Chapter 468: Syndra Lordon (1/2)
”Speak to no one about this.”
”Lady Yuki, why don't you say anything?” Emma pleaded to have justice, yet, the majority of the staff stared emotionlessly. The shock of the incident had differing reactions. Increased heart rate, unsteady breathing, or quietness, they were all contemplating what would happen.
”What of the ambulance?”
”I've called them, ma'am,” said Igona with irregular breaths.
'How am I going to make up to Leko,' wondered Yuki stuck in a place of no return, '-I took responsibility for the boy, and now he's gone. Joe overworked him, I should have noticed – I added more onto his mind, a youngling can't possibly deal with such harshness. In trying to sculpt a gem, the stone broke, what a shame…”
*Cough,* the paleness of the skin regained a flicker of color. The flowing blood froze instantly as if ice all the way up to Lady Yuki's clothes.
”Stand back,” yelled Emma pushing the others back.
”Lady Yuki, whatever you do, don't dare move!” added Emmy frightfully.
”What's up with you two?” wondered a perplexed Joe.
”Don't make noise nor say anything.”
The frozen life-essence formed a chain around the open wound, the forehead healed slowly leaving no scars. The knife inside the stomach broke into pieces as a crystal-like substance returned, the injury closed on itself.
”I fell,” said he sitting upright, ”-Lady Yuki, why are your clothes burnt?” scanning around, ”-is something wrong?”
”Who are you…” wondered the manager shaking to her knees.
”Lyoko Igna,” he shrugged, ”-did I cause trouble?”
”Yes,” sighed Lady Lordon, ”-I supposed you're not human?”
”Why would you say that?” he slid back in refusal, ”-I look human, don't I?” quick to cover his mouth, '-my canines aren't sharpened, how do they know?'
”Igna,” chuckled Joe, ”-the lady means it as you were extraordinary during today's service. Congratulations on keeping up with our pace.”
”Yeah,” the others soon lied about what was seen.
”Lyoko,” smiled lady Yuki, ”-we still have to decide the place of residence.” On that, she walked out the back with him in tow, ”-bring the bicycle. Joe, you'll close the restaurant,” the duo vanished into the crimson night of misunderstanding.
”Emma, Emmy,” stood around the main cooking station, ”-can you explain more on what we saw?”
”Well, Igna's not human. The body regenerated itself, the crystal blood is the main culprit. He's from the clan of Nightwalker,” the power of said name sufficed to turn a lively place to a grave.
”I've only heard of them in legend, they exist in the shadows of Arda…”
”That's right, lady Jola, they are powerful and fearsome. I've heard ten of them could take on an entire platoon of well-trained soldiers.”
”How do you know so much?” wondered Joe.
”Emmy and I were adventurers and members of Kniq. Our Guild master was someone powerful,”
”-no,” interjected Emmy, ”-powerful can't begin to describe him, a vampiric-king with the powers of gods. Tis the nonexaggerated words my mind thought.”
”Not the issue here,” voiced Jola, ”-is Igna dangerous to us?”
”I don't think so,” refuted Emma, ”-he tried to hide his identity. It's best we leave him to it. He didn't seem bothered with the sun or the human way of living,” glancing at Emmy, she followed with, ”-we know very little. Still, Igna isn't a normal vampire either. He's a noble, the more powerful of their rank.”
”Put into perspective how powerful a noble is?” requested Igona.
”A noble above the rank of Baron is equal to Tier-3 Silver for our adventurers,” said she with fear.
”Sister, I think it's best for us to not go over this topic again,” added Emmy, ”-don't treat him differently. The boy came to learn. We don't have the right to force our thoughts onto him. There are plenty of non-humans roaming Rosespire and he's no different. We're all children of Hidros.”
”I agree with Emmy,” nodded Joe with arms crossed, ”-I like Igna, he's serious and determined to get better. I'm not going to change the way I treat him.”
”The decision is up to lady Yuki,” mumbled Jola, ”-let's get to cleaning for tomorrow.”
Amber lights off the lamps were warm and peaceful, or so was the impression given by the clear starry night. Lady Yuki walked closely to Igna who pulled the cycle slowly. Her eyes would often stray to glance, when the sights met, she'd look away as if nothing happened.
”Lady Yuki,” stopped at an intersection leading outwards of the town square, ”-I died earlier, didn't I,” the voice came across cold and doubtful.
”Yeah,” she turned without much say, ”-I know you're a vampire. Now what?”
”Nothing really,” he leaned onto the handle, ”-vampire or not, I came to be your apprentice. Can I still consider you my teacher? If there are doubts, I'd rather leave this instant.”
”You don't understand,” her cheeks flushed, ”-I have a thing for the supernatural,” she walked closer, ”-romantic novels with vampires are my bread and butter, I love them so much,” her usual dignified aura mellowed into the whims of a child, ”-are you really a vampire,” she clasped his palms together.
”My lady,” quick to jump back, ”-it's inappropriate. I'm a lowly boy who came to learn, not a gallant with amazing charm and visage. You'd be disappointed, please, don't ruin the fantasy of the idyllic loving vampires for my sake.”
”Man,” she laughed, ”-I'm glad,” the craziness in her face diminished.
”Excuse me?”
”I refused to cook until I tasted what you made with Chef Leko. It spurred me to try and return to where I belong, in that aspect, you've saved the Medusa of Cooking,” she walked to give a motherly embrace, ”-I promise to help you in any way I can,” her silent panting felt uncomfortable. The lonesome lamp onto the deserted crossway felt as if a movie, the parting scene of a lover. Sprinkle rain and strong gust and one would have a cliché love story.
”Thanks,” they parted with her slowly pulling down her collar.
”What are you doing?” he asked with narrowed eyes.
”Don't vampires need blood, I'm offering mine.”
”No, my lady,” he refused wholeheartedly, ”-I'll lose control and do unspeakable things resulting in death. Let's drop the topic of my origin since I don't know myself. About the situation of residence, where am I sleeping?”
”At our mansion,” *clap,* a car summoned from the darkness, ”-the outhouse to be precise. My husband's personal chefs and servants live there; should be a great experience.”