One Life: Episode 7 IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT (last page)
Sam the T-man:
Hm, interesting.. the castle's beautiful, is it one you downloaded or made yourself?
babyblue1387:
It's Castle Dracule by (I think) Cokebuilder at MTS2. I've had it for a long time, and just never played with it. I only wish I could build that nice! It's this massive place with a center courtyard and a bunch of rooms. It's even got accommodations for vampires!
Pandora Moon:
Hi. I like the castle very nice. and good job on this update. I wonder what's gonna happen next to thesse vampires?.
babyblue1387:
Well, you won't have to wait long because there'll be an update today! It's a lot easier when I've got the story already written out:)
babyblue1387:
Look at me! I'm updating everyday!
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When I awoke the next night, I couldn’t wait to see my mother. I was eagerly awaiting a familiar face, and I wasn’t disappointed. I was greeted with a familiar face, but not the one I was hoping for.
How I loathed the sight of that man. His was not the first face I planned on seeing. He stared at me, a smile making its way to his face. I wanted so much to punch him out.
“The mistress of the castle requests your presence.”
Oh the sarcasm abounds.
“Get out. I’ve had enough of your foolishness. I’ll send for you when I need you.”
I hardly saw Inamorta standing behind this idiot. I saw his face flash with anger. He resented being ordered around, especially by someone so “young.” He didn’t want to admit that Inamorta is older than he could ever dream to be. I couldn’t help wandering if he even knew how old she was.
“Yes master. As you wish.”
“Enough! Giovann, get out! Not just out of this room, but out of this castle! Since I brought you here, you have been nothing but a pest. You have always been that one roach that won’t die.”
Giovann didn’t take lightly to this insult. I saw him visibly flinch when Inamorta called his name. I won’t go into to details about the immense joy I felt at his pain. If Inamorta would let me get away with it, I would have increased it tenfold. Giovann turned on his heels and stormed angrily out of the room. The sound of the thundering castle door told us all that he had, indeed, left the castle.
“He knows he can only push me so far, and he’s been pushing quite a bit lately. He will find out soon enough that he is not immortal.”
I could see the smile on my mother’s face begin to fade. Inamorta noticed it too, because she took my mother’s hand in her tiny one and kissed it before embracing her.
“I know you don’t like to think of me this way, love, but something must be done or he’ll be the death of us all. I will not kill him, but I will give him a scar that will be with him for the rest of his life. He knows now that no matter how old he is, I will always be older. No matter how powerful he gets, I will have more power. No matter what new secrets he finds, I will always have the old ones. Old secretes from the days where vampires struck mortal fear in the hearts of the bravest men. The days when mentioning the possibility of a vampire was enough to make the residents board up their houses, and make the local priests call the Vatican for special help. I know the secrets that would even strike fear in God herself.”
Inamorta smiled and winked at us, pleased by her clever assumption. She took my hand in her other, then led the way to the dining room where we gathered around a tiny corner of the massive table.
“Once upon a time, there were enough vampires here to fill this entire table. The halls were always buzzing with talk and laughter. I’d managed to carve out a nice little existence for us here. The magnificent night. Always eternal. The only reason we had for leaving was food. We were all content here.”
“What happened?”
The room looked as if it had just been built and furnished. There was no sign that this dining room had ever been used before. Had so many vampires just disappeared? Could they just cease to exist? I felt so much like the child that Inamorta was, so in awe of everything around me, and this amused Inamorta.
“In every group, there is always one who is not happy. There is always one who would destroy things for everyone. The group disbanded, everyone went their separate ways. Of their eventual fates, I only know some. Without being able to come here, many had no place to go. Some traveled. Some couldn’t survive on their own. I guess it’s my fault for spoiling them. Mostly they decided that it wasn’t too safe to stay in large groups. Some found out that only here is darkness eternal, and decided they would only live where night is forever. Know that there are only two places like that in or out of this world. And one was closed off to them. They chose the other, death, instead of this eternal half-life.”
We were quiet. I looked at my mother. She had not heard this story before. Her brows were knit in concentration. She stared at this child; a child she’d no doubt come to love. I knew the concern in her eyes, knew it too well because those concerned eyes had been turned on me many times.
“Be sure there is one such person among our own group, and take actions to secure yourself another place to live. Tell no one. Not me, not Dahlia, not Bellatrix, not Basura, not Giovann.”
“Well, you can be sure I won’t be telling Giovann anything!”
“Do not be so quick to judge what you do not know, Dahlia.”
Inamorta looked at me, and I felt overwhelmed with confusion. On one had, she would kick him out of the castle, berate him, treat him like a disobedient child. On the other, she would protect him like she were his mother.
“Though he aggravates me, he is still like a child to me. He will cool off and then he will come back. He’s young. Not as young as your mother in our years, but nearly half your age in their years.”
“He can’t be that young.”
“But he is. Age has a strange way of showing on us. He was only 19 when he was turned. Forgive him his childish ways, for he still is one.”
I felt silly for arguing and fighting with a child.
“Anyway, the night is young, and the castle is yours to explore. I have very few rules here, and I do hope that you don’t find them too much of a bother. Your children may visit if they so desire, but I believe they may find it more pleasing to stay elsewhere. I will respect your privacy, and I ask that you respect mine. You will find that certain places in here are closed off. Please leave them alone.”
Living with Inamorta was a real treat. There was always something to do. There was always something new to learn. Over the next 50 years, I learned what it meant to truly be a vampire. I learned how to control my emotions. I learned how to manipulate those around me. I learned strength, and I learned weakness. Inamorta had a huge library that was always full of new and interesting things to read. She had many books in many different languages, and I learned those languages just to read these books. In a way, I felt that I’d become more myself since staying with Inamorta.
Over time, I’d even come to accept Giovann’s existence in the castle. I didn’t like him, and I never would, but I became cordial with him. I also came to understand just how much of the castle was being used by Inamorta. Entire wings were locked to all except Inamorta, and sometimes Basura. And I found out more about Basura.
“You said there were three things in the house that could never be found anywhere else. I can’t figure out what they are.”
“You already know of two. The third…well I can’t really fault you for not knowing.”
“Well?”
“Inamorta. The only known child vampire, the oldest, and the most powerful vampire. You, Dahlia, a vampire who can walk in sunlight. And me, more of the same.”
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