Chapter 8: The Painting!
Amber eyes lay steadily upon the female in front of him, waiting for the vampire to return. The boy couldn't trust the tall but wiry man. He didn't really know what it was though that led him to distrust and in the end it was all just chalked off to the works of fate itself. Occasionally her pretty crimson eyes would open but then she would usually slip back into the unconscious state of sleep. It appeared that she was dreaming of something, though what it was was still a mystery to one such as him. A gloved hand rested itself on the bed, not wanting to pass the gift from his palms. Soft shards of crimson curled around each other as a gloved hand swept through a mane of pure crimson that shone brilliantly within the light that emitted from the orb dangling above. Like ice melting within the light of the sun, a warmth shined within his eyes, yet it disappeared very quickly. He had been best friends with the girl that lay upon the lavish bed covered in foreign silks that the vampire must have had specifically imported from possibly many foreign countries.
Something shattered within his hand, yet he felt no pain. The leather of the gloves was made of a rare flesh that had been discovered only within the 19th century, yet it was the only material that protected him and anyone else from harm. Turning to look at the object that had been smashed, he gasped slightly as three white feathers lay upon the floor. Either his eyes were playing tricks on him, trying to get him to succumb to the wild fantasies within his mind or what he was seeing was a sign, possibly signalling that something very bad was going to happen to them all. Picking up one of the feathers, he watched as it turned into dust before the others followed suit, turning back into the shards of glass that they once were. Placing all of the shards inside a chrome bin before taking another look at the girl that lay on the bed. In sleep her face seemed peculiar, almost handsome yet her mouth seemed crooked as if something was troubling her.
"Sleep…rest dear angel…" This words escaped from his mouth just as the soft thud of a door closing alerted him of the vampires whereabouts. The violet haired creature seemed bothered by something, as if the hunt didn't go as well as it should have. Daisuke thought over the current situation for a minute or two. The vampire did seem trustworthy of what was going to be pulled off if they could find the vampire who was responsible for the angst that glittered freely within the hearts of each. Daggers glittered within the eyes of the vampire before being replaced by the angst that had been growing inside him. He hadn't noticed Daisuke yet but he knew that he was watching him, no emotions crossing his unusually perfect facial features. Before they could say anything else to each other however, amber eyes caught the site of a picture, possibly no bigger than an A4 sheet of paper. Holding the picture within his hands, he nearly dropped it as he looked at the two vampires within the painting.
One of them was Dark, the vampire that had knocked him out yet he wasn't the only one in the painting. There was another, yet the details were fading greatly upon his detailed features of pure titanium white. And then it hit him. This was possibly an exact duplicate of the larger painting he had seen within the library, yet it appeared that the essence of the vampire was continuously moving from each painting as if they were alive. The picture dropped out of his hand and before he could react, a pale hand shot out of nowhere, grabbing hold of the frame before it could collide with the ground below.
"Sorry…" He said before placing the picture back up onto its rightful place. It seemed that the vampire himself was completely confused by the surprise that displayed itself ever so freely upon the boy's immaculate features. "…I think you should see something… something that I found within the art gallery of Azumano, Dark." He said before grabbing the dark coat that was hung up against one that was a white duplicate of the one he had picked up. The vampire followed him reluctantly, not saying a word as they crossed the street over to the library that was closed to the public, yet not so to Daisuke. Lifting up the rug, he took out the keys that were hidden underneath before unlatching the huge, oak doors and directing the vampire inside. There were no active alarms, none that he could see with his mortal eyes anyway. Leading the vampire over into the art gallery, he stopped in front of the painting that he had seen before, yet the figure of the vampire beside the "Dark" in the painting could be almost visibly seen except for a few details that were still sinking in.
His ears picked up on the quiet gasp that escaped the vampire's mouth.
"So…I guess your back after all, Krad…"
That was all he had said to strike the boys interests. He could tell by the expression that plastered itself across the boy's immaculate features. A sheet of glass prevented them from reaching the painting yet no one had seen the sudden changes in the picture. The boy eyed him questioningly. He was glad to find that the boy was completely in ignorance of his birth trait. If his information on the boy was correct, he was a blood relative of the one of the greatest vampire hunters whose tale was only told amongst the fledglings of the undead, Daikikana Niwa. The clan themselves had a hidden history with the vampire Krad, mainly because Krad was one of the most vicious killers he had known against the hordes of vampires that he had encountered in his time. Yet, he was also the vampire who taught him everything, even how to pick out a perfect "kill". That was probably the only thing that he didn't like about being a vampire, even though it was beginning to grow on him now.
"There's a hidden meaning in these paintings but right now, we can't reach this version. If I could, I would try to see something on it…" The words of the boy floated around his mind until something came to his head.
"Daisuke, can you keep watch? Outside I mean." The boy did so without asking what the vampire was doing, and before the alarm could register to his strange molecules, he took hold of the painting and slipped it out of the glass sleeve with ease. Just as he had thought that this was all easy however, Daisuke came rushing back in, fear displayed on his feet.
"Dark…police are coming…"