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Masterlist Vampire Night

Carlisle Nevermore is a duke, he had a wife, and now he's figuring out how to raise his newly turned vampire daughter Rosaria. His journey is stressfull as he reminisce about the days before the hunt.

Rosaria however, she tries to remember her humans days, whether she succeed or not, is up to debate.

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Day of memories (end)

His sweet Rosaria. It isn't kidnapping, he just brought her home that's all. Is there even a kidnapping? Carlisle couldn’t tell about this, He only knows that no other hunters should harm her with every weapon in their possession that they have.

“Sweet dreams Rosaria,” He whispers to her, he lays her down on the bed, and lays a blanket onto her.

He will make sure no harm comes to her. Carlisle steps out of her new room. It is a bit bland but if she wanted she could decorate whenever she wanted and how she wanted.

He’ll give her what she wants. He wants to spoil her but not today. Today he needs to prepare a dress, talking to the chef for a new menu.

“Perhaps making a brisket that is too undone but not inedible for her. But perhaps have some charcuterie, homemade jam, goat cheese and some grain bread.” He mutters to himself.

Who knew it is hard to be a father to an adult woman. A confused one in fact. He holds the necklace and looks at the painting.

“I’m sure you would love this life, my love,” He said and sigh and walks away.

If those dreaded hunters didn’t do what they did, then he doesn’t know what he would do. Bite their head off, perhaps. Carlisle doesn’t want any harm done by the people around him.

Those poor vampires, they didn’t do anything wrong but try to survive. It is just survival for them, nothing more than that. They only want to live without fear. His wife was proof that humans and vampires can work together.

His wife.

His beautiful tall wife. Oh, how he wishes to see her in the new world.

A world where there are no hunters to hunt them down. For now, he has Rosaria to take care of, he’ll figure out someway later once she’s awake from slumber. Carlisle looks outside,

“Already going up huh, Hastur. Very well then,” He said to himself and started walking to his empty room, with no wife or a child of his own to sleep with.

He looks at the bassinet beside his and his late wife's bed. Let’s hope things have changed, now with Rosaria around. It is not like there are more hunters roaming around in every corner. If there were, then he should deal with them.

He does hire vampires, skilled enough to kill them, as well as having that part-time fire wielding human.

“Mortals sure have evolved over the years, haven't they?” He said and sighs.

It isn’t long for him to fall asleep, next to a blank space where his wife slept.

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Day of memories (3)

“Call me your father, let me be your father if you wish, you’re so young that you need guidance, even some basic etiquette as the Duke's daughter,” He said to her.

Rosaria has no words, he wants her to be his daughter? Somehow, she wants to be included in a family, like she belongs somewhere, but he said he's a Duke, meaning she'll be held up to a higher standard than what she was used to. Was she a commoner or an upperclass woman? She doesn't know that for sure. At least calling Carlisle father isn’t as bad as calling him Sire. What can she do anyway? She sighs.

“I don’t know about it, sure I’ll take that name but, everything is confusing,” She said to him.

Carlisle looks at her and puts away the tray and the bowl on the table near the bed. He brings the young woman to him and hugs her.

He was born an aristocrat, he had fledglings and has wealth to take care of them, until they are good to go and have a life. That’s how he and his wife do.

‘If only you’re here, maybe you can give her motherly love,’ Carlisle thought.

Rosaria leans closer to the older man, he feels soft. She rubs her face on his chest.

“What time is it?” She asked him. She wants to at least know the time, how long was she asleep to begin with anyway? Carlisle strokes her white hair.

He replied: “It’s midnight,” He whispers to her.

He tries to calm her down, at least trying to soothe her into the reality of her new life. Perhaps the first step is getting used to her new food. She won’t have any human food anymore, she has to get used to blood and raw meat. Luckily the chef can make it appetizing. Carlisle looks at her, she snores softly. She needs a new dress too, someone like my status so that no one can harm her.

The problem is, he doesn't have any clothes for her. Especially dresses suited to her size, but what kind would–

Carlisle frowns.

His wife only dress, sure it is taller compared to Rosaria but, that's the only dress he has.

He sighs, he has to tailor the dress, even make the color look regal.

“Oh, Scylla, please for all of Carcosa, forgive me for destroying your beautiful gown,” Carlisle mutters.

He doesn't want to destroy something that is too precious for him. It reminds him of her oh so much.

But if this is a sacrifice he has to do then so be it. He wants to love the woman, be protected, and be cherished in his household. It sounds like he is a doting father to her.

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Day of memories(2)

“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.

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Day of memories (1)

Oh, for the heavens to bring forth the sickness and deadly illness. A plague masking as something as that of a curse. The young maiden with no home or family. She lies near the withered tree. She closes her eyes, only seeing the figure and the feeling of cold hands on her cheek. She woke up in a bed, she looked puzzled and looked at her surroundings. There she sees an older man, he must've waited for her to wake up.

“Hello?” She asked him.

The older man opens his eyes and looks at her, he smiles and touches her hair. His hand is cold, but oddly she loves the feeling.

“How are you feeling?” He asked her. She thought for a moment.

“I felt fine, I feel better. But I feel dizzy. Who are you?” She asked him. He can only smile,

“Carlisle, now I'll be back with some food. Here read this book,” He said, he handed her a book, covered in markings.

How beautiful. She grabs the book from him. She sees him leaving for a moment, perhaps for her to collect her thoughts.

‘Huh, Classic Tales of Macabre,’ She thought.

How intriguing. She looks at her hair, seeing how white it has gotten, you can see there is some hazel, but it looks faded. It doesn't change the matter when her hair is also quite long.

‘Do I have a name? How come I couldn't remember one,’ She thought to herself, she opened the book and smiled.

She does enjoy reading such absurd books. Especially when it is just multiple fragments of misfortune. The amnesiac woman sighed, wondering when the man from before would come back. It couldn’t take him that long right. Maybe she should look for him? It won’t hurt, would it? Just as she is about to stand up, the door opens up and the same man as before comes in, he holds a tray made of silver, as if it is hurting his fingertips and hands.

“We ran out of clean trays that won’t hurt us older vampires, but I try my best with what we have.” He said to her, The young woman looks at him, his tone is so fatherly and warm, almost like he could be her father.

If she wanted one to begin with.

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