Chapter 38: I have a name
When he got out, Roselyn sat on the bed and laid her head on her hands as a mixture of feelings and concerns imploded her mind.
"I was asking her if I could see you and she gently replied that she was going to ask you if you wanted to see me," Roselyn announced. When the maid heard her, her skin tone became more colorful. As she gave a breath of relief, "I know you don't want to be disturbed, your highness." The woman justified herself, looking at the King.
"Bring my food in ten minutes, I am starving." He commanded.
"Wait," Roselyn called before he would walk away, "I was wondering if we could eat together."
John shook his eyes, looking at her upside down. The maid, who was looking at the scene, smirked lightly.
"Roselyn, I am glad you would enjoy my presence but I'd rather avoid any situation that may lead to emotional entanglement." He stated firmly.
The maid tried to hide her enjoyment at seeing the disappointment in Roselyn's gaze, but failed when a giggle escaped from her lips.
Fortunately for her, the King had already turned over his shoulders to head back in his room.
"Are you going to ask him to give you a goodnight kiss next time?" She provoked Roselyn, who glowered at her in response.
What did she have against her? She had no reason to be that mean.
The blonde maid went near them and bowed down to Roselyn. "I can walk you to the dining room."
"Thank you." She replied as she followed her.
"I hope she didn't offend you. I figured out myself that she isn't able to keep her thoughts to herself." She said as she looked over to see the older maid who was mean to Roselyn, cleaned the silver.
Roselyn smiled to her friendly, "don't worry. It's fine."
Roselyn sat on her chair when the maid and some servants helped her with serving food. Filling her dish with so much food, Roselyn felt so hungry just by staring at it.
Not wasting more time, she dedicated her full attention to bringing some food to her mouth.
The more she ate, the more it tasted delicious. While she took her time to chew the food properly, she gazed around the huge dining room to spot in another table, some silver big pots filled with meat. "are those for the King?" She asked, pointing at that table.
"Yes, miss Roselyn."
"Do all that fresh meat last for the entire week? I think it would be such a waste if it turned out to become gear."
The maid smiled, leaning close to Roselyn's ear to wish, "don't worry, he usually eats all of it in one single meal."
Roselyn chuckled at the thought of him being able to eat that much. The maid smiled, recalling the first time she learned that information and her same expression was identical, shocked first then amused.
She heard a loud noise from afar.
Roselyn turned around to shake her head, looking at the corridor. She saw few servants run toward the King's room and slam the door behind. She could hear the loud voices coming out, but couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. All she could hear was the angry voice of John that thundered in the house.
"What happened?" She asked when the silence fall on the room.
"I suggest you, miss Roselyn, not to make any noise or ask anything."
Roselyn opened her mouth to ask why, but when the King came out of his room, she closed her mouth in a sudden movement.
His eyes were red with anger, his jaw was tensed. He clenched his fists as he left the house, disappearing in a matter of seconds.
When he left the mansion, all he could think of was that villain that took his father's life. The servant reported to him the information that one of his investigators had found his name. He didn't have a destination, yet the desire of getting his revenge was numbing his mind.
He headed to his flat, which was located in the alleyways. It was a place where he and his crew of vampires stayed in. A secret garage they have been sharing for decades since they have met.
He banged on the garage door and Jack went to open the shutters to let him in and then close them again.
"I have a name," John said. Jack was sitting on his chair with his legs spread.
He was fully covered in tattoos and his eyes were of a dark intense red just like John's eyes. Sharing his same tattoo on the arm, a snake embracing a weird simple.
John handed him a note on which there was written the name on it. When Jake read the name, he put his hands over his head as she gave him a worried glance.
"We can't." He said after taking a long breath and throwing the note on the floor in ire.
"Listen, I am not asking you. I will do it, whether or not you guys are with me." John groaned, his eyes widened to express his anger.
He could feel his blood run through his vein, the ire was blurring his vision.
"You will get yourself killed." Jack stood up in a rapid movement and pushed him strongly in a vain attempt of making him ratiocinate.
Jack was the brother he never had, the only person who had his back during the years. They were just like brothers, without sharing the same blood. And just like brothers, they had a very particular way of showing love, and it was by beating each other.
Indeed, John reached, punched him on his cheek.
"Son of a bitch." He whispered, gritting his teeth to bear the pain.
John shook his hand and cracked his fingers as he had caused himself a little pain by the strength hit he gave.
They both calmed as that helped somehow to reduce the tension and King John to release some repressed anger.
The vampire who was hit by the King went to take out some ice from the mini-fridge. After wrapping it around some paper towels he when to crash it against the wall to cut it into smaller pieces.
He placed it over his wound, on the cheek where he was punched.
John's toe tapped his feet in a staccato rhythm as he nervously thought about what he was putting himself into.
"When and where?" Jack asked, raising his eyebrow and glancing at his friend with a resentment look.
Gifts
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received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
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stone