4 Five Years Later (2/2)

He was a giant of a man, his shoulder is wide-set, but the rest of him was also hulking. Yet, he could sneak up on me without making nearly any sound at all.

”Yes, my darling little girl?” He smiles, his pearly white teeth showing at his excitement, with his one eye was twinkling with amusement.

I frown, I was going to scold him for sneaking up on me, but he looks fair to please with himself for me to do that. Swallowing my words, I turn away from him and begin my descent down the stairs.

”Wait! Hollis, Daddy didn't mean to upset you,” he panders to me as he quickly follows behind me. His big body casting a shadow over me as he reaches and grabs me again. This time I knew it was coming.

He places a huge arm underneath of my butt and basically creates a seat for me to sit on.

”Father, you're really handsy today aren't you?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow.

A flash of surprise flickers in his eyes at my words.

”Darling, where did you learn that word form? Your Dad just wants to enjoy his daughter while she's still tiny, soon you'll be grown up and out the house,” he pretends to wipe a tear from his eye.

I roll my own eyes at his acting.

”There is a long time before that,” I sigh as I brush some hair behind my ear.

”Not enough time, you're already rejecting the ride from your daddy, what's next you wouldn't want your dear daddy to play with you anymore,” he says pitifully.

Herma gives me a small smile, and I sigh.

”It's okay, Father, I'll still always be your little girl,” I tell him patting his face with my tiny hand.

A huge smile breaks out onto his face as he grins like an idiot at me. We'd reach the bottom of the stairs when the air in the house had turned chilling. Looking away from my idiotic smiling father, I see my mother waiting at the front of the entrance. A few dozen servants surrounding her as she's waiting.

She was dressed in a long ball gown, that was skintight and curled around her like frozen water, the gown was the color of silver and ivory, it looks ethereal as the color seems to blend in with her flesh.

The inky black hair that falls around her shoulder and reaches down past her butt, gives her an even more ethereal ghost-like look. Her emerald green eyes are giving my father a slightly annoyed look.

My father coughs into his free hand and bends down to let me down onto the ground. I chuckle inwardly, at the exchange between the two.

I walk over to my Mother, who had bent down slightly and had her arms outstretched, I quickly dart into her arms. Smiling, she picks me up with ease, as if I didn't weigh a drop.

”Ah, my little doll you look stunning,” she tells me as she rubs her nose against mine. I couldn't help but laugh slightly, my Mother looks a lot like a cold ice queen, but she was quite doting on me.

”Blood Plum, you look stunning,” my father's voice drifts from behind me, but my mother turns her nose up at my father, and promptly turns and walks towards the door with me still in her arms.

The servants quickly grab the door and open the two-door wide open for my mother to walk out. I could see the sour expression on my Father's face at my Mother's rejection of his compliment. The only thing I could do was shake my head at the antics of these two, it was almost childish.

Walking towards the carriage, I glance at the two bat-winged horses, that are both midnight black. Their red eyes are wild, but within control, as they waited to draw the carriage.

Standing beside the carriage was my brother, Salem, he had a glum expression on his pretty face. Although I'd grown used to the expression, I couldn't figure out the cause of the expression. Sometimes I wonder if he even knew how to smile at all.

With the lack of smiling excluded, he was a perfect older brother. His attire was similar to Father's, although, he wore a silver undershirt rather than a golden one. His wavy blonde hair was styled casually. And he pulls the carriage door open for me and mother.

”Mother, Hollis,” he gives a small bow, I frown at him. He'd finally started calling me by my name, but I wanted him to call me sister. I tried to get him to call me that, but he'd been so tongue-tied that I had dropped the subject.

It was almost like he was trying to create a small distance between us. I'd yet to be broken by his apathetic expressions though, I'd get him to call me sister if it was the last thing that I do!

”Salem! Can you tell me what your Ceremony of Five was like?” I ask in a chipper voice, as mother sets me down on the front step of the carriage and I climb in. She follows and then Salem, Father didn't get into the interior of the carriage.

The inside of the carriage was not lacking in decorum, it was beautifully designed with red velvet colored cushions and deep black color, the windows are tinted to prevent any harmful rays of the sun to enter.

Although the general area that we lived in had been artificially created to resemble the time of twilight, there was no harmful ray, one couldn't be too careful. However, being a pure-blood vampire, I didn't have to be extremely cautious about sun exposure, the most it would do was scare me, if I stayed outside for a long period, I would be burnt to a crisp though.

Of course, if you got strong enough, you could get a skill that would allow you to walk under the sun without injury.

Sitting down on the velvet seat, my mother takes the spot next to me, and Salem sits across from us.

”It wasn't anything special, the priest unlocks your status and that was that nothing more and nothing less,” he says with a rather dull expression as he crosses his leg.

With that, we start to move forward and soon we exit the estate area, passing through a large gate area.

”Hollis,” my mother clears her throat,” I wouldn't worry too much about your Ceremony of Five, I'm sure that you've been blessed with my and your father's strength. Even if you aren't strong, you'll never have to worry about anything, your mother wouldn't ever allow any sorrow to befall you,” she spoke as she reaches a hand and brushes some falling curls from my face and pats my cheek.

I smile at her warmly, she was the embodiment of a warm mother.

”However, no child of mine hasn't been anything but extraordinary,” she continues as she gloats with joy.

I'd quickly learned that all four of my brothers are accomplished adventures, my oldest brother had conquered three dungeon towers for the Vampiric race, while my second brother also accompanied him, in his party.

Salem being the third brother had been in a famous party, that was working its way to clearing the world dungeons 46th floor. But when my mother had gotten pregnant with me, he'd come back home to help her out.

Then there was the case of my youngest brother, he'd been referred to as a genius since his birth. It was these three enigmatic brothers that I was going to meet very soon, I couldn't help the small bit of worry that was cooking in my stomach.