103 Intentions- Part 3 (1/2)
When Heidi got down from the carriage, she noticed the carriage Nicholas had used in the morning stood under the shed now, implying he was back in the mansion. Heidi should have gone to her room but instead her feet had carried her towards the Lord's room to talk to him about things she hadn't told him yet. She knew it was late but she had to tell him one day or the other because eventually he would find out. He had created a soul bond and knowing well how the people here treated slaves she was scared on how he would take it.
In spite of all that fear she carried with herself, she continued to make her way towards the lord's room. Ready to knock the room, she raised her hand but stopped seeing the door which was slightly open. Pushing the door a little, her throat went dry at the sight of what she saw in front of him. The lord sat on the bed, his back facing her and a woman laid next to him lying motionless on the bed. The woman was a maid of the mansion. Nicholas' sheets were black and it was hard to say if it was blood that had moistened a part of the sheet which was visible to her from where she stood.
Feeling her presence in the room, the pure blooded vampire turned around, lips bloody and eyes that seemed unfocused. Quite frankly, Heidi didn't know how to feel about it. He had killed his maid for blood, who now laid on the bed with a blank expression on her face while the lord looked calm.
”Where did you go? I heard from one of the maids that both Stanley and you left at noon to visit someone. It's been four hours since you left,” he stated, getting up from the bed and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
Heidi couldn't take her eyes off the dead person in the room and felt her heart shudder. Dead body, her mind spoke back to her.
”You killed her,” Heidi whispered, moving her gaze back to him, ”Why?”
Nicholas could see the fear cloud in her eyes as he took his time to speak, ”I was hungry,” and he then added, ”It's is much complex that it appears to look.”
”Please explain it to me then,” she said, trying to reason out why he would kill someone if it was only to quench his thirst.
”When the thoughts of me sinking my fangs in your skin passes my mind, I can't hold back the need to drink blood. My cravings have increased,” his answers to her questions had always been to direct, ”The maid was very willing even when she knew what and how the consequences would turn out to be.I didn't intend to kill her.”
”I don't mind you taking blood from me,” hearing this the lord laughed.
”If I were you, I wouldn't be that willing. Come,” he said taking her out and away from his room, ”Aren't you worried that I'll end up taking more than I am supposed to?”
”Wouldn't it be better, that it be me than someone else,” she stopped her footsteps to look into his eyes.
”What would I do without you,” he said raising his hand and rubbing the side of her forehead with his thumb that had dirt on her skin.
”Doesn't a life matter to you?”
”It does. Only if it is something I consider to hold some value to it,” Nicholas replied, ”You should understand that a vampire's life is much different than what a human can comprehend.”