Harper watched as Rain departed, feeling a sort of exhaustion settle over her that she'd never felt before. Her mind was tired, and was begging for sleep. But she smiled at Lucian. For him, she'd stay up all night. She opened her mouth to tell him the complicated story of her family, but paused when he rose to retrieve the large book. The table groaned under its weight, and Harper's eyes widened. Quietly, she scooted closer to the edge of the couch, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees while she shifted through the pages. The book was old, and dusty, and the pages felt like they might crumble under her touch. She shot Lucian a glance, worried she'd destroy such an antique item, and flipped the pages as carefully as she could.
Thirty or so pages in, she saw his face. Doctor Turner. Although, that's not what the writing in this book said. Carden, from the black fortress. He looked different. His blonde hair was longer in the photo, and he was dressed much in the same way Lucian was when she first met him. But his eyes, those endless pits of blackness, were the same. The book stated that he was well over 1,000 years old, he had a preference for "young blood", and he was largely immune to silver.
"That's him," Harper said, her voice hushed. Just looking at the photo made her anxious, as if he could somehow see her through the pages of the book. She pushed it towards Lucian and stood, moving away to wrap her arms around herself. "Can we go lay down?" She asked, her eyes on the window that was full of moonlight. "I really just need to close my eyes for a bit.."
Thirty or so pages in, she saw his face. Doctor Turner. Although, that's not what the writing in this book said. Carden, from the black fortress. He looked different. His blonde hair was longer in the photo, and he was dressed much in the same way Lucian was when she first met him. But his eyes, those endless pits of blackness, were the same. The book stated that he was well over 1,000 years old, he had a preference for "young blood", and he was largely immune to silver.
"That's him," Harper said, her voice hushed. Just looking at the photo made her anxious, as if he could somehow see her through the pages of the book. She pushed it towards Lucian and stood, moving away to wrap her arms around herself. "Can we go lay down?" She asked, her eyes on the window that was full of moonlight. "I really just need to close my eyes for a bit.."