Fan Fiction ❯ No Malice Left ❯ Chapter 7

Chapter 7

 

As soon as I came back down into the tavern, the entire place went quiet. I must have been very pale for one man came rushing to my side and ushered me to a seat. His crimson eyes were filled with concern. His British-English accent was thick but I could understand some of what he had said to me. As I had been taught the native language by James-Alexander.

"Come, you need rest. Come rest."

I turned to him my voice weakened by not having fed in for several years. "Please…do not worry…I'm fine…"

 

Ignoring my pleas, he looked at me again then carried me up to his room where he lain me down upon his bed sitting next to me. He then sent to me in a telepathic message. "I know what you are…a vampire…do you need sustenance?" Something told me that he was a vampire but it did not click until much later.

I was too weak to send him a message back but I nodded slowly. He must have not seen my head nod because he left the room. When he came back, he had a glass with a dark red liquid in it.

 

He sat beside me and helped me into a sitting position. He placed the glass to my lips and helped me drink the wine that was inside. Eventually, my eyes regained some of their liveliness and my normally pale skin was the right shade of white. Something must have been in the wine because I could taste the energy as I drank it.

 

He smiled then set the glass aside. I tried to say something but before I could say a word, his lips were on mine in a soft, gentle, loving kiss. I pulled away and looked at him he looked back at me and my eyes seemed to say, "Why did you just do that?"

"Because" he said softly. "I was worried for your safety…I know you are safe now and that is what is important to me."

His words lingered in my ears many moments after he said them.

"Who are you?" I queried quietly.

 

“I suppose you do not remember me, but I am Brian.”

 

I had a searching look upon my face. His name was not clicking with me. I could not understand why I knew his name. Finally, when I looked into his crimson eyes, it told me. “Oh…Brian.” I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. His arms came around me and held me to him. I had come home. This is where I belonged.