“How are you holding up? Feeling thirsty?” He said to her.
“Can you tell me my name? I don’t remember having one, or why don't I remember after being here?” She asked him. The older man sits down on the bed and holds a bowl of red liquid.
“Drink this, it’ll help replenish some of your energy my dear.” He said to her.
“My name is Carlisle Severn Nevermore,” He said to her. He sees her drinking some soup, he makes sure it is made for her to digest properly.
After all, being a newly turned vampire can be difficult to deal with. He just wants her to rest easy, not worrying about why it happens or if she wants to revert to being human again.
“You don’t remember your name, sweetheart?” He asked her,
It is an uncommon side effect for newly turned fledgling. Some would lose their reflection in an instant, some would lose their humanity all together. Then there are cases where human memories are wiped off.
Carlisle thought for a moment, and when she is in a better mind space, he’ll tell her about her human life, for now. She is just confused. She is just a child in his eyes. He doesn’t want her to suffer longer. He often wonders what his wife would do. She knows the answer since she is a dhampire. Sadly he’s alone, with only his beliefs of the King in Yellow.
“Would you want to give yourself a name? Or should I?” Carlisle asked her.
The young fledgling thought for a bit her mind is a bit foggy, but she can think straight at least.
“I’m terrible with names, even I have trouble naming animals that I see as pets,” She said to him, taking a sip of the soup. The warm food is comforting, almost like it is a taste of home, and it was made of familial love.
“I should have realized sooner that you’re a vampire, Carlisle,” She said to him.
Carlisle chuckles and slowly ruffles her snowy white hair.
“My apologies for not explaining in the first place, but if you truly want me to give you a name, I can do so if you like,” He said to her.
The woman nods. She is terrible at giving names to people or animals, let alone giving herself a name. Carlisle thought for a moment. What is a good name for her? Then he remembers. He looks at her, finishing every last drop of the soup, that he calls blood and said: “Rosaria,”
She looks at him confused,
“Rosaria?” She questioned him. Carlisle nodded and smiled.
“Why not? It is a beautiful name for you isn't it?” He said jokingly.
Rosaria can’t help but laugh a little. She finds him so silly and doting sometimes, like a father would to his small child.
“I suppose in vampire ranking, I should be calling you Sire, since I’m your fledgling aren’t I?” Rosaria questioned him.
Carlisle looks speechless, sure higher vampires should be called Sires when they have fledglings but for her, for Rosaria this is an exception.