Castle of the Roses

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[fieldbox="Zachary Brighton, lightcyan, dashed, 10"]The vampire swiftly moved further into the garden, still holding onto Mary's hand. He passed various, remarkable-looking flowers - he passed the whole rainbow, a whole spectrum of plants without batting an eyes at them, having seen them dozens of times before. But the male stopped where May had been pumping water before, all of a sudden, his eyes grew wide and he quickly dropped Mary's hand before they could be caught.

There stood Peter, bent over the round where considerable blood had been spilled in the fray. The blonde stood up when he spotted Zachary, a white glove dangling free from his mouth until a practiced hand came up to claim it so he could speak. "Good evening, master."

"What are you doing here, Peter?"

"I simply couldn't leave the situation be. I am searching for evidence, perhaps a way to detect who the woman that attacked you was. I found a strand of red hair."

Zachary's tongue went up to touch the spot where his fang had been severed from the impact with her skin. It still ached a bit, and he frowned at the memory. It would grow back... Surely, it would. "Anything else?"

"No... Nothing. She has rather large feet, however."

"I see... Carry on then." Zachary side-stepped the man, and continued down the path, glancing behind him to make sure that Mary was following. Peter was a mysterious man, with mysterious ways. No matter, if he devoted anymore time to thinking about the attack, he would only feel more afraid. He gave her a small smile, but was too shy to try and take her hand again without any kind of excuse. The contact felt nice while it lasted. Being a vampire, feeling such affection from a human was incredibly rare. "There's a pond just past here, but it looks much better at night, when the fireflies are out. Maybe we can come back after supper?"[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Mary Courteney, green, dashed, 10"]
Mary's attention shifted to the various flowers surrounding them. They were all such vibrant colors that she just wanted to capture on a canvas, yet with the cheap supplies she had back at home, she doubted she would be able to catch the beauty. Perhaps with the supplies he would buy - no, she could allow for him to waste so much money on her. He was her master, not her caretaker. She shouldn't be receiving such lavish gifts.

Suddenly, Zachary released his grip of her hand, leaving her perplexed until she saw Peter searching through the scene where the woman had attacked them. She patiently waited as the two briefly conversed before following behind the vampire when he side stepped the butler and continued on forward. She avoided looking at Peter, afraid that he would reprimand her for not doing the duties her role inclined her to do.

"A pond? I wouldn't mind returning." Mary answered as she gave him a warm smile. It is as surprising that he was inviting her to such places, yet a part of her didn't mind, while another part of her did mind. She was still worried of hurting his reputation. "Is it far from here?"
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[fieldbox="Mary Courteney, green, dashed, 10"]
After the incident with the duchess and small free time with her master, Mary was allowed to return to her quarters to compose her appearance. Her hair had been a bit disheveled and her cheek had swelled up with a very faint hand mark across her cheek. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, the duchess had hit the opposite cheek where she didn't have the scratch marks. Now, however, she looked beat up by the wound and forming bruises. It was bad, but it didn't compare to anything she had went through at the auction house.

She washed her face and combed through her hair before heading down to help with dinner. It was surprising how time had passed by quickly. "Hello, Matilda. What would you like me to help you with?" The brunette questioned once she stepped into the kitchen.
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[fieldbox="Henry Courteney, blue, dashed, 10"]
Henry's eyes lazily opened and his gaze settled on the wall in front of him. A piercing headache caused for him to groan and close his eyes again. Suddenly, the events that occurred earlier caused for his eyes to snap open and widen. He was alive! Shifting, he felt a weight above his head and around his torso. What the hell?

The male turned and was immediately faced with the very monster who had held him against his will and drained his blood - his life. Acting on instinct, the male struggled against him and pushed himself away, effectively causing him to roll off the bed. He painfully landed on his back causing for a Yelp to leave his lips. Immediately tears formed in his eyes and he slowly moved onto his side as he curled into himself.
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[fieldbox="Matilda, grey, dashed, 10"]Upon hearing Mary's voice, the elderly woman turned with a frown. Having many things to do, she simply could not afford the time it would take to change her expression into a smile. The woman huffed, stress quickly overwhelming her. "Mary, prepare the silverware! Quick, off ya' go!"

Quickly, she continued banging pots and pans, sampling flavors and adding salt into various mixtures - it was hard to believe that one woman would be capable of making dinner for an entire household, and yet, Matilda managed, albeit with a foul temper. Peter tisked, and approached the servant from where he had been among the shadows in the corner of the room. "Mary, let me show you how to do that..." He was sure that the girl did not know the proper arrangement of the spoons, forks, and the myriad of various other utensils used for eating.[/fieldbox]

[fieldbox="Zachary Brighton, lightcyan, dashed, 10"]He paused in his half-step, feeling a pang in his chest. Spending time with Mary had given him an all new inkling on what it was like to be a human - he craved to feel so accepted again. He craved to finally be able to speak freely, without having to worry about his social class, or how she might view him for being a vampire. The few moments he had spent with her were incredibly liberating - he wanted to go back in time, and relive them again. And again, and again.

All was better than his solitude, he pondered as he stepped into his study. There were papers that needed to be taken care of, and invitations to accept, and more to decline.

The vampire's mouth twisted into a frown, his shoulders slumped, and all of a sudden - through having been exposed to normality through Mary, his condition - his curse, seemed even blacker. The comparison, the contrast of his venom, with her normality - it was all too much for him. He stepped forward, sat down behind the desk, and glanced around at all of his lavish possessions - paintings, sculptures, works of art, and ancient books. Pearls plucked straight from the sea, gold woven into lofty chains and picture frames - it all seemed so hollow, so empty. This was not his room, not his house nor home. Koshi dropped his head into his hands, and Koshi sighed, and felt wrong. Something was quite off - he knew what it was. He was a vampire - that was a mistake.

He was a mistake.[/fieldbox]

[fieldbox="Killian Brighton, maroon, dashed, 10"]Killian had been only half asleep when he suddenly felt Henry shifting around in his arms... A loud thud awoke him completely, and he stumbled up onto his hands, crawling over to the edge of the bed to see the human curled up on the ground - a small, little ball. A wave of regret washed over him - for a moment, Killian thought that Henry had poisoned him with silver - the feeling was so unusual... It was a dark, welling anxiety, a profound worry that he could not fight off. He knew what he had done - and should be alright with it. He had done it so many times, to so many fair maidens... And yet this time, it somehow felt wrong.

"Hey, couldn't you have just stayed put...? I'm cold, and you were so warm..." The vampire muttered, reaching down to seize the male's wrist with his abnormally strong hand. He pulled, hoping to force Henry to turn over, or get back onto the bed. Killian just didn't know what else to do - he had never before been in such a strange predicament. The internal conflict was driving him crazy.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Mary Courteney, green, dashed, 10"]
The older woman wasted no time in giving her an order before returning to rushing around, preparing the food. Unfortunately, she wasn't sure how the silverware was suppose to go, so she awkwardly stood there trying to find the perfect opportunity to ask Matilda. That is, until Peter showed up and stated that he would help her. "Thank you, sir." Mary nodded before following along. "How do...what do I do first?" Mary questioned as she glanced up at the blonde man.

She found it interesting how the rich had a certain way for various things. Coming from a poor family, she wouldn't know of these customs. The farthest they have gone in living lavishly was when her father managed to get some chocolate for her and the rest of the family. Everyone had been so surprised and happy by the delicious treat. It was still a wonder how he even managed to get it.
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[fieldbox="Henry Courteney, blue, dashed, 10"]
Henry cried out in pain when the vampire suddenly ceased his wrist, his grip far too tight for comfort. "Let me go!" Henry shouted as he struggled to free his hand from Killian's grip. His heartbeat began to pick up the pace and the fear was causing for his headache to become more intense and his vision was blurring once more. The fact that the vampire had taken such a great amount of his blood, left him weak. It wouldn't be u too much later that he would fully recover. "Let me go!" He shouted once more, before begging. "Please, please just let me go. Master - it hurts!" Henry at this point feared the vampire, given that he almost nearly took his life. It clearly showed that the monster had so much control over him. He could simply decide one day to just kill him.
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[fieldbox="Peter, grey, dashed, 10"]Peter smiled kindly before taking up a rag and pushing forward a tray with neatly sorted varieties of silverware. He rested it on the table, and began to polish every utensil as he set it down in its proper place. "Like this, Mary. All nice and even." He continued on, then stopped to gesture at the table - three spots were missing the proper utensils; Zachary, Peter, and Louie's. "Finnish up here, I trust that my demonstration was thorough enough to allow you to replicate the proper order..." He stepped away, turning to head back to the kitchen.

"After you finish, please return to me, and I will help you prepare the Master's dish."[/fieldbox]

[fieldbox="Killian Brighton, maroon, dashed, 10"]Killian flinched at Henry's sudden, desperate cries. Something in his expression softened, and, still holding onto Henry's wrist, he got up and reached down to hook his arms under the male's thin body. Killian quickly lifted Henry up, and dumped him back onto the bed, unceremoniously throwing the covers back on top of the pallid human.

"Henry, I order you to stay here today. Rest." Killian uttered, an air of odd care in his voice.It hinted at the regret he felt - an uncharacteristic remorse for his actions.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Mary Courteney, green, dashed, 10"]
Mary observed the butler polish and arrange the silverware in a specific order besides the plates. It seemed like a simple task that she could easily do, so when he finally handed it over to her, she gave the man a thankful smile.

"Okay, I will." Mary responded as he made his way back to the kitchen. Returning her attention to the utensils, she started to polish them and placed them in order besides the remaining plates. Once she was finish, she picked up the small rag and tray and walked over to the kitchen. "I finished, sir." The brunette announced once she was standing besides the blonde. She wasn't as bothered by her situation anymore, given that everyone was nice, including her master. She was already starting to like this place, hopefully nothing happened to change her opinion.
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[fieldbox="Henry Courteney, blue, dashed, 10"]
Henry wanted nothing more than to just retract his wrist, since it was still sprained from earlier a events. Having his fingers around it only increased the pain, but he didn't seem to remember or maybe he just didn't care. When Killian got up and reached down to pick him up, he began to tremble from the fear of being bitten again. However, he was dumped on the bed and the covers were suddenly over his body and covered half of his face.

The blue-eyed male furrowed his brows at the vampire's order and he wasn't sure if he heard the regret in his tone. Surely, the monster was incapable of feeling such things. Maybe he was only trying to trick him so he could drop his guard and attack him. It was the only logic solution that Henry could think of. "...Okay." His voice was small and all he wanted was to be back home with his brothers, Mary, and his whole family. "W-will...Can you...l-leave?" Henry tightly clutched the fabric of the covers and held it close to his body, praying that the question wouldn't set the creature off.

At this point, he lost the little trust he had had in the vampire and now was scared of his closeness. It would be a while before he could trust him again.
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[fieldbox="Peter, grey, dashed, 10"]Peter side-stepped away from the counter to reveal what he had been working on - a mysterious slab of rather raw-looking meat, garnished with various greens, cranberries, and other rarities. "Mary, please take this brush, and glaze the meat with blood, like so." The butler dipped a broad brush into a wide, jeweled goblet of blood, then smeared the crimson 'sauce' over the pork-like cut. After demonstrating the proper method of applying glaze, he moved away to begin setting dishes down onto his cart.

Matilda stopped stirring soup for a moment to ask, "That's some fine lookin' meat Peter... What is it, exactly?"

Peter hummed in the back of his throat, nonchalantly polishing a cup. "Oh, it's pork."

"Pork?" Matilda asked, mulling the word over on her tongue. "It was very difficult to slice... And I had to cook it much longer than typical pork..."

Peter shrugged his shoulders, then began to roll the cart away towards the dining room.[/fieldbox]

[fieldbox="Killian Brighton, maroon, dashed, 10"]Killian stopped to stare at the human, who was shaking like a leaf under the covers. These were his chambers, this was his manor - the vampire gave Henry a, "Tch..." an annoyed sound, soft, and despite that, his eyes were full of nothing but gentle regret. A part of him was glad that it had happened - Henry's blood was some of the best he had ever tasted. Warm, fine, and perfect in all aspects. He desperately clung onto the taste, still wishing he could feel the golden warmth of the human's vital essence pouring down the back of his pale throat. But... There was a part of him that regretted it. He had betrayed Henry's trust, he had made the male afraid. Who knew how much Henry had suffered at the hands of the vampires in the auction house... He had confirmed Henry's fears. He had made everything worse.

"Yes, I'll leave." Killian nodded, but first, took a step towards the bed. He reached out and tucked the covers tightly around the other' body, wondered how cold the human felt. Killian had felt that way too, almost a hundred years ago. He still remembered being human. It was an old, faded memory, but it was still intact. He still remembered being bitten, and all the pain and weakness that came with the aftermath. Having experienced it before, the vampire could sympathize with the human. Barely, but he could.

After a moment of watching Henry with an uncertain gaze, Killian turned and disappeared into the hallway. He shut the door behind him, sure that Henry would be bitten again if he was found in such a state by the other vampires in the household.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Mary Courteney, green, dashed, 10"]
Mary's gaze dropped down to the meat on the plate after Peter had moved out of the way. It looked raw as if they had t even cooked it at all. Well, it was for a vampire. She was surprised though, when he brought out a brush from a goblet, dripping with blood. He proceeded to brush the sauce upon the meat as if it were some type of sauce. How could he do that so easily? How did he even get the blood? The brunette wasn't exactly thrilled to be preparing such a dish, but she had to follow orders.

Taking the brush, she dipped it in the goblet again and began to brush it along the thick slice of pork. Once she was sure that the meat was ready, she awkwardly placed the brush back in the goblet and picked up the plate. "Do I set this where the Master sits at?" Mary questioned as she followed after Peter towards the dining room.
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[fieldbox="Henry Courteney, blue, dashed, 10"]
Henry's eyes widened when the vampire leaned down before he squeezed them shut, waiting for that pain his fangs would bring. However, he instead felt the covers being tucked in around his body. The male cracked his eyes open and watched as the vampire turned around and walked over to the door and disappeared behind it as he shut it.

A relieved sigh resounded from the human and he starred up at the ceiling. He hadn't expected for the vampire to leave him alone, but...he actually did and he was happy about that. He cradled his injured wrist up to his chest and closed his eyes, soon after he drifted off to sleep again.
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[fieldbox="Peter, grey, dashed, 10"]Peter nodded at Mary, "Yes, thank you for your assistance. Please have a seat, the clock should chime at any-" Five loud rings cut the servant off as the grandfather clock in the hallway spilled the sound of its brass heartbeat through the corridors of the old mansion. The butler chuckled at the coincidence, "Ah, please sit down Mary, it is now diner time."

Peter clapped his hands together, set down the plates and dishes of various things Matilda had prepared at the table, and turned to return to the kitchen to retrieve the rest.

In almost no time at all, the servants returned from their duties to flock around the table, staring with hungry gazes at the roasted boar heads, peasant breasts, and baked apples set to cool on the table. Louie had actually washed his hands in preparation, but forgot to clean his face. The dirt-smeared boy cast Mary a broad grin and approached her, despite the fact that his place had already been prepared for him beside Matilda's. "I wanna sit wif Mary..." The child uttered, and Peter couldn't resist the boy's puppy eyes. "Alright Louie, I'll move your plate."

Zachary was nowhere to be seen.
The servants hovered over the table awkwardly and waited, and seeing how hungry they all looked, Peter knew what to do. "Alright, everybody please sit down. It appears that the master will not be joining us." The servants were rarely put before their master, but Peter knew that Zachary was not one to care.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Mary Courteney, green, dashed, 10"]
At Peter's approval, Mary walked over towards the master's seat, making sure not to spill any of the contents of the plate. The smell of blood still lingered in her nostrils and she couldn't help but to grimace. The scent wasn't at all appealing to her, so she set it down as quickly as she could then moved to stand behind her chair as all the other servants came in. Louie wanted to sit besides her and thankfully, Peter allowed him to do so. She shot the blonde a grateful smile before giving Louie a bright happy smile.

Everyone was standing in their place, except for one person: their master. Where was he? "Sir, why won't master join us?" She questioned as she glanced at him. "May I...go see if he is doing alright?"
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[fieldbox="The Servants, grey, dashed, 10"]Rarely did the master ever decline an invitation to dinner - however, Peter thought, if he did so, it was surely for a good reason. "No, Mary." He shook his head, and sat down beside Matilda. "Not right now. After diner, perhaps."

Gerard, the ever-so-silent gardener, abruptly stopped Matilda's hand as she reached out for a fine slice of ham. "Hold on a minute, will ye'? I wanted to say something." Matilda furrowed her brows and huffed in annoyance, but retracted her hand and sat quietly to let the man speak. "I jus' wanted ta' say... I'm real glad Mary's here. We 'aven't talked much, but if ya' ever need any 'elp with anythin', don't be afraid ta' call fer me, alright?" The man's thick accent was surprisingly understandable. It wasn't much different from Matilda's, and perhaps they were both from the same part of England. Peter, chuckled, amused by Gerard's sudden display of affection. "Oh dear Mary, it appears you have an admirer." Gerard quickly shook his head, a mortified look crossing his features. "Now don't go sayin' such things, Mista Peter! Ya' know I 'ave a girlfriend!"

Matilda laughed, "Oh? And why is it that we've never seen 'er?" Gerard's ears turned a bit pink, and the ex-solder shrugged. "She's busy..."

Admiring the discussion from afar, Louie managed to sneak several slices of ham from the table. He hid them in his pocket, acting incredibly suspicious.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Mary Courteney, green, dashed, 10"]

Peter easily declined her the permission to go check up on their master and resumed his seat at the dinner table. A small frown became visible upon the brunette's lips. Was he not concerned for Zachary's absence? Her lips parted again, ready to ask the butler for his permission, but Gerard cut in. Her gaze shifted over to the gardener, who surprised her by offering his service. "Ah! T-thank you." Mary offered the man a shy smile before her eyes widened at Peter's words. An admirer? There was no way that he could view her in such a way. Surely there were other woman that appealed to his eyes. Her cheeks immediately warmed up and she took a seat, lowering her head so they couldn't see her embarrassment.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed the child sneaking slices of ham into his pocket, causing for her eyes to widen. "What are you doing?" She questioned in a whisper as she tilted her head to look at Louie.
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[fieldbox="Louie Wells, olive, dashed, 10"]Louie jumped when he suddenly heard May's voice. He quickly stuffed the bit of ham he had stolen into his mouth, as if trying to conceal the evidence. "Nuffin'" He muttered through a mouth-full of food.

Peter clapped his hands together again, and the feast began. Every member of the household dug into their respective dish, some reached across the table for black pudding, ham, or other lavish goods. It was strange, seeing such well-fed servants. Usually, it would only be the master of the household that ate so well, however Zachary had insisted... Louie snuck more food into his pockets, and when he was finally done stealing and eating, he turned to Mary with a mysterious smile. "Hey... Wanna meet my friend?" He whispered to her. He trusted the maid - she was younger than the other servants, and kinder, and so it felt natural from the child to disclose his secrets to her. "His name's Fish."

All the other servants were none the wiser to Louie's whispering - they were much too concerned with their own private conversations to notice the boy.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Mary Courteney, green, dashed, 10"]
Mary couldn't help but to chuckle at the boy's actions, especially with the way he spoke with his mouth full. Suddenly, Peter clapped his hands, distracting the brunette's attention on the child. It was interesting how the blonde took control of everything. Yes, he was the butler, but Koshi was the Master...Shouldn't he be the one giving most of the orders? The young girl watched Peter for a moment before beginning to eat her food. Koshi easily allowed for the blonde to take over. Well, whatever the case, it was all their problem - not hers. She was just a maid.

The brunette had just finished with her plate, when Louie spoke out to her about his friend. "Fish? I would love to meet him." Mary nodded with a big smile. "Where is he?" She questioned.
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[fieldbox="Louie Wells, olive, dashed, 10"]Louie smiled up at the brunette, crumbs stuck to his chin from the fresh bread he had eaten along with his small portion of stew. "Fish lives in the stables. He doesn't have a home." The child said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

As diner came to an end, Peter was growing increasingly nervous. Zachary hadn't come downstairs at all... Peter figured that the master would simply be late, or perhaps he was so engrossed in his writing... The butler rested his hand over his chin, deep in thought. After a moment, he decided that he should leave it up to Mary - she was the vampire's personal maid, after all. He was in charge of all the servants, it was his duty to keep things running smoothly - Mary should be doing her job. "Mary, if you are finished eating, could you please go upstairs and see if the master's alright?" The servants around the table lowered their heads, and Matilda seemed to grow worried. Truthfully, she feared living with a vampire - even though Zachary had been nothing but kind to his household. The older woman was terrified that one day... The inevitable slip would occur, and one of the servants would suffer a bite.
The fact that Zachary didn't show up, and that Peter seemed concerned, had an immediate effect on the mood at the table. They all knew of the master's vampirism. They all feared that he had lost control, that he was stuck in his room waiting for a victim to come by...

Louie was the only one that was entirely oblivious. The young boy brandished a smile at Peter, and asked, "Is the master ill again?"

Gerard decided to interrupt with a distraction - "Come on Louie, let's go check on Honey." With that, the young boy stood up and eagerly bounded after the gardener to go outside.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Mary Courteney, green, dashed, 10"]
Mary raised a brow at his reponse. He doesn't have a home? Did Peter or Zachary know of his friend? Before the brunette could voice out her concern, Peter addressed her and mentioned their master. "Oh, yes. I will go." The young maid nodded and rose to her feet. However, she paused when she noticed the change of atmosphere. Everyone had just...their mood has morphed into something else that she couldn't quite understand.

"Well, e-excuse me." Mary hesitantly bowed a bit before pushing her chair in and making her way towards the stairs. Surely the vampire was in his room, or at least she hoped he was. She couldn't help but to wonder why he hadn't gone to dinner. Was he working on paper work? Was he resting? The brunette hurried up the steps and soon enough, she found herself in front of his bedroom door. Lifting up her small fist, she knocked on the door.
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[fieldbox="Zachary Brighton, lightcyan, dashed, 10"]The sudden sound of knocking sent a tremor through Zachary's body. It had startled him so hard, that the silver dagger clattered to the floor, as he momentarily lost control of his hands.

The vampire reached under the nightstand, where the dagger had slid across the floor and lodged itself. As he leaned over, he was blinded by the thick veil of tears creeping out of his eyes - they seeped down his cheeks to kiss his skin. Who could that be...? Was it Peter? Oh, what did it matter... They were all afraid of him anyway. He was a monster, a twisted disgrace to the world. His very presence defiled nature, and perverted the natural order of life... Zachary resented his entire being - resented it with all his heart.

For a moment, he remained kneeling, holding the blade in both hands with a well of misfortune ready to seep out of his chest. His heart was already bleeding tears - why not make it bleed crimson as well?

It made perfect sense to him, and so, Zachary pointed the blade inwards again, and aimed for his hurting heart.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Mary Courteney, green, dashed, 10"]
The maid lowered her hand down to her side, waiting for him to give her permission to enter, yet all she received was silence. Her darkish-brown colored eyebrows, knitted together and her dainty hand came up to wrap around the door handle. Should she go in without his consent? Would he reprimand her for it? Most likely...but she needed to make sure he was doing well. She had to follow orders, however something within her pushed her to worry. Something within urged her to open the door. So without any hesitation, she turned the handle and pulled the door open. Her green eyes instantly snapped over to her master and a millisecond later, down to the blade in his hands.

Her feet were moving before she could even realize it. "Don't do it!" She shouted, her hands reaching out for the blade. Mary's fingers wrapped around his wrist and she held it back. It was foolish - she was foolish. The male could easily overpower her, given that she was weak and he was a vampire. They held such an enormous amount of strength that a meek human like her wouldn't even stand a chance. "Don't do it." Her words came out in a shaky breath while she made eye contact with him. "Please...This isn't a solution." She was practically pleading with a creature - who's kin had destroyed her village, who killed her family, who had broken her down into millions of pieces - to not kill himself. You would think that she would hold resent. You would think that hatred would drive her not to stop him from plunging that knife through his chest and into his heart. And you would think that she would feel some sort of satisfaction from it...yet the girl wasn't like that. Hatred didn't exist within her heart nor did resentment.

Henry had always hated that about her. He always claimed that she was too kind to even notice that people were taking advantage of her - walking all over her. Surely, seeing her now, he would be disappointed since he hated vampires for what they had done.

"Z-Zachary...can you give me the blade?" She slowly removed one hand from his wrist and reached up to grip the handle of the blade. "Just let go."
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[fieldbox="Zachary Brighton, lightcyan, dashed, 10"]Mary suddenly appeared in the doorway - it was a breach of protocol, her forced entry, but Zachary could hardly force himself to care. What mattered was the fact that he had been caught during an extremly personal moment. And yet... Because it was May, it was alright.

Don't do it... He stared at her with blank, grey gaze. She looked completely terrified - the one person he would have expected to stand by and let him die. Zachary chuckled grimly, and didn't let go of the knife. "I'm a monster... A perversion of nature. I should die, shouldn't I? And you... After what you've been through, you should be the first one standing in line to see my death."

When May's hand settled over the hilt of the dagger, Zachary tore his hand away from her's, chest heaving as he bit back a sob. He really was about to do it... Ah, sweet relief whispered in his ear. He would never hurt anyone again... He would never feel the craving for blood...[/fieldbox]
 
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