The sword and the white rose

Chapter Three

Even now, I am still haunted by the image of my father “dying” before my eyes when I was just five years old. I wiped away the solitary crimson tear and picked up a napkin from my desk. At that moment, Morifirer walked in as I was doing this.

“La Mia Luna, is something bothering you? While looking at the napkin I held, he commented on the pen-sized crimson dot on it. His face gently droops. There was regret written in his eyes, accompanied by tenderness. When he recollected the location he had directed me to commence from.

“I’ve just finished dealing with the passing of my father. Even now, it continues to cause me pain.”

“La Mia Luna, I forgot that you were only five when you lost him.”

He reaches out his hand to me. I snatched it and he tugged me in, holding me tightly. He pulled me close, enveloping me in a comforting hug. He tenderly runs his fingers through my hair, seeking to bring comfort to my body. I don’t often bring up my father when I’m talking to him. Speaking about him was a painful experience.

“Look, the sun is rising. How about we go and rest?”

The overwhelming feeling of my father’s death rendered me speechless, so I could only nod in response. Morifirer offered me a lift. I nestled against him, enveloping my arms around his neck. He smelled strongly of an open wood fire. It put me at ease. His scent of an open wood fire has been with him for as long as I can recall. He gently placed me on our bed, taking my throw blanket and wrapping me in its warmth. With one finger raised, he quickly left through the door. I experienced loneliness when he left me lying in the bed. I made an effort to suppress the tears that were on the verge of cascading down my cheek. In an effort to stop the tears, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Before I realized it, Morifirer was right in front of me, holding a cup of hot peppermint tea with a touch of honey. He had a slight smile on his face. Forgiveness and sympathy were communicated through the smile. I showed my forgiveness by putting on a small smile and giving a quick nod. I picked up the cup and took a few sips out of it. My throat and body feel the warmth of the hot liquid. The feeling of loneliness and coldness disappeared.

“La Mia Luna, is that an improvement?”

“Absolutely, Mon guerrier. Thank you.”

With a softness in his voice, he assured La Mia Luna that there was no reason to thank him.

I placed the glass on the nightstand after taking another sip. He stepped over to his side of the bed and positioned himself on the seat. He sat down and immediately pulled me closer by grabbing my shoulder. His chest was where I rested my head. The sound of his heart lightly thumping reached my ears. The musical rhythm of his heart and the soothing aroma of a smoldering wood fire were lulling me into a peaceful sleep. He finished it by rubbing his hand through my hair.

Upon waking up the next morning, I discovered that I was still nestled next to him, with his arms encircling me. I noticed a spot of crimson on his shirt as I lifted my head. I was aware that he held me throughout the entire night. He ensured that I was safe from the nightmares I had. I made an effort to shift, and he tugged me closer.

“Mon guerrier, please release your grasp. It’s time for me to stand up.”

“Stay with me, La Mia Luna, as I drift off to sleep. It’s your turn to stay put. He and I both know he would not go back to sleep if he had any, but he loves to tease me.”

“Please, Mon guerrier, I implore you.”

“Mon guerrier.”

Making my body twisted and turn until he was on top of me. When he got on top, he pinned both of my hands down with one of his hand. Gave me a yearning smile on his face. He slowly leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I let out a desire sigh. He was starting the game early today. Once he kissed my forehead, he slogged his way down to my neck. My heart started beating uncontrollably. The lush for him was becoming uncontrollable through the connection that he and I have, he could feel how badly I wanted him. He hovers over my neck for a moment. He opened his mouth just enough so that I could feel his fangs on my neck. A moaned expect my month. And he lifted his head up and open his mouth a bit more. By this time, I turn my head to the left, exposing my neck to him. Which is his favorite spot to get me. He wanted to back down, and he bit my neck. I let out a low scream of pleasure. As he bit down, I rocked my body into him, letting him know I wanted him. I need him. I yearn for his touch, his kisses, and his whole being. Suddenly there was a loud bang that come from the front door with a loud “Morifirer. Rosie, I need to talk to you”

Morifirer refrained from biting me and drooped his head. I shoved him away and headed to my desk to grab a napkin. Carefully pressed the napkin against my neck to assess the severity of the bleeding. I put on my favorite black leather choker adorned with a sword piercing a white rose. Morifirer had already reached the door.

“Up in this direction.”

I could hear the footsteps getting louder as they climbed the stairs. The footstep wasn’t light, but it wasn’t heavy like an elephant. I recognized who was approaching. I took a seat at my desk, anticipating Korrack’s arrival. It didn’t take him much time to complete.

“Korrack, what’s the issue?” Recognizing that he was about to hit the doorway, I uttered those words.

“My brother.” He said with a lot of pisses and vinegar in his voice.

With laughter in his voice, Morifirer reminded, “You have two to remember, Korrack.”

He came back with a sharp reply, mentioning “Brutus.”

I rested my head in my hand and took a long breath. When it comes to Brutus, words can hardly describe him. He’s an obnoxious little brat who is completely wrapped up in his own ego. The fact that Korrack and Brutus were brothers is unbelievable. While one is caring and generous, the other is focused solely on themselves and their appearance. One can’t help but question the level of self-absorption in a person. Brutus has a height of approximately 6 feet and sports jet black hair with curly ends. The pride in his hazel eyes is unmistakable. He wears all black clothing, from silk to leather and anything in between.

“What trouble has he caused now?” I released a sigh, relieving the tension in my chest.

“He is making an effort to change a child.”

When he mentioned it, Morifirer and I both turned to him and asked “where” simultaneously.

“Within the theater compound.”

Without delay, Morifirer quickly descended the stairs and headed towards the theater complex. Let me be absolutely clear about this to each one of you. Turning a child, regardless of their age, is an illegal action. They might be on the verge of turning 18, just a minute away. The initial penalty involves 100 years of solitary confinement. In the second scenario, the creator is forced to witness the child’s murder and endure 1000 years of solitary confinement. I stood up, went to my closet, took my black and pink leather jacket, put it on, and walked out of the house. Looking over my shoulder, I noticed Korrack remained in the doorway.

“Are you coming with us?” I said, while descending the stairs on my way to the theater.

I walked slower than Morifirer because I’m the one responsible for meting out punishment in this town and beyond. Morifirer is both my muscle and my right-hand person, while Korrack serves as my Warren in this town. I had hoped to assign him as the left hand, but he refused. It is my responsibility to make the final decisions regarding the vampires’ fate. I have earned great respect for my decision-making abilities. In addition, I have connections to other supernatural clans or species here and around the world. While leaving the living room, I was approached by Korrack.

“Rosie, his continuous stupidity is pushing me to my breaking point.”

“Rest easy Korrack, everything will work out. Is the child’s turn?”

I intervened just in time to protect the little girl from harm.

“You can relax, I’ve got everything under control. It was beneficial that he didn’t turn her. I don’t have to punish him that badly, but I am going to brick wall him far a while.”

“I comprehend. I’m confident that Abigail and Amolio will understand and have a fondness for that. They might even express gratitude towards you after this. It’s important that we have a conversation with Dominic and Delphine too.”

“It slipped my mind for a moment. What is the designated meeting place for us to meet them?”

“The cafe situated just down the road from the Theater.”

“Who is expected to attend?” I resumed walking after saying this.

Korrack followed the list of tasks I had to complete during my brief stay in town. It didn’t take us much time to reach the theater, where I could hear the sounds of people fighting and cheering. I recently experienced a head-shaking moment.

“It sounds like Morifirer organized a fighting ring as he anticipated my arrival.”

Korrack found it amusing because Morifirer always does something like this to pass the time.