Think of Me

The next evening, when Larten woke me up, I was explained everything. My father was friends with him and never told Larten he was a Vampaneze until the boy turned to a man and had been blooded by Seba Nile. After my father found me again and blooded me, he was killed by the Princes of Vampire Mountain. All because a Vampaneze blooded an "innocent woman". Tears streamed down my face. Erik Darstellung truly was my father. And I hated him for blooding me, murdering my fake parents, and taking away the old life I should never have had. I learned more about Larten himself and told him about my current life.

"And now I'm a part of the Cirque," I sniffled and leaned against the strong Vampire's chest. He didn't seem to mind, since he wrapped a lazy arm around my shoulders and rubbed my arm. "I still think of him whenever I remember what I am. I'm supposed to be a full blood Vampire--or even a Vampaneze--but I do have a small bit of what my mother was. I'm sure you never knew her, did you?"

"No," Larten shook his head. "What was she?"

"An Elf," I explained. "Here, I'll show you my powers." I lifted my hand, dragging a dying plant from the ground. It grew magnificently and a flower bloomed at the top. Larten watched in awe, a smile lifting on his scarred face.

"Amazing," Larten whispered. "Like Mother Nature."

"Oh, no Mother Nature here," I scoffed. "Just the long practiced powers of an abomination."

"Abomination?" Larten asked. "What do you mean?"

"I'm half-in-half," I shrugged. "I don't belong to either worlds, Vampire or Elf. They both have discarded me to the trash isle and left me there to rot."

"I haven't," Larten whispered. I blushed, I've only known this man for a few hours and I've already got a tiny, sprouting crush on him. He noticed my blush, and smiled. "I would never, ever think of letting you drop to such a low title. To me, and the Cirque, you shall always be just you."

"Thank you, Larten," I smiled and kissed his scarred cheek. He blushed, mumbling something about being hungry and wanting to hunt. "Why don't we hunt together tonight, just me and you?"

"That would be wonderful," Larten replied.

~*~

I stalked a tall human boy with a smirk on my face. He was drunk, so intoxicated by alcohol that he was singing off-key and stumbling. I then leaped and tackled him. I covered his mouth expertly and breathed the knock-out gas in his face. Larten joined me just when I turned him on his back. I suddenly gasped, my violet eyes going so wide they could--should--have popped out of my skull. The young man looked almost exactly like my father, Erik Darstellung.

"Larten," I squeaked.

"I know, but that is not him," Larten pointed to the young man's right shoulder. "He has no scar."

"B-but he l-looks so much l-like him," I stuttered.

"Drink," Larten gave me a sympathetic look. "Unless you want me to go first."

"Please do," I moved away from the limp body.

"Schnell," Larten whispered before he moved in to slice a small cut on the thigh of the young man. "It'll be alright."

"I...I guess I just miss my daddy," I sighed, tears welling in my eyes. I hid my face from the other Vampire, and silently sobbed into my shoulder. "I barely knew him. I hated him for most of the time he was alive."

"Again," Larten wiped his mouth of blood and motioned for me to drink. I slowly, hesitantly obliged. "Everything will be okay as long as I am here to be with you like I promised your father."

"Thank you, so much," I whispered as I began to drink. My eyes closed pleasantly as I felt the warm, metallic liquid pour down my throat. I pulled away when I had my fill and made sure to heal the wound. Larten helped me up gently and took me up into his arms like a groom does a bride before flitting us back to camp.

Think of me, every once in a while.