CADEN'S POV
"So, what did you say was wrong with you?" Philip asked, clearly he was not listening to what I was saying.
I groaned in frustration and annoyance, sipping my whiskey and staring at the landscape from my balcony in thought.
"Say something," he muttered as he took a swig of his drink, taking a seed of a grape and popping it in his mouth, "I didn't get you the first time."
I sighed out of frustration, "Never mind, I think I'm drunk." I murmured, almost inaudible, but he heard it.
He scoffed, shifting in his seat, "By the way, that girl," he paused, licking his lips, "that human. I like her," he confessed, "she is very pretty, her beauty, ohh," he exaggerated, "I don't know what to say, I can't stop thinking about her, she is stamped to my mind."
he leaned forward, clamping his hands together, "where did you get her?" he leaned back, sipping his drink, "I'm sure her blood would be delicious, right?" he murmured, which fueled my anger, jealousy, which stirred my feelings, these unknown feeling I have towards her.
My jaw clenched, and the grip on my glass tightened, my annoyance almost reaching the limit as those words came out of his mouth.
I took a big swig of the entire liquid in the glass, standing up with an annoyed frown, placing my glass on the table, "I'm tired, I should rest, I'll be in my room. See you later." I muttered, leaving without waiting for even a reaction from him.
I took long strides to my room, right after Felicia's. I rushed into my room, forcing myself not to feel what I'm feeling.
The annoying thing is, I don't know what I'm feeling, the feeling is unknown, weird and I don't know, and funny. I thought as I paced in my dark room.
"I'm running mad, that's for sure," I muttered under my breath, and it's all because of one person. "Does she feel the same? Am I crazy?" I sighed out of frustration, sitting on my bed and fisting my hair and almost pulling it out of my head.
She would never feel anything for me, only hatred, anger. I took her away from something she loved most. She can never feel what I'm feeling for her; it's absurd.
I groaned and fell back on my bed, wallowing in frustration.
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After reading what felt like a thousand books about vampire history and supernatural beings, I felt even more confused as much as intrigued. Everything I just read makes me dizzy. weakness, drinking blood and what else? chanting mantras.
All I have to do right now is work hard, know everything about this place, know my way around this Nosgoth, and I have to find a way to get myself out of here.
I stood up, flattening the wrinkled parts of my dress, getting ready to leave, when something caught my eye, in bold and italic writing, 'ASHES OF THEIMMORTAL', a big, brown and old-looking book, covered in dust. The letters, the book called me, lured me to it, like a sin.
I walked over to where the book was, lying abandoned with a few other books on the shelf, arm outstretched, the book drawing me to itself, but before I could even touch it, I heard a light knock from the other side of the door. I retracted my hand, taking one last glance at the book before walking towards the door.
My mind was still revolving around the book, the book looked old, maybe older than my father.
I opened the door, stepping outside and shutting the big door with a click. She smiled nervously at the maid.
"Lunch is ready, young miss," the maid informed with a slight bow, returning the smile, looking relaxed, like it's the only time she would feel like this.
"oh," I mused, realizing how long I had stayed in the library. "thank you," I murmured. 'well, the time wasted wasn't for nothing' at least I got to know that supernatural beings don't age, they can live for a million years and still look as flawless as Caden-no, I shouldn't be saying that, I shouldn't even think about that. I just hate him so much.
She turned on her heels and started walking. I followed behind her, my mind taking me back to the book. If I could get my hands on that book, everything would fall into place; I would finally be free from this cursed place.
I sat in my usual seat at the dining table, but Caden wasn't in his seat; he was nowhere to be seen, and that was awkward, weird, but why do I care?' I thought as I waited for lunch to arrive. Maybe he ate earlier, or he isn't hungry.
I didn't wait long before the maids brought the lunch. The meal looked really good, but I didn't feel good, I didn't know why, and I didn't like the feeling, and I wasn't enjoying the food.
After eating a few, I started playing with the food on my plate. "Young miss, do you not want to eat?" the maid asked, standing at the far corner of the room. her voice was low but still audible enough for my ears to hear.
"No," I murmured, "I don't know," I was in a daze, I don't know why I'm feeling like this, is it because of-no, no, no. it can't be, it will never be. i can never fall for him. "I don't have the appetite to eat any thing anymore," I said standing up, "thank you."
I left, walking to my room to rest, I'm starting to have a headache. i opened my door, walking in with a sudden wave of exhaustion and collapsing on the bed like a fallen tree. but that feeling still haven't left, 'why didn't he come down for lunch? is he angry at me for this morning?'
no, it can't be, I thought as sleep clouded my thoughts and finally, darkness took over, falling into the arms of slumber.