Promise Made
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The men entered the mansion to head towards the study so they could talk about other matters.
Inside the mansion, they saw the little girl playing. She looked to be about twelve years old. Her red eyes were big and round, her hair was tied into pig tails with pink ribbons, her dress was pink with gold threads creating beautiful designs, and she wore pink knee-high boots that had ribbons running through them. She was playing with a dollhouse and looked like she was enjoying her time.
"Excuse me, Father. I'll be heading to my room now," Damien said, already walking towards the stairs when the girl named Mary suddenly laughed. She hadn't noticed the people entering the mansion, but their footsteps halted at the sound of the girl's laugh. It wasn't pleasant to listen to. "I guess Damien wasn't wrong after all, Moritz," Mr. Ronald Voss said, staring at the girl who turned at the sound of his voice.
Mr. Moritz turned to look at Damien, who was already staring at him with raised eyebrows as if to say, 'See, I told you so,' Damien raised his hand and pointed his index finger at his head, going in a circular motion to indicate that the girl had lost her mind. Moritz glared at the boy; he turned back to look at his daughter, who had made him look like a fool by embarrassing him with the sound of her laughter. ''Mary! In the carriage now.'' His voice was stern, with controlled rage. He was a pure-blooded vampire, and he simply could not stand this type of embarrassment. ''Mr. Voss, I'll take my leave now.'' When Ronald nodded his head in approval, Moritz bowed to the man before leaving.
Damien opened the door to his room only to find his little sister sleeping peacefully on the bed. Had she been waiting for him, he questioned himself, "Silly girl," he muttered, then tucked her in properly so she could sleep more comfortably. Going to the side, he pulled out a chair and sat down at the table to read a book when there was a knock at the door. "Ien, have you seen your sister?" his mother entered his room only to find her daughter sleeping. "Oh, there she is," the woman chuckled. She'd been looking for her youngest for a while now, not knowing she was here all along. Damien turned from his book to face his mother when she sat on the bed to pay attention to his sleeping sister.
"How was training today?" his mom asked him. She was a pure-blooded vampire and very beautiful. She had golden blonde hair, like his sister, while he had his father's midnight black hair. To him, his mother was the best; she loved her family so much she'd do anything for them and treated her children with equal love and attention. She was a good woman.
"Training was fine, Mother. I wish Father would let me go out with him. He said I'm too young to be in the fields," Damien said, his eyebrows knitted in concentration. "Oh Ien, your father is right. As much as I'd want you to be strong and the best vampire hunter, I also want you alive."
"But mother, I can defend myself. I know how to use a gun," he tried to reason with her. "That you can, but you still need to learn hand-to-hand combat because what if you don't have your gun with you and get attacked? Then what? You'll get hurt, and I don't want to see my baby hurt."
She walked to stand in front of him, placing both hands on his cheeks. "For now, I want you to be my baby boy. Damien, promise me you'll always be safe. Your safety comes first, okay?"
Damien sighs, "I guess you're right. I promise."
His mother gave him a big smile and then kissed his head. "Good boy. Dinner will be ready soon, so come down when you're done, okay?"
"Yes, mother," alone in the room again, Damien went back to reading.
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