Vampire Prince
Thread Topic: Vampire Prince
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Wilhelm eventually brought out the food for Jack. It was a similar tomato soup but Wilhelm poured some of the milk from the pitcher into Jack's bowl. He set down the pheasant with a flourish. "The second course will be coming soon your highness, I promise it's good!" Wilhelm exclaimed. Jack just sighed as he drank the soup. He remembered how much Frederick protested drinking tomato soup in the vampire castle because it looked like blood. It was warmer than blood. Jack looked at the sealed pitcher than looked at Mildred. He would not pour out his true drink until later opting for now to pour some milk for himself to eat the pheasant with
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Mildred looked up, noticing Jack Coros watching her. 'What?' she asked, quickly wiping her tomato soup-covered fingers on her dress before he noticed. She wasn't too good at using a spoon. Usually she'd just eat with her hands or drink it straight out of the bowl.
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"it is nothing. Feel free to pick up the bowl and drink from it that way if that is more convenient." Jack said as he cut into his pheasant. Jack himself used to pick up bowls to drink from before his etiquette teacher scolded him for it. He used to think she was a very grouchy widow before finding out that her husband was not in fact dead, but instead he'd ran away. Thinking of it now he felt bad for his etiquette teacher.
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Mildred nodded and stared at her soup. She put down the spoon and tipped it upwards, drinking it like that. When she put it down, she had tomato soup smeared on her upper lip so she hastily wiped it on the back of her sleeve. She then continued eating the pheasant, not saying anything to Jack; partially because she was quiet enjoying her meal and partially because she had no idea what to say.
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Jack didn't say anything as he ate. He would pause between every two bites to take a sip of his milk. He eventually finished the full first course and looked too the sealed pitcher again before drinking his milk. He waited for a few minutes before ringing in the second course. He didn't really need all the food but since Wilhelm prepared it all he figured he might as well eat it. "Hello again your highness, for your second course I offer some honey glazed ham and some fresh bread complete with cheese and butter." Wilhelm said cheerfully. As he brought out the food. He packed it beside the other plate for Mildred and picked up the finished bowls and plates.
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Mildred stared at the food in wonder. It looked so good. The only time she remembered eating something like this was as a small child. 'Thank you,' she said, still watching the food like it could be a joke.
Mildred glanced up at Jack, wondering if she had to wait for him to start before she did. -
Jack started eating the bread as soon as it was set down but he thought it was an unspoken rule that food could be eaten once it was set down. The bread was baked with dill to go better with the ham. Jack would never admit it, but he was a big fan on bread. He once asked Wilhelm to make some everyday but Wilhelm scolded his for it saying all that yeast couldn't be good for him and that he'd eat himself sick like that.
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Mildred starting eating as well, trying not to spill too much on herself or the table. She remained silent, pondering things in her mind, staring at the food in front of her in interest and a little sadness as she ate it. After a few minutes, she spoke up suddenly.
'Is it better to lose something good or to never have had it at all?' she asked Jack, shifting her gaze from her meal to the vampire sitting a few feet from her. -
That question caught jack off guard. It was visible on his face. He closed his eye and laid his hands on the table for a minute before speaking. "I have lost something good, and I wish it had never appeared in front of me. It would have been easier if I'd never had it at all." Jack said. A singular tear fell from his eye as he laid his head into his hands, covering his eye. He wished he never met Frederick bavlenca so he never would have to have felt this pain. Better yet he wished he'd been born without eyes so Frederick would have no reason to run. A second tear fell from his eyes, then a third. He couldn't stop them from falling, and he hated it.
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Mildred stared at Jack, a little bewildered. She'd never seen someone cry, excepting the awful time she'd been to church wearing black.
'Are you alright, your majesty?' she asked, putting down her cutlery. She watched him, unsure of what to do or how to make him feel better. Frederick Bavlenca. The chef had remarked how unlike the man Mildred seemed. There was a painting of a redhead man on the wall. The journal would've been written by him.
Mildred cocked her head at Jack Coros, her lips pursing into a sympathetic smile. 'I think I know who this is about,' she mumbled. -
"Don't mention him. I am done eating." Jack said standing up. He was crying and he was embarrassed he was crying in front of anyone. He grabbed the sealed pitcher. "I will return to my throne, Wilhelm will bring out the third course if you tell him I finished eating. If he doesn't, talk to me later about it." Jack said. All the memories were piling up as more tears fell.
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Mildred quickly took another bite of her food before standing. 'It must be dull sitting on a chair all day. May I join you?' she asked. She wanted to know more about the Frederick Bavlenca, and if Jack refused to speak about it, she wanted to at least comfort him. Mildred had nobody to comfort her she she gave into her sadness, and it seemed Jack didn't either.
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"I... First off, you need to eat. Second of all, you might've guessed what was in this pitcher and I'll be drinking it at my throne." Jack said. He wiped the tears from his eyes to keep his composure. He needed to be out of this room, and he needed to hydrate. He remembered how bad he got the last time he stopped drinking blood. It was not a good sight. Drinking the blood would also help him stop thinking of the fugitive. The man that broke his heart, Frederick bavlenca.
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Mildred sighed. She tried to think of a good point but nothing came to mind. 'Fine,' she muttered, sitting back in her seat, a little disheartened she wouldn't be able to find out more about the redhead man. But she supposed she wouldn't be getting out of the castle very soon, so there was a lot of time to crack the mystery.
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"i apologize." Jack said as he walked out of the dining room with the sealed pitcher. As he walked down the hallway he opened the seal. He took a sip from the pitcher and finally the constant thoughts about Frederick went muddy. It was not permanent, but the thoughts had just been too much at that moment. He got to the throne room and checked the moon, it was still westward so there was much of the night to go. He grabbed the goblet beside the throne and poured in the blood. He picked it up and put it to his lips before pausing. He didn't put a goblet there. He looked at it. This was not just any goblet. It was engraved with one word, bavlenca. Jack threw the goblet and watched the blood spill out at the door.
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