The Vampires forbidden obsession

Rainy Night

As evening settled over the land, dark clouds gathered overhead, promising an oncoming rain. The Voss mansion stood quiet and proud, encircled by a vast stretch of trees. The family had just finished supper and retired to their respective rooms.

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‎Damien had just finished taking his bath and changing into his night clothes. His small feet carried him to the table to read a book before going to bed. After reading for a while, he decided it was time to sleep.

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‎The rain had just started when Damien heard movement in his room. Opening his eyes, he found the boy named Luke standing close to the fireplace; he was soaked to the bones and shivering like a drowned rat. Damien glared at the boy, wondering why he was being disturbed right now, as it was the time of night when people were supposed to be sleeping.

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‎"What are you doing here?" Damien questioned, a frown coming to settle on his small face.

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‎Luke grinned as if he'd just won a huge amount of money by being stupid. "Master Damien," he said. "I came to show you this," Luke said, pulling a silver gun from his pocket, his hands shaking from the cold. "I saw... it in... the... weapon room," he stammered, his voice unsteady due to his trembling. He grasped the gun in his left hand, turning the barrel toward himself to look inside while his right thumb rested on the trigger. Just before he could apply enough pressure to pull the trigger, Damien quickly grabbed the gun from him. "What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to accidentally take your own life? Even if that was your intention, I don't think it would be nice seeing your blood and brains splattered across my walls and floors." Damien shook his head in disapproval. "Come on, I'm keeping this, and I’m taking you back to your room." He started walking out of his room toward the weapon room next to the basement, occasionally glancing back to ensure the boy was still following him. Luke had stopped shaking, as Damien had given him ample time to calm down.

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‎Getting to the room, Damien pushed the big iron doors to step into the candle-lit room that smelled of iron. Walking to one of the shelves, he placed the gun back in its rightful place before closing the case. The gun belonged to his great-grandfather. Damien turned around only to find the boy staring at another weapon. "Don't touch anything, Luke," Damien warned. Luke was staring at a long, sharp knife that was curved to look almost like a "C." The room was filled with various types of weapons, from the smallest to the biggest, both old and new; there were some that belonged to his ancestors here too.

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‎Damien started walking out of the room, having Luke follow him again. "Master Damien, could you teach me how to use a gun?" Luke asked, excitement in his voice.

‎"No," came Damien's clipped response. The boy couldn't handle himself, let alone a gun; who knows when he might accidentally kill himself or, worse, kill someone else? Damien didn't want to be the reason for that mishap."Master Damien, could I come watch you next time when you practice?" the boy asked again. "Sure," Damien agreed.

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‎Getting to the main living room, they found Mark, the butler, who stood close to the stairs as if he was going up before hearing the boys coming out. He looked at his son, who appeared as if he had been in the rain, as his hair was still wet. "Master Damien, I'm sorry if Luke has caused you trouble; please let me take him back with me." Mark bowed to his young master before turning to his son. "I was looking for you. And what were you doing going into the rain and causing trouble for Master Damien?" the butler scolded his son. Damien turned and went back to his room to get the sleep he needed before he was interrupted.

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