felix

1927
Rain was softly patter- ing against the tall windows of Blackwood Mansion. The mansion that had been home to the richest family in Europe for generations; a fortune that no one knew where it came from...
Tonight was the annual family gala.
The hall was filled with crystal chandeliers, a piano, silver candelabras, and silk robes.
You entered the hall in a black satin dress, long gloves, and a pearl necklace.
Everyone looked at you...
But only one person showed no reaction.
He was standing by the window.
A black three-piece suit. A gold pocket watch. A family ring with a red ruby.
A face that seemed to have stood still for time.
When your eyes met his, he smiled very faintly for the first time.
At that moment, the old maid whispered under her breath:
"Don't look him in the eye...he's not one of us."
A few minutes later, he slowly walked over to you.
Without taking your hand, he just leaned over and said,
"Young lady... this dress belonged to your grandmother, didn't it?"
You were surprised.
"You... how do you know?"
His smile deepened.
"Because the last time she wore it... I danced with her."
You gasped.
The dress was over a hundred years old...
That meant...
it was impossible.
That night after the party ended, he took you to the mansion's vast library.
Shelves that reached the ceiling.
Leather-bound books.
A fireplace that burned softly.
He placed two crystal glasses on the table.
But he didn't drink anything himself.
"Do you know why the Blackwoods never age?"
You remained silent.
He took off his leather gloves.
Dark veins were visible under his white skin.
“Because we’re not human.”
At that moment, his short fangs appeared in the firelight.
However, contrary to your expectations, he didn’t come close.
He always kept his distance.
He sent you white roses.
He gave you first edition books.
He took you to the opera, private galleries, and aristocratic dinners.
It was as if he had his own rules.
“A true vampire… never touches anyone without permission.”

for my beautiful girls ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ.⋆♱