A week passes with no sight or sound of Wolfgang and Karina.
Time slowly ebbs on, taking its toll on the mansion's dwellers and their company. Zaiden and Max have remained here, recovering from their prolonged exposure to the vampire's thirst for blood.
There is mainly silence in the hallways, despite the additional residents, and a gloom hovers over them.
Now having permission from the Order to keep watch over Noah in exchange for his employment, Saint Germain often leaves Luka in charge of looking after the mansion. Saint Germain is gone more than he is home, searching for any clues he can manage, but so far all of his leads have run dry. Wherever Wolfgang is hiding, he is aided by a force that is strong enough to elude even this master vampire.
The mansion's dwellers rarely go outside, and despite the overwhelming size of the building, restlessness takes hold of Noah more often than not. He tries to take it out through his writing. He forces his pen to paper, eking out the feelings he keeps hidden inside, expressed through metaphor.
If Aylin were to read this, would she understand?
Part of him hopes not. But another part of him, perhaps larger, aches for it.
Despite the torment she feels over losing her aunt, Aylin still visits the mansion every day after school--and sometimes during--to check in with Saint Germain or Luka, always inquiring about the status of their investigation. Summer has begrudgingly arrived and she is in the final throes of her high school career. Noah cannot help but wonder at what her life will become now.
She is so intelligent... she should have a chance to show her worth, to attend an academy or study abroad... she deserves that much, at least...
But he doesn't want these things.
He feels guilty, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that his most selfish desire is for her to stay with him instead.
He imagines her meeting another man, falling in love, getting married and having a family.
The envy he feels steadily flows as a black stream onto the paper in front of him.
The words that are formed give little comfort.
Time slowly ebbs on, taking its toll on the mansion's dwellers and their company. Zaiden and Max have remained here, recovering from their prolonged exposure to the vampire's thirst for blood.
There is mainly silence in the hallways, despite the additional residents, and a gloom hovers over them.
If Aylin were to read this, would she understand?
Part of him hopes not. But another part of him, perhaps larger, aches for it.
She is so intelligent... she should have a chance to show her worth, to attend an academy or study abroad... she deserves that much, at least...
But he doesn't want these things.
He feels guilty, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that his most selfish desire is for her to stay with him instead.
He imagines her meeting another man, falling in love, getting married and having a family.
The words that are formed give little comfort.
Continue to Part 19...
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