Charlotte stayed in her room for the remainder of the day after her outburst. She didn't even emerge for dinner time. She was incredibly frustrated with Lord Hunt and had no idea what to think of the whole ordeal. Everything had taken a turn that she hadn't expected. While she was grateful to have more of an opportunity to get to know Lord Hunt this way, she also wasn't sure about his motives. There was some interest on both ends, but no clear stance on how deep it went or if it would go any further than it already had. It only added to the confusion she felt that he would go and abruptly dismiss all the other servants. That just didn't make sense to Charlotte. She understood finding out who had been behind destroying her room and ruining her things, but to cut all twelve of the others seemed a bit drastic. There must be something serious going on in Lord Hunt's mind. Something that she hadn't been able to understand. Thinking it over, part of her wanted to believe that he had done
The knock on Charlotte's bedroom door the next morning came as a surprise. She knew that Lord Hunt did not wake in the early hours.. It didn't make much sense then for someone to be knocking at her door. Charlotte knew that they were the only ones present in the castle now since he had dismissed everyone else. She almost rolled over to go back to sleep until the knock persisted. Unable to ignore it, she finally got herself out of bed and moved to open the door. Pulling it open, she was surprised to find a middle-aged woman standing on the other side. She was dressed in a plain gray dress, her graying hair tied back into a low ponytail. The woman didn't seem at all bothered by Charlotte's shock to see her, she merely smiled at her and gave her a short bow. "Good morning, I will be your maid. Breakfast will be ready soon My Lady," she said, and then after the short introduction, moved past her to begin her work. Speechless, Charlotte watched as the woman went around the room, tidyi
Charlotte didn't want to make it too obvious that she was curious about their unexpected guest. Even though she still wanted answers from Lord Hunt, her curiosity was enough for the moment to set those issues aside. Despite the fact that she was in the middle of a tangled mess with Lord Hunt, she still had a passion for history. This Lord Vincent Eclaire had a part he played in Lord Hunt's past, that much she had figured out from both the things that Lord Hunt told her and what she was able to find about him. It was for that reason that when Lord Hunt stood abruptly to rush off and follow after his new employee, Charlotte hung back a little bit. She waited until he went down the pathway before she followed them. Honestly, she wasn't sure if he would have allowed her to go along with him if she had asked or not. So instead of asking, she had just decided to follow and listen in on whatever conversation she might be able to catch between them. As quietly as she was able, she followed
An argument broke out behind her, she could hear the voices echoing in the hall while she ran down the corridor. She should have seen it while she was doing her research. There had been photographs of Lady Bennett in the files she found. It hadn't occurred to her then though that she might look like her in any way. After hearing what Lord Eclaire said about it, she regretted coming here at all. All of this hurt could have been avoided if she'd just never come to Willow Creek to begin with. It would be easy for her to just pack what things she had and leave, in theory. However, things only took a complicated turn when she gave into the hidden desires she held the night they shared together. Whether it was all fueled by the heat of the moment or his physical appearance, or even if it was because she had started to truly enjoy his company, it all made leaving very difficult now. Why? Because Charlotte didn't want to just leave, there was a part of her that wanted to believe it was mor
Dinner started out in silence. Charlotte felt a little awkward sitting across the dining table from Lord Eclaire. Their plates were brought out to them by the kitchen staff that Lord Hunt had hired. Which was another oddity for Charlotte. She had only just gotten used to sharing the table with twelve other people and the plates having been passed down the line until everyone had one in front of them. The table felt empty now that she sat at it alone, even with Lord Eclaire there. He was nothing more than a stranger to her though, which might explain why she felt that way. The meal that was prepared was perfect. She couldn't have asked for better cuisine in a five-star restaurant. It seemed like Lord Hunt had done well to ensure that his staff was highly skilled. That was a little impressive to her, since she knew that the vampires didn't need to consume food to survive. While they could eat, it was more or less an act of being human than it was beneficial for them. In which case, it
Charlotte closed her eyes as the pain of Lord Hunt's bite washed through her. It stung like any other bite, but there was a rush behind it too. She had no idea how long he kept his fangs pressed into her skin, so by the time he started to ease the angry wound, it felt like several minutes had gone by. She struggled to get away from him before but as his lips and tongue moved to soothe the bite, Charlotte found herself clinging to him. The bite on her neck ended up being much more sensitive than the one on her shoulder. There wasn't anything she could do to try and stop the shuddering that kept running down her back the longer his touch lasted. With each reaction to his touch, she could feel the tingling start to pick up. It was the same sensation that she felt on the night she asked Lord Hunt to stay with her. She was back in the same place she had been then, wishing to feel more of him and not necessarily wanting it to end. The urge only became stronger now that she knew how his k
Charlotte was escorted out of the room by Lord Eclaire, who insisted she come with him so that she could hear the conclusion to the story. She complied quietly, but couldn't help to look over her shoulder. Her mind was swimming with everything that had just happened. The brief discussion she had with Lord Hunt on his feelings towards her and then finding out she had been marked. It contradicted itself in the sense that if she was only there to replace a memory or if he had real feelings for her. She almost felt like he did it out of jealousy. Those thoughts she would have to push to the back of her mind. Charlotte had already decided that she would first learn the rest of their past before she tried to make sense of anything going on between herself and Lord Hunt. That meant that she needed to focus on figuring out the rest of this mystery instead of her own personal thoughts or feelings. A task that was proving harder and harder to do the longer she spent time in the castle with Lor
"This would go a lot faster if you'd stop interrupting," Lord Eclaire responded. He turned to Lord Hunt, finally sounding irritated after all the threats he'd been given. "I came because you've had enough time. It's getting late," Lord Hunt growled. "But I can see I've made a mistake. Step away from her." "Jealous Rodrick? Maybe you should have done a better job at claiming her, but you're so stuck in the past you couldn't do that, could you?" Lord Eclaire snapped back. He had stepped away from her, but remained facing Lord Hunt. "What's happened between us is none of your concern. If my way of living bothers you so much, you could have left at any point in time," Lord Hunt replied, his glare more intense. Charlotte stood watching their argument unfold. She could tell that a fight was on the brink of breaking out. Never in her life would she have imagined two vampires arguing over her. It wasn't flattering for her though, not in the slightest bit. The way that they talked about
The next afternoon, around noon, all of the castle staff was asked to wait in the entrance hall. The request had been made by Rodrick early that morning, after speaking briefly with a maid that stopped by the room to check on him. Just like it started, Rodrick approached the staircase right around the time he requested to find the hall packed. At the moment, he stood alone on the staircase, figuring it would be more impactful this way. Especially since the staff wasn't the only company he requested that afternoon. Vincent was pulled from the room he chose to occupy for the night and asked to stand in on the announcement as well. The other vampire stood near the bottom of the left staircase and looked less than amused to be there. At least, he could say that Vincent didn't give him any trouble when he was the last to arrive among the staff that afternoon. It really did seem like he was trying to bury the hatchet so to speak. Rodrick wasn't going to ask what Serina's ghost said to hi
Those spoken words were all she needed to pick right back up where she left off. After flashing him a quick smile in return, Charlotte found herself locked back into his embrace. Their lips meeting more passionately and tenderly than they had ever done before. She imagined that if it were still possible, it might have been enough to take her breath away. It wasn't a feeling she was missing out on though because she had become so aware of everything else around her. The touch of his skin under her palms while she smoothed her hands up his chest no longer seemed chilling to her. It felt just like her own and now she was able to fully enjoy every curve of the muscles he hid beneath his clothes. His alabaster skin was so perfectly flawless and carefully chiseled. It didn't stop with the touch of her fingertips. Charlotte eventually moved her eager kisses down to explore his body. Every touch sent her senses wild. It went beyond the tingling she used to feel from his touch. She was so a
Charlotte woke up confused. The last thing she remembered was having a knife pressed to her throat. Shortly after that, everything got foggy, both literally and figuratively. Her memory faded once Rimidal's fog settled in. There were glimpses that she saw in her mind where she thought she saw Lord Hunt there beside her and holding her in his arms. Everything after that went completely black. She had no idea when they arrived back to Willow Creek or for how long she was out. That wasn't the strangest part for her though. It was when she came to her senses in Lord Hunt's bed. Her clothes were different and the way they felt on her body was different. Now dressed in a deep red satin nightgown that only came to her thighs, the smooth material felt cool against her skin. That was not the only thing she noticed that felt odd, it was the sounds. From somewhere nearby, she could have sworn she heard her name being said even though Lord Hunt was the only other person in the room. Then the
When they arrived back in Willow Creek, dawn was just on the horizon. There was no life in Charlotte's body anymore. It was just shortly after they started their long drive, that Rodrick felt the last of her faint breath. If she didn't come back from this as a vampire, then he would have lost her. For the time being, Rodrick was remaining composed while he clung to the glimmer of hope that he had done enough to complete the change. While he was certain he gave her enough of his blood and venom to start the change, he wasn't at all sure if he was too late in giving it to her. All there was left to do now was wait to see if she would rise again in twenty four hours. A painful wait to know if he had lost someone he only just accepted his love for. Rodrick wasn't sure if he could go through another loss like that again. Vincent trailed into his castle behind him while Rodrick moved as swiftly as he could to carry Charlotte up to his room. The castle staff that caught sight of him ascen
The sounds of Charlotte's shallow breathing and the scent of blood were near. Rodrick was certain that he was getting closer to her. He just needed her to hang on long enough for him to reach her. Before he could get to her, however, another shadow appeared in the fog. This one was of Rimidal himself. His glowing eyes cut through the dense cover. Rodrick could barely make out his features, his form appeared so dark as though he were merely a shadow of himself. "This is your last chance, Rodrick," Rimidal's voice echoed through the fog. "I will not allow another, if you wish for closure with your lost love." Rodrick stared at the shadowy form of his master. He knew that this was a test of life or death. In this case, the life that would be lost would be Charlotte's instead of his own. Why Rimidal chose to take her life and not his, he wasn't sure. Rodrick knew that if he allowed himself to get lost in the fog with the ghost of his past, Charlotte would die. Time was running out for
Rodrick's eyes moved from where Charlotte was standing with Beatrice, over to Rimidal. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. "No, don't! He'll kill you!" Charlotte choked out, tears streaming down her face. "Quiet now, I don't want to hurt you," Beatrice said to her. Despite her words, she didn't move the blade away from her throat at all. Rimidal smiled at him, his eyes only seemed to take on a glow. The lights in the chandelier above flickered then, as though a breeze had somehow touched the flames inside the lamps. Then, without explanation, they started to go out one by one until the room was completely black. There was a collective reaction from everyone else in the room. A clamor of confusion at the sudden darkness, unsure of what had caused it. Just as quickly as the lights snuffed out, they all lit up at once again, this time their flames were a low, flickering blue. It gave the entire room an eerie glow. To make matters worse, once the flames relit, Rimidal had vanish
It took them a little over an hour to walk up the steep, winding path through the cliff until they reached the large front doors to the castle. Once they arrived, they stopped together to take it in. For Rodrick, being back at this place was a strike of nostalgia to before things had taken a dark turn. In a time before he had even set foot into Willow Creek, he spent a lot of his life at this castle. It had even served as an inspiration when he designed his own in Willow Creek. Ever since Serina passed away, the relationship he had with Rimidal deteriorated. Rodrick effectively cut everyone out of his life and isolated himself inside his own castle. He knew that everyone that was in touch with Rimidal likely knew what happened to him and why he had suddenly stopped coming around. It felt a little bittersweet on that note, to be here like this. With the possibility that his once close friend and master might be attempting to end his life tonight. There was no going back now. Rodrick
By sunset the next night, Rodrick was already out of his bed and carefully pulling a shirt over his shoulders. His stab wounds were still present and they had his body sore with too much movement. The hit he took to the head when he went through the wall had left a visible gash just at the top of his hairline. These were minor things, he told himself. He could not afford to wait around to heal at this point. There was no telling what Rimidal might subject Charlotte to if she was left in that castle for too long. Just as he was finishing readying himself for the night, the doors to his bedroom suddenly flew open. At no surprise, the culprit behind the jarring interruption was Vincent. Of course he looked like he was already prepared. Unlike Rodrick, all signs of their fight the last time he was there had healed. Another fact that came to no surprise for Rodrick, he hadn't been the one that pulled a knife. "For someone so determined to get his lover back, you're moving awfully slow,"
"Lord Hunt, I have heard of him," the redhead said. "My Lord mentioned him a few times. About how shameful it was to watch great Lords fall stagnant." Charlotte's smile faltered to her words. Another truth that Beatrice told. Everyone who belonged to Rimidal knew about Lord Hunt and how time stopped for him. She wondered if Lord Hunt realized how well known his story was. At least that chunk of it without the details. Maybe he didn't care if they knew or not. It sounded like all that mattered to him was staying in his continuous time loop. Until Charlotte stepped into his life to disrupt it. "Yes, he's only just started to recover," Charlotte answered quietly. Before their conversation could carry on anymore, the wooden doors to the room were suddenly thrown open. The echoing sound had Charlotte jump and turn towards the door. The other six just gathered together and watched as Rimidal led two people into the room with him. He brought them over to one of the lounge areas and invi