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Oni manor 15 years ago….

Slowly trailing a few small pale fingers along the cold walls of the east wing’s corridor atop the fourth floor Angel idly wondered around as his eyes looked from one object to another. Colors and odd designs danced on the floor from the stain glass window’s that aligned the halls with a soothing light that one would want to lay down and take a nap in with its sheer warmth. Dressed in fine fabricated attire with gold trimmings on the chest area and along the sleeves with ruffles at the end, Angel had a bored expression on his face. Earlier one of the cooks, a hunched back woman with green slick skin that felt slimy to the touch shooed the young heir out of the kitchen so that work could be done before the evening. Lumirs was who knows were at the moment. so he was left to explore till then. Everyone was asleep right now. It was always like that, even mother was slumbering till the sun hid itself behind the mountain peeks for a hiding game. Letting out a light sigh he stopped in his tracks a moment and leaned against a wall with pure silver armor lining its design. Looking down at his fine shoes and moving one to the side a moment the lonely child pushed from the wall and continued on with his little aimless wondering.

Yesterday had been a bad one. He had gone against the rules and wondered out of the manor’s walls and thusly, was easily snatched away when he was staring into a pond. Why those men had tried to steel him? Who knew, lumirs wouldn’t say so the dhampir let it be for now. Instead of taking one of the old rickety shafts (which was like an old fashioned elevator made of wood) Angel went down the stairs instead. Its semi winding path going all the way down till it stopped at the north east hall. Going along there and ignoring the many doors he wasn’t really paying much attention as to were he was going at the moment. “Darkova..” that name came out smoothly and soft like a comforting fabric that one would like to touch over and over again. Dusk would be arriving soon and perhaps tonight, the beautiful spirit would sing in her opera house down stairs on the first floor. Bumping into a small pedestal his small hands quickly shot out to steady it least be break another bust of his grandfather. The last time that happened he was more then in trouble. The old vampire had a quick temper with the boy at times and would mostly; only grunt to him in greeting when passing by.

Now down on the first floor the small child fallowed the red carpet with his eyes all the way down to were it split three ways. One, which was forward, led to the front door of this place. The second one off to the left, the halls, downstairs study (which was one of many) the gardens, down stairs kitchen; one of five, the alter room next to the goddess’s healing room and last but not least battle arena were most of the beast from this land and many others were kept for entertainment purposes. The third part of the carpet that reached out to the right led straight over threw a pair of double doors. Behind those doors was a short hall lined with paintings of people in costumes’ or masks for theatrical purposes. On the left wall in the middle was a large oak door that held a sign saying; “The opera house”. That is were Darkova put on her wonderful performances on the stage lighted with chandeliers. Golden walls, finely crafted stage, and purple silk curtains surrounded the room with finely crafted chairs for sitting comfort in rows of 20 to the left and right side of the isle split down the middle.

Slowly walking down the right side Carpet he went threw the doors by means of seeing Darkova, that is if she was around and practicing already. Reaching a hand out to the door it stopped mid ways when the cold whisper of a voice swept past him like a cool breeze. Turning his gaze in that direction Angel cocked his head to the side a moment while looking further down the hall. “…Hello?” he called out softly as his hand slowly lowered. “Angel..” it came again in a soothing, alluring, sensual tone. Turning his body fully in that direction Angel swallowed some air as the voice called to him again. “Angel come here…I want to play with you..” standing there a moment in hesitation while his hands played at the bottom end of his coat the young dhampir slowly started to make his way down the hall in the direction of the voice…