembered why he was even conversing with the young woman.
"Why are you crying? Do you not appreciate your life?" He asked, going off topic and surprising himself.
"No, I wish you would have let me die." She sniffed.
"If death is what you want, I am sure there are many here that would be willing to grant your wish." He said seriously.
Violet laughed, as though he had made a joke. "I'd rather die of old age, then have one of you drain me of my blood."
This made Eric laugh now, though he knew the girl was serious. "Why do you hate us so?"
"You took her from me." She said as new tears welled up in her eyes. Eric put his knee down on the ground to be at her level.
"Is that red-haired woman your companion?" he asked curiously.
"She is my mother… the only family I have left. She will not even spare me a glance now." Violet said, looking down at her pretty gown.
"I see," Eric said slowly. "She is not a good mother at all then…"
The girl's eyes grew wide as she looked at him hard, and scowled as if he did not know what he was talking about. He was once a father, his children had a mother… a mother who died taking care of them. He knew what a good mother was.
"I suppose you are right." The girl said, giving up the façade that her mother was good to her.
"You are of noble blood, correct?" He secretly thought noble blood was rather disgusting, it all tasted the same.
"Only from my mother, and then through her second marriage." Violet assured. "You aren't going to bite me though, are you?"
"No," He said, stretching out a hand to her as he assisted her in getting up.
The girl brushed the dust off of her dress and Eric stared hard at the girl.
"You still haven't said why you've followed me in here, Sir Eric." Violet said, politely.
"Ah," Eric said, remembering. "Tell me what you are…"
"I beg your pardon?" She giggled. "I'm a girl."
Eric realized that he had not glamoured her, which he had meant to do, usually it came to him as second nature but perhaps he was on his off game. "Tell me what you are…" He tried again.
"You are being odd." Violet said, squinting her eyes up at the man who was staring down at her with a serious and concentrated look painted on his sculpted face.
Eric realized finally that the girl could not be influenced with his glamouring powers. Now he was sure that she was something supernatural, something was not right with this girl. She seemed hardly human. And those eyes…
"I apologize." He said.
"Apology accepted," Violet said looking at him cautiously.
"Would you like to play a game of chess?" Eric asked her, he was very curious about this girl. And even if he could spend the rest of his night in bed with a beautiful woman… he felt that he would rather find out what this girl was before anyone else did.
"I will play the black pawn." She responded.
DUN DUN DUN DUN. Wait… that wasn't cliffhanger-ish, so why am I making scaring music? Hmm, perhaps I am the odd one. I hope you like it. If you are favouriting, pleaaaaase tell me what you think of the story by reviewing! It'll keep me motivated to write faster! THANKS!