Thread: Bloodthirsty

Istillo watched as the nervous boy followed, the doctor's eyes following Will until the door was shut. James hung his head, then shook it, packing the rest of his things. It wouldn't do to dwell on the boy's future. It was something the doctor always had to contend with when he tended to mortals, but there was something different about Will. He hoped the boy would... The doctor sighed, pushing the thoughts from his mind. Istillo's boots clacked on the marble floor, the stride of his longer legs clipped just enough so that the boy would be able to keep up. Hmm... He was acting quite obediently all of a sudden. Though it could have been the shock and fear. The captain did not mind the silence. It made it easier to lead the boy through the large, winding hallways. Finally, they ascended another wide marble staircase, following the decorated hall under high vaulted ceilings to a set of giant carved wooden doors. Istillo paused, raising a brow. The guards, dressed in black robes and veils that covered their faces moved, springing to life like living statues, and pushed the great heavy doors open. The sentinel's black-gloved hands held the doors open with an inhuman ease as they resumed their frozen posture, their free hands clenched around their tall, metal spears. Blank veiled faces stared straight ahead as the pair moved past them, then the sentinels moved once more releasing the doors and marching out silently shoulder-to-shoulder as they swung slowly shut. Only once the echo of the great doors closing had ended did Istillo speak, his eyes focused straight ahead as they continued down the corridor, Listen carefully mortal. Jame's told you our Lord is not human. Frigid red eyes fell to the boy's, Thus, he is not to be treated like a human. He is older than you can fathom. He broke the stare to raise his eyes once more to the end off the hall, lighted by two ornate lamps, the imposing, gilded door between them reflecting in the flickering light. He is royalty, and shall be treated as such. Do you understand? Istillo's growled out, gaze piercing into Will's once more, then up to the door before him. The captain's reverence towards his lord borne out of servitude to the royal family, being a part of the network which protected them. He would not say any more on the matter. It was not his place. The mortal would need to find out for himself. After all, he was now apart of this world... and the secrets it held. The captain's hand rose to knock on the doors, but before his knuckles could rap they clicked and swung open slowly. The opening was dark. Istillo prodded the boy forward, stepping in himself. They walked through the short passage, a fresh smell blowing past them, carried by the night air. A strange gust, considering the entire walk up till now they had seemingly been encased in a winding labyrinth of thick stone walls and medieval architecture as they delved deeper into the estate. Not so here. The duo stepped into a wide room with a high ceiling, from which hung delicate, intricate looking chandeliers. A low fire burned under a high mantel straight across the wide expanse of floor from them, a coat of arms hung above it. Between the fire and them was a table, set and prepared, what looked to be several dish adorning it. In the left corner of the room sat a grand piano and a violin case, resting upon the velvet bench. Along the left wall were a set of closed double doors. To the right of the room stood double french doors, opened wide glass catching on the moonlight that streamed in. Through them could be seen a figure standing on a terrance, his back to the interior room and facing out towards the view of the estate. The gardens that stretched out beneath him... the forest, all the way to the faint mountains that peaked into the clouds in the distant horizon. Night flowers blossomed along the vines that crept upon the stone balcony their sweet scent washing into the room with every gust of wind. The figure turned slowly, the moonlight that shone over the tops of the trees and illuminated the world behind him throwing his features into shadow. The most Will would be able to see was the strands of the tall figures's black hair, backlit by the moon, and the outline of a sharp suit. My Lord, Istillo knelt, bowing his head, one arm outstretched to push the boy to his knees as well. There was a pause, then a deep, smooth voice ordered the Captain rise. Is this the boy? The voice asked, it's earthreal tone quiet, yet powerful. Yes, my Lord. There was a pause. Leave us. The low voice demanded. Ah, Sire- The silhouette's head tilted slightly, and the Captain winced. A package for you, my Lord. He managed, respectfully. The figure nodded. Istillo quickly deposited the small wrapped package on the table, then retreated at a clipped, formal stride to the entrance passage. He bowed formally once more, then silently left, boots echoing back to the heavy doors. They closed. The silhouette's face turned to regard the blond boy kneeling on the marble checkered floor, Rise... Eat. Before your meal grows cold. A graceful hand gestured to the food upon the table. Various dishes of meats shone succulent under the soft candlelight that bathed the dim room roast duck and lamb, a flayed salmon it's insides showing pink and grilled with lemon.. Cuts of tenderloin and ribs... a lobster glistening red. Vegetables and fruits as well, salads and peas, and other exotic bowls of prepared slices and berries.. Starches potatoes and steaming rice, dishes of pasta and spaghetti. Various bowls of fragrant soups... A silver platered tier of desserts and a cup of red wine. The figure on the balcony watched the mortal closely, his stare burning into the boy though his eyes could not be seen. Sit. Are you hungry?