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lovelivingmydreams · 5 days ago

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Blood moon

Chapter 5: Questions

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Five days have passed since that conversation. I have been trying to keep a low profile on the grounds, hoping to regain some of the Captain’s trust. His protection is invaluable to our survival. I have left the staff alone and spent my time keeping Remus in check and observing the castle and the surrounding grounds as non-invasively as possible.

I observed the staff dynamics and behavior towards our host and warden.

We keep dinner conversations light and pleasant, I have not yet started to ask the questions they are surely expecting.

Mister Janus seems to prefer walks on the grounds. Our paths have crossed multiple times but he has seen it fit to ignore us so far.

With sixteen days left until the ceremony, it seems prudent to find answers to all my questions, not least of all…

“You want me to tell you how to make Cap like you?” the inmate with the neck tattoos wondered as they found him tidying up their room.

“Or at the very least how not to anger him,” Logan nodded. “You seem to be very comfortable and confident around him so you seemed the best person to ask,” he pointed out.

“Hmmm. Sure, but I gotta go on with my chores so we’ll have to walk and talk,” he warned as he started to leave. Logan nodded and followed him out the room, followed by Remus who admittedly had been on his best behavior, but that only made Logan more anxious to learn where the line was with the guard.

“Agreed. I am Logan, this is my friend Remus,” Logan introduced himself.

“Felix, nice to meet you,” the inmate, Felix, bid.

“Well, you can’t do what I did. Unless you are planning to stay here indefinitely,” he mused as he went into the next room and started dusting.

“Could you elaborate?” Logan wondered.

“Sure. I messed with Janus. Virgil can’t stand the guy so that immediately put me on his good side. But until Janus stops holding a grudge, it’s not safe for me to leave even if I was allowed or wanted to. Lord Janus isn’t bound to just the grounds since it would be hard for him to hunt that way. He can’t just feed on the towns people without drawing attention to himself eventually, and the staff is protected unless they have one of these,” Felix held out his leg where the ankle monitor was blinking. “And make a run for it,” he explained.

“If you leave, and he’s still pissed at you, he can hunt you down once you are no longer guests and get back at you both. Wouldn’t recommend. In fact, if you are going to try and get on someone’s good side, Lord Janus might be more important for your survival that the Captain. Virgil is in general more bark than bite. Just be a decent human being and he’s going to warm up to you soon enough,” Felix assured him finishing up another room and going back on his rounds.

Most rooms weren’t occupied and only needed some dusting it seemed.

Logan hummed in understanding. During their first day they’d been escorted to their apartment to gather their things. Virgil also talked to the landlord to let him know that the two friends would be guests at the castle for the coming weeks and not to worry.

He'd been cautious and reasonably polite the whole journey.

He also didn’t have his wolf attributes that day, though they seemingly returned the moment they returned to the castle.

“Janus is a snob. Flattery is probably the easiest way to get him to not want to eat you,” Felix offered.

Logan nodded in understanding.

“So what are ya in for?” Remus wondered abruptly.

“Remus!” Logan scolded.

“It is fine. I was waiting for the question,” Felix assured him.

“I’m not going to lie, if you met me two years ago, you’d be smart to get the hell away. I was a bit of a troubled kid turned troubled adult,” he admitted. “Eventually I got caught, as you can tell, and like the other inmates here, they figured that I was a loss for society and gave me the choice to sit out my sentence serving here or sit in a little cell for a few decades. Like most who picked this one I figured that a job with room and board seemed like a better deal than prison, I picked the castle.

Then I saw Roman feed for the first time and I figured that I was a dead man. But none of the voluntary staff was even nervous around them and pretty soon I figured that we weren’t on the menu so long as we followed the rules. Even when this anklet comes off, I don’t think I want to go. I’m good here. Roman said he’d talk to my parole officer to allow me some more freedom for good behavior. Right now I’m mostly confided to the actual castle and the courtyard in front. Roman feels that I can be trusted to roam the grounds. Honestly if he had it his way I’d be doing groceries and whatever other job I want, but that’s not the arrangement he has with the justice system. Some of the guys here arrive thinking they can start a riot, overpower the rich kid and get out with a big pay day. When they see that the rich kid is an unkillable vampire they usually attempt their first escape, like you guys did,” Felix teased.

“When they realize they can’t leave though, they lose privileges. There’s a guy who works the kitchen who isn’t allowed to leave the kitchen other than to go to his room,” he mused.

“Virgil said he thought that guy might be a cannibal,” Remus recalled.

“Might be. Roman doesn’t feel the need to know who is in for what. To ensure equal treatment,” Felix explained.

“There are only a handful of… Would be inmates as far as I have seen. And not all of the remaining staff are of obvious super natural origin,” Logan pointed out.

“True. Janus has a handful serving him at his home as well, though from what I hear it’s way less comfortable than here. Mostly because Janus might actually have a bite on occasion. As for the others… Oh hi Sara,” Felix greeted a skittish woman who was peaking her head through the door.

“Emile wants a staff meeting,” she whispered. “I said I’d… See if you were done.”

Felix nodded. “Of course. I’ll be there in a minute. Just need to finish up this one room. Thank you,” Felix promised.

Sara nodded and disappeared.

“She’s the one who wouldn’t come out of her room on our first morning,” Logan recalled.

“Yeah. She’s escaped a bit of a nasty home life. Most of the free human staff is here for protection. Apparently there are rumors about the young lord that have spread through the country and some of them have traveled far to feel safe. There is usually an adjustment period. Poor girl was scared of her own shadow when she got here. If the pig that did that to her ever does show up…” Felix scowled and then shook his head. “Well, that’d be his last mistake I’m pretty sure. I don’t think the lord would intervene if Virgil and Thomas decided to hunt that one down,” Felix concluded.

“Well, if that was all. Boss man calls,” he pointed out good naturedly.

“Thank you, and good luck,” Logan offered.

“Oh wait!” Remus exclaimed.

“Yeah?” Felix asked.

“What are the rules on fraternizing with guests?” Remus wondered, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

Felix chuckled. “Anything with consent is alright for the master of the house,” he assured him with a wink before leaving.

“Hmmm… That wasn’t a no… But also not a ‘lets go right now’,” Remus concluded.

“You are unbelievable,” Logan sighed.

“Did you get what ya wanted?” Remus asked. Logan nodded. “Yes, I feel confident that I can move forward in a way that will allow us to return home without having to look over our shoulders for the rest of our lives,” he noted.

“Dramatic. But accurate,” Remus grinned.

“It is concerning how comfortable you are with the situation,” Logan noted.

“I always kinda hoped that the spooks were real. And now they are and I am one step closer to all my monster fantasies,” his friend pointed out.

Logan had to admit he made a point.

“Fine, I’ll gather my research so far and my notes and I will engage Lord Roman in conversation over lunch,” he decided.

“Are you going to talk his ear off about the past or about mosters?” Remus wondered.

“I thought to start with the historical research and work my way up to the various curiosities surrounding supernatural humanoids,” Logan admitted.

“Good to know,” Remus nodded. Logan was pretty sure that spelled trouble. And he was not entirely wrong. Though it might end up playing out in their favor.

When they sat down for lunch Logan cleared his throat.

“May I ask how old you were when you became the lord of these grounds?” he wondered carefully. He decided not to mention the plague directly until he had to. Bringing up painful memories right out of the gate was definitely bad etiquette.

“I was twenty five,” Roman noted.

Logan nodded. “Then I can assume that you were thoroughly tutored in the going ons of high society and such,” Logan noted.

Roman lit up at that. “Oh, definitely. I can tell you every detail about fashion, etiquette, bloodlines, history… Do not tell my parents should they come by, but I even snuck into town rather regularly so I know quite a bit about the day to day of our people. Though most of that I learned through hearsay of intoxicated youths as I mostly frequented the nightlife. Oh the nightlife… I do miss it. It’s not what it used to be,” he sighed longingly.

“Not that today’s music and night scene are bad, I have managed to drag my dear captain to a dancefloor every once in a while since he joined us.

It just used to… When I was human it was a bit more… we weren’t supposed to even be there. It wasn’t illegal, but none of our families wanted to find out that we spent the night dancing and drinking… It was so exciting,” he sighed longingly.

“I would very much like to hear more about that. Do you have any maps of how the territory evolved over time? I didn’t find any in the library,” Logan said. Oh the library. It was a gorgeous space and the collection was breathtaking. Original prints of pretty much every book a collector would want. Signed copies of a variety of works from The Origin of species to A Christmas Carol. Quite a few addressed to the current lord of the house.

Logan wondered if the lord had traveled or if Tolkien had once sat down in front of the luxurious fireplace to talk about his stories with the young lord.

Logan had decided to move those types of questions to a later date. He was working his way up to personal conversations.

The evolution of the land the Lord presided over throughout the years seemed like a good start.

“Oh they definitely should be there somewhere. I’m fairly certain I had Emile put them back when I was done with them in my study,” Roman mused.

“I might have simply overlooked them. I should ask Emile-”

“You called sir?” Logan just barely resisted the urge to throw the knife in his hand at the sudden presence.

“Emile… Apologies, I didn’t see you entering,” Logan offered. He was fairly certain that Emile had left them to their lunch when they arrived…

Virgil failed to keep from snorting and Roman looked amused as well. “You wouldn’t have. Emile was summoned by you. Hope you weren’t in the middle of something there Emile,” Roman offered.

“It was bound to happen milord. Was there anything you needed young mister Logan?” Emile wondered.

Logan blinked in shock. “Ehm… Maps… Where do you keep the maps of the area?” he asked.

Emile smiled at him and nodded. “Of course. Would you prefer browsing yourself later or would you like me to leave them in your room?” Emile wondered.

Logan pursed his lips. “If it is alright with you I’d prefer to examine them in the library. I’d rather not tempt Remus with precious documents,” Logan stated.

“So we can call you wherever and you’ll show up?” Remus asked excitedly.

“Logan can. If you’ll remember I told Emile to come when he called. It seems I was right to guess that he would not abuse the privilege once he realized just how swift the response time was,” Roman pointed out a bit smugly.

“How does it work?” Logan wondered while Remus sat back pouting.

“I am unsure,” Emile admitted. “When the master or someone who he gave the authority to call upon me looks for me, I find myself present and ready to help,” Emile explained. “I will return when you have need for me,” he promised before leaving the room.

“Is that part of your Lordship? Like how we cannot leave without your permission?” Logan wondered.

Roman shook his head. “No one else of the staff is quite so compelled to give instant assistance,” he stated. “It is an ability unique to Emile. A manifestation of his dedication to his profession,” he mused.

“Fascinating… Does-”

“Oh my God! Fight me!” Remus exclaimed, pointing at Virgil.

“What?” Virgil asked while Thomas perked up from his napping spot by the fireplace.

“I haven’t gotten filthy for way too long. So either Fuck me or Fight me,” Remus explained.

“Oh please Virgil? Can we wrestle?” Thomas pleaded, shifted from his wolf form to a mix.

Logan had noticed that Thomas didn’t wear a collar like Virgil, nor had he seen him wearing a muzzle. Thomas seemed quite eager for this opportunity to playfight, judging by the position of his ears and his rather active tail.

Virgil sighed. “If it is alright with the master,” he allowed.

“Well, he did ask. Just be sure not to cause damage, and try not to break the skin. Janus is wandering the grounds and I don’t want any incidents,” Roman warned.

Thomas responded by turning to his wolf form and jumping around like a dog who’d just heard the word ‘walk’.

Remus jumped up from his chair and rushed out the room, followed by an excited Thomas and an amused Virgil.

“Shall we watch while we continue the conversation?” Logan wondered.

Roman smiled, a brief flash of gratitude in his eyes before standing up and leading Logan outside.

It would seem that they had successfully softened the captain towards them, and they also had a clear path to the fondness of the master of the house.

Things were looking better for them with the minute.

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lovelivingmydreams · 19 days ago

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Janus is here!

Blood moon

Chapter 4: Guests

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The escape attempt did not go well. But I am still alive.

The past few hours were… Enlightening and yet confusing.

The voice was foreign to Logan. It said the words in an almost charming drawl.

His amusement was too apparent to fool anyone. Logan tried to step forward again, but his body would not move. Not in that direction anyway. When he turned around his feet did exactly what he intended.

Behind him he found a smartly dressed gentleman with large scars, mostly, on the left side of his face.

He was smiling at them in an entirely unsettling way and leaning on a walking stick with a snake head decoration.

"What did you do to us?" Logan demanded. The gentleman threw his head back and laughed.

"Nothing yet. No. You have agreed to stay at the home of a vampire. You cannot leave without permission," he said as though it was common knowledge.

"And to think that if you had stayed under that mutt’s watchful eye, you would be safe now," he grinned. Then he put up apologetic face. "Oh, my deepest apologies, my lord. I did not know that they were guests. I thought I had caught a pair of thieves sneaking around on the grounds and wanted to dispose of them for you. How unfortunate that they ran before you could make introductions. Such a shame." The vampire grinned wickedly around the last statement.

"Now, do me a favor and run. It's been a while since I had a propper hunt," he growled excitedly.

Logan set his jaw and stared the predator down. The adrenaline had his knees shaking. He would not get far. So he'd choose to stay and stand tall.

If nothing else, the lord and his captain might doubt this vampire's story if he was attacked with his back against the property line that would prove their guest status.

The vampire crouched, ready to pounce. "Suit yourself," he grinned.

And then a howl echoed through the air and the vampire was no longer standing.

He was pinned to the ground by Virgil. Who was wearing a muzzle.

"If you ever so much as sniff the lord's guests wrong, I will rip off this muzzle and tear out your windpipe with my teeth before my master can think to stop me. Understood leach?!" The werewolf growled.

“Careful mutt. You have not lived down the consequences of last time you lost your temper,” the vampire growled, tapping the iron cage of the muzzle.

“It would be worth it if it shut you up for good,” Virgil growled.

“Are you going to behave? Or should I keep you here until the master comes?” he threatened.

“I would never harm one of the noble lord’s guest,” the vampire sneered.

Virgil let out a last warning growl before getting up. The vampire huffed as he gathered his fallen cane and got up as well.

“In case it wasn’t clear, he was the reason I wanted you two to stay put,” Virgil huffed.

“Noted. Apologies… But what was that about us not being able to leave without permission?” Logan asked.

Virgil sighed. “You agreed to be guests in this house. An agreement with a vampire lord in their own home is binding until the next blood moon,” he explained.

“Oooh, sounds creepy. Is that some kind of once in a lifetime thing?” Remus wondered excitedly.

Logan rolled his eyes. “I am surprised you don’t know this, but blood moon is the colloquial name for a lunar eclipse. A full eclipse gives the moon a red hue. It occurs about once every two and a half years. Though I confess I do not know when the next one is due in this area,” Logan offered.

“It’s a month from now, you are in luck. Contracts are renewed at the ceremony. If you want to leave then you just don’t renew it and you are free to go at first light,” Virgil explained.

“Half of the time, human residents don’t bother to attend the ceremony at all,” the vampire noted as he dusted himself off and adjusted his clothes.

“Which, often, means we get to hunt them for sport,” Virgil grinned.

“Does the pup want to snack on the human staff?” the vampire cooed.

“The criminals? Sure. I am pretty sure Remy’s sou-cheff is a cannibal,” Virgil huffed.

The vampire chuckled. “Your master does keep a curious collection of company,” he mused. Eying Logan and Remus.

“They are here for research or something. They want to hear all about history and stuff like that. So you should enjoy their stay. You get to talk their ears off,” the captain pointed out.

“Hm… A sholar. That’s a new one,” the vampire mused. “I do hope that tattooed cleaner runs. He never gets my room right,” he mused.

“Not gonna happen, he gets me snacks,” Virgil argued.

Logan frowned. “So, do you hate humans or not?” he wondered.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “What’s with these blanket statements. I like some, other’s not. Depends on how they treat me and the master.

But as long as you are a guest in this home, no one lays a finger on you under my watch,” he promised. Then he smirked. “So you have a month to make me care to get you off property safely. Or else your best bet is renewing your contract for 2.5 years,” he grinned, though it seemed a bit more lighthearted than the underlying threat warranted.

The vampire scoffed. “Right. As if you won’t walk them home like a good little pup if Roman tells you to get them home safe,” he pointed out.

Virgil growled dangerously. “That is lord Pryor to you, leach,” he hissed.

“Captain, surely you are not being rude to my guests.”

They all looked up and found the lord of the castle standing just a bit further up the path observing them.

Virgil turned and bowed his head in respect. “Only when their behavior warrants it my lord,” he promised. “Mister Janus mistook our newest residents for breakfast, I corrected his misconception and reminded him of the penalty for harming guests,” he offered.

Lord Pryor cocked his head and then smiled, approaching the Captain and affectionately stroking his cheek. “Always such an eager overachiever,” he cooed fondly before turning to his guests.

“Janus, meet my newest guests Logan and Remus. Logan and Remus, meet Janus. He’s lived on the grounds for quite some time now.”

Janus scoffed displeased.

“He is one of my oldest guests. He will not harm you, but you are to treat him with respect. Does that sound agreeable?” he wondered.

“Define respect? Because apparently agreeing to anything can have unexpected consequences,” Logan pointed out cautiously.

Lord Roman gave him an apologetic smile. “I was a bit careless with my words, I should have been more specific. I was hungry and had a one track mind I’m afraid,” he offered as he ran his hand through Virgil’s hair.

“Lord Janus is a valued resident of the estate, and will likely be here regularly in the weeks leading to the blood moon ceremony. I wish for you to respect his personal space and talk to him as you would to a casual acquaintance and for him to not do anything that might cause you harm. Is that an acceptable arrangement?” Lord Roman rephrased.

“Yes, that sounds reasonable,” Logan nodded.

“Boring, but I suppose,” Remus huffed.

“Whatever his lordship requires,” Janus drawled just short of mockingly.

Virgil growled in warning. “Manners Virgil,” Lord Roman warned.

“Now, it seems that before everything else, we should inform you both about the supernatural world, at least enough to keep you two out of trouble,” he decided before turning with a swish of his coat and heading to the castle.

Virgil looked between Janus and the lord of the house.

“If his promises are as binding as the barrier he won’t harm us,” Logan assured him. Sensing he wanted to stay close to his, master, and keeping an eye on Janus to make sure he wouldn’t step to close to the line.

Virgil hesitated for a second before catching up with the lord of the land.

Meanwhile Logan turned to Janus. “You seemed to disagree when the lord said you’ve been living here a long time,” he noted.

“Clever one aren’t you?” Janus huffed. “I lived here long before that child was so much as a twinkle in his mother’s eye. I went on a little vacation and suddenly there is this upstart walking around like he owns the place. Then, as you would, I tried to explain to him that this was my rightful home, but that mut of his had other ideas,” he gestured to the gastly scars on his face.

“My one solace is that that beast has been muzzled ever since,” he smirked.

Now, Logan knew that that was not true. Though maybe Virgil’s muzzle had been off yesterday because they’d been getting ready for dinner? Still, it was better not to mention it to Janus.

“So… They are always like that right?” Remus wondered, gesturing to their host and his captain who seemed to be talking among themselves.

“Ever since I had the… Pleasure, of meeting them,” Janus agreed.

“Do they… Know?” he asked pointedly.

Janus smirked and shook his head. Clearly he found that another source of entertainment.

“All that,” Remus gestured to them again. “And nothing?” he asked.

Janus shrugged. They were mostly silent for the rest of the walk. Questions dancing around in Logan’s head until finally they were back in the dining room where a luxurious breakfast was being set out by ghosts and humans alike under the watchful eye of Emile who had a large brown wolf curled up at his feet, seemingly enjoying a nap.

Logan observed the rest of the staff. The ghosts seemed to come from different era’s based on their clothes. The humans were a mix of friendly smiling people in uniform to scowling, rough looking individuals with some form of collar and/or ankle monitors on them.

Logan was pretty sure he spotted the individual Janus had wanted to claim as a prey. He was wearing a monitor but seemed much more comfortable around his supernatural housemates than the others who seemingly had a run in with the law.

He seemed in a good mood even, offering Virgil a smile in greeting and the lord a nod in acknowledgement. He ignored Janus though.

Everyone else seemed to keep their distance from Janus specifically. The lord and the captain were only approached closely by the neck tattoo guy and the people without any monitoring devices on them.

“Emile, how is Sara? Is she still not ready to come out of the kitchen?” Roman wondered politely, but concerned as he sat down with Virgil at his right.

“I am afraid not young lord. It has only been a week and it is quite an adjustment. She will come around. Right Jane?” Emile wondered.

“She’s starting to open up to the other ladies. She just doesn’t trust yet that the men can’t hurt her,” one of the human women stated before bowing to the lord and leading the servants out of the room.

“Very well. Breakfast then,” Roman decided, gesturing for Logan, Remus and Janus to take a seat.

As soon as they sat down Roman gave Virgil a nod and he started eating, which Logan took as his sign that they were free to eat.

“So. Let’s start with what you both know of us and our kin and we can correct you where needed,” Roman suggested. That was a good starting point Logan supposed.

“Well, you guys don’t mind sunlight. Or you’d be piles of crispy ash right now,” Remus pointed out before taking a bite out of a pancake and moaning in approval. “Those are some good pancakes!” he announced. Just barely remembering to swallow.

“I will let Remy know. Indeed. We are not as… Fragile as mortals would have us believe,” Lord Roman smiled.

“You did not show up in the mirror in the hallway,” Logan noted.

Roman and Janus groaned and rolled their eyes. “That’s witchcraft. Apparently some vampire angered a witch ages ago and they cursed them and their kin to never behold themselves in a mirror ever again. It doesn’t pertain to modern mirrors. Something about the silver backing I believe,” Lord Roman mused.

“Then why have an antique in the hallway?” Logan wondered.

“It’s a family heirloom. Even when I was still human it’d been in our family for generations. At some point it was a wedding gift from the king at the time I believe,” Lord Roman explained.

That was interesting. That was a story he would have to hear more about.

“We saw you drink blood, and Jani was gonna eat us, so that’s true,” Remus noted.

“I imagine as natural hunters of humans your senses and physical abilities would be altered. And you do have some kind of mental sway over us, or we’d be on our way home now. Or dead,” Logan allowed eyeing Janus.

“Yes,” the more malicious vampire grinned.

“Again, my apologies. As lord of this territory I should be a bit more cautious with my words.

As head of the clan, anyone in my territory who agrees to a request or invitation from me is bound to that agreement until the terms are met or until the next BloodMoon.

It is part of our innate magic,” Lord Roman explained.

“As head of staff, Emile has some sway as well, as long as we don’t contradict each other. Emile never does though,” he smiled fondly.

Meanwhile Virgil seemed to have finished his meal and moved seats, sitting directly next to Roman on a slightly lower chair, staring at the gathered guests with a mild warning in his eyes.

“Do you eat humans and turn them with biting?” Remus wondered.

“We can add to our numbers through biting non vampires, or non wolves in Virgil’s case, yes. It is a bit more nuanced. Not every vampire bite turns you into a vampire and not every wolf bite turns you into a wolf,” Roman offered.

“Vampires do need to feed on blood. Animal blood could sustain them but not as well. They don’t necessarily kill their prey by feeding, not if they eat regularly. Wolves are just made to recover quickly from blood loss. But I already told you that last night,” Virgil explained. “Wolves only hunt humans when the humans form a danger to them. And even then we rarely eat them. There is never enough meat on them to make it worth the effort,” he added.

Truly a comforting sentiment.

“But you enjoy to hunt down the staff and guests?” Logan pointed out.

Virgil shrugged. “If they break the rules.”

Lord Roman ruffled the captain’s hair affectionately. “He takes his job very seriously.

The most important thing you two need to know is that as my guests, you have nothing to fear. Just be respectful to other guests and they are not allowed to harm you. Now that Janus has been told, by me, that you are my guests, he wouldn’t be able to if he were to try. Just like how you were not able to leave, sorry for that. You can leave the premise with a chaperone. It is safer that way. Sometimes less civilized vampires pass through the area and they might be tempted to prove something by targeting a marked human. Then I’d have to send out Virgil and Thomas to hunt them down and I really don’t want to have them that far away.

Until the next bloodmoon ceremony, feel free to explore the grounds. Ask the questions you have about the local history and our culture as promised. Just, let us know if you need to go into town for anything. I have kept the castle up with the times so we have excellent wifi and there is a phone present. You will not want for anything while under my care. And if you decide not to renew your stay, you will be delivered to your door safely. If you wish to return, call ahead so I can pick you up and arrange for a shorter stay under the same protections,” Roman explained.

“For now, eat, take the day to process. The next bloodmoon is…” Lord Roman paused for a moment.

“November tenth my lord,” Virgil offered.

“Exactly. That is only twenty one days. So take the day, explore… Oh, and, Emile!” Lord Roman called. The butler vampire seemingly apparated next to him. “Yes young lord?” he asked.

“Would you mind answering when young Logan asks for you? He seems the responsible one all things considered,” Lord Roman observed.

“Hey!” Remus exclaimed, his mouth full of bread roll. “Point made,” Logan huffed.

“Certainly my lord,” Emile bowed.

“Excellent, anything else you two might need before I leave you to your breakfast. There are things to arrange for the ceremony,” the lord explained.

“Well, we should get some clothes for the next few weeks from our home,” Logan pointed out gently.

“Ah, yes, of course,” Lord Roman nodded before turning to Virgil. “Could you make sure they get their stuff and return to their rooms safely?” Roman asked, stroking him under his chin.

“Of course master,” Virgil vowed.

Logan could see Remus was holding back a comment.

“Good, if that was all. I will see you both at dinner. Let Virgil know when you are ready for your visit to town,” Roman smiled before getting up and heading out. “Janus, a walk,” he stated. It wasn’t a question and so Janus, reluctant as he might have been, got up and followed the lord and his captain out of the room. Leaving Logan and Remus to finish breakfast in peace and, in Logan’s case, deep thought.

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