Luciano smiled as he finished cleaning himself up and set to cooking. He soon fell back into his old habitual movements; using his vampiric powers while cooking. He let the pans stir themselves and used his telekinetic abilities to set the table while every so often checking on the house and its surroundings to make sure all was well. He let his mind wander
When asked he told everyone that he lived a quiet nobleman’s life. This was true. He did. Until he turn nineteen and that vampire turned him. The particulars of that little happening were kind of hazy, but he was told by his biter that it had been the only choice. His sister had been so frightened by the cold blooded murder of their parents that she practically wiped her own mind clean of anything and everything. Luciano himself was covered in blood, not just his own. His parents were gone. Biter, as he called the vampire that turned him and whom only talked to him mentally every once in a while, had said he buried them because they weren’t a pretty sight and that Luciano would do best to remember them as they’d been.
Luciano disappeared into the night that evening. A freshly turned vampire had no control whatsoever and he didn’t want to hurt those he knew. Ten long years he spent in solitude in the middle of nowhere. He trained each new skill he found his new self to have until he had enough control not to stand out more then he would. He’d already gone and brought his sister to a far away monastery where she would be raised by nuns unaware of the transgressions upon her family. Luciano on the other hand return to his parental house some ten years later to take his rightful place on his family’s throne so to say. He led his father’s company from the shadows and sold the town folk a heart wrenching story about how he’d been sold into slavery and had worked his way out of it all alone.
Had he known then what he knew now, he surely would have chosen a different equally heart wrenching story to tell them. Such as it was though he had no idea and it came a quite a shock when his own uncle drugged him at a party and sold him into slavery.
He went from one master to the next; never staying for very long. He was young still and the masters seemed to know his every weakness and utilized them all to keep him from escaping. He met a servant boy. Narume resembled that boy a lot. This servant boy was kind to him and caring. He was the personal page of his last master. The master was a cruel man he took everything Luciano had and then some. The cruel man seemed to especially enjoy giving Luciano the feeling he owned something be it a toy or a pet and then destroying said toy or pet completely and as cruelly as he could.
Luciano tried not to care, how he’d tried not to, but the boy was just too cute for his own good and that smile could enchant even a man as cruel and heartless as their master. When Luciano returned home one day from shopping with the mistress though the master had come to meet them. He informed him that he would need a new page as his old page got shot while gathering fire wood for the winter stock. He even dragged an unbelieving Luciano to where the boy still lay. The sight made something in Luciano snap and in a fit of beastly rage he slaughtered the man and his family.
When he came to again he was sitting in the forest in the rain and cradled the frail looking boy’s body to him. He buried the body and left. He returned home only to find that his home was invaded by demons that much enjoyed his attic and cellar. He showed them the door and told them they could leave if they didn’t want to obey his rules, but they were welcome to stay if they could. Only a few fights had resulted from this and after Luciano showed them just whom was the master of this house which seemed to vibrate with energy as soon as Luciano approached it there had been no problem. They easily accepted the no slaughter or bloody murder rule as well as the two new masters that soon arrived.
Luciano sighed softly and blinked.
“I’m terribly sorry it seems I was lost in thought…now when did we get to making desert?” he asked turning to Narume confusedly as he was certain he’d just been holding the chicken in his hands not two seconds earlier even though the clock told him otherwise and the finished chicken tarragon on the kitchen table confirmed what the clock told him.
 kimi_chan84 · Sun Sep 04, 2011 @ 09:26pm · 0 Comments |
