Thread: Of Desire

The night was still long, and thankfully so, for so was their walk. Tonight had...not been a desired sort, but there had been little planning in it, with emotion carrying most, if not all of the actions. Ideally he would have left her there dead, removing himself from her dressing room with her to be discovered soon after, surely, but once he was out of sight. Or, ideally, that fool Gregori would have sold her to him in the first place. Ideally there were other ways this would have all happened without a huge stir being caused, for he, his type, and simply he in general was someone who preferred as little rumor and as much seclusion as possible. Though he could handle them, though he had handled them in the past, the last thing he needed were pitchforks and torches, the fools thinking their motley crew was anything of the sort that should perchance challenge an ancient blood. The walk was long, and thankfully she slept for the majority of it. He carried her through the fields outside of the tent, away from the nearby town. He took her through the forest, away from the dirt road, into a deep of the woods most regarded as haunted at worst, and unnerving at best. Over a creek, through a clearing, and then more woods, reaching a hilly region. It took somewhere between four to five hours of steady walking until they reached the edge of that expansive forest, and reach the edge they did, for little further and it gave way to a cliff that then gave way to the sea. Just before that cliff, however, or rather, upon it sat a grand castle of stone, one not stepped upon with human feet since the thirteen-hundreds. That would not change, even tonight. They still had an hour or two until it would be light out. The sky was already starting to change, but that would matter not. Not only was the castle's location a mite unusual, but throughout it there was perhaps not a single window readily visible to the naked eye. There were perhaps a few here or there, their locations carefully chosen, and the master bedroom had a lovely, large stone balcony to it, but other than those, they to be enjoyed at night, windows in general were not a vampire's friend. Tales of them living in caskets in basements were not wholly exaggerated more convenient than that, though, was when you had your home crafted so that you could walk about the grounds as you wish, with sunlight never truly being a thing of any real concern. The most his Anastaysia had displayed throughout the entirety of the walk were brief murmurs or temporary clutches at his clothing. It had been so long since he'd turned anyone, but from what he remembered, this was to be expected. It was possible she would snap right out of it any time now, or it was just as possible she would experience things such as vomiting or fever for days - however her body specifically decided to react, really. The only thing sure was that Ana would not die, because she could not die - any uneasiness her body experienced now, hell, even should he strangle her again, the newfound blood flowing through the fledgling vampiress' veins would regenerate her before too long. He carried her up an expanse of near forty wide stairs and through a heavy oak and iron double door, in from a night that had been hot, muggy, and had brought a sticky sheen both all over his face, neck, and his chest beneath his shirt, and the entirety of her body. Upon entering, the halls of the grand castle were a stark opposite, the air cool, the stone cold, and all of it covered in a layer of dust. Do you stir yet, my sweet? He asked her as they ascended another set of stairs, holding her as close to him as ever. ...Perhaps I should take you to bed, for now?