Adrian was silent on the way to the castle, by the time they were inside it’s walls the boy had stopped shaking and crying. For any other child the gloomy castle would be scarry, but Adrian had been here since he was born. This was home and he felt safe. He pulled away from his father to look around and listen. “Mama…” He murmured softly, wanting to be with Lisa.
“Mother is is sleeping.” The boy said once his senses picked up on his other parent and pouted. He wanted to see her but didn’t want to wake her, Adrian could wait until later. The dhampir rested his head against his father’s chest and waited to be taken to his own room, pale fingers poking at the buttons on his father’s vest to occupy himself until they arrived. Once in his bedroom he wiggled free from his father’s grip and hopped down to hurry over to his bed and grab his stuffed teddy bear to cling to.
“On the bad tree, I recognized one of the dead people.” Adrian said looking up to his father. “He was the baker in town, Frederik. He was a nice man, I helped him last week carrying some crates into his shop and he gave me a bread roll in the shape of a butterfly. Frederik wouldn’t hurt anyone…” Adrian shook his head not liking this at all. “I want to find the bad person and fight him, father.”
vlad frowned. had lisa heard her son just now, he knew she’d be greatly unhappy. carefully, the vampire moves to adrians side, falling to one knee and raising a hand to cup the others small cheek. “ adrian, ” he starts, tucking a strand of hair behind the youngers ear. he strugles to find his next words. the hurt and the anger was clear in his sons eyes when he looked into them. normally so bright and full of life and joy, now seemed darkened, overcast and dim with grife and anger, bloodshot and tired from his tears. adrians face made for love and life, bright sunny days and comfort, not sadness and anger. the family had been near this town for some time now, vlad understood, like most vampires when they settled into a regrion, adrian likely though of it has his, the people there, his.
sighing, his hand falls from the boys face, resting instead on atop his knee. he swallows, realizing how long the silance has been dragged out. “ no. ” this was not his strong suit. not at all. vlad himself, in the past, had slaughtered half a town or more, for less. denying his son that same right felt as though it went against his very being. “ your mother would be very displeased if you did that. its best to let the townspeople sort it out on their own. ”
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