The Clutches of Lonely Vampires
The Darkness Is Coming

The first snow fell after the city was filled with endless cloudy clouds for almost a week the autumn sun stopped illuminating the city. The trees molt, the leaves scattered on the ground starting in a blanket of frozen water vapor grains. The branches that are often a place to stand on the feet of birds look quiet. The birds choose to immigrate, looking for a warmer place.

Elena clucked, yesterday-yesterday she was jealous to see the birds that often inhabit the cathedral tower leave with large numbers of herds while she remained a complete confinement girl with a silence that skyrocketed in her mind to the tune of six months quiet makes him memorize what time the bell is ringing.

Elena approached the window. His hand wiped away the dew that made his gaze come out misty.

The city is shrouded in cold and thin fog in early winter. Almost from some people who live in the city began to feel high humidity until laziness increasingly invaded the body. The thick clothes of the season began to be worn, as did Elena. He tucked his jacket near the electric fireplace he had asked from his mother. He hates winter, he hates the sun disappearing from his town. He hated things that had been passed for six months without Luther.

Mark forced him to re-baptize to remove the traces of vampires in his body and he lived in a cathedral with strict supervision unlike the summers he could do on the beach or to the place he wanted as he pleased as ever. During the seasons that make the sun last longer come and are reluctant to go too long a stack of books with the teachings of truth should he read. Although he understood a lot, only one that he underlined. Her father only wanted her to date a real human. It wasn't human alumni that made her move to hell.

Elena grunting. The loss of sunlight in the city was indeed frightening. There's nothing fun. All outdoor activities can be stopped because of bad weather and snow-capping complicates activities. But for Elena who is now good friends with Jonathan. Winter is the season favored by underground creatures. They could wander at any time, twenty-four hours non-stop and risk him getting out of the cathedral. It was the only safe place for him to live.

"You're not having breakfast?" ask Mark quietly in the doorway. A long black coat enveloped his body. His head was also covered by a skull.

Elena shook her head. "I'm not hungry. Mommy's winter cake is filling enough." He pointed to the bushels and boxes of cakes his mother had sent him this morning before buying the ingredients for Christmas celebrations in the shopping mall.

"Mother bring your favorite spicy chicken soup, eat it, papa."

Mark took a breath. Ever since the brief battle in the suburbs with the Dark Larks Clan. Their relationship was like the autumn wind, every word seemed to slap themselves, making them uncomfortable with guilt. Elena was indifferent despite everything she said she obeyed.

"You miss him?" Mark's approaching. Elena reacted as if Mark's question contained a stinging flame. He looked at his father. But heedless of the question.

"We're not dating. So why ask for miss." Elena pulled both corners of her lips. Flat he again wiped the dew on the window glass.

"He's lived an eternity of two hundred years, papa. Far away there, in Van Broden's castle. It's still deep in Delucia's dense forest. I also have to cross the ravine and go back through the thick forest and the small hills can only reach it if it survives the pursuit of wild animals!"

Mark smelled a smile with raised eyebrows. His daughter is narrating a longing that is too bleak to imagine. But he was also too curious about the story of his daughter with the underground.

Elena bit her index finger nails while shaking her head.

"Not really. The castle is nice and big but gloomy. All the servants who burned to death with Luther in his kingdom used to be vampires and lived there. The castle was their home as well as the execution site of the animals they stole in the forest, as well as poachers. Can you imagine how I spent there, papa? If Luther hadn't fallen in love with me, I might have died and become a vampire."

All of Mark's eyebrows were raised. It is true that Luther fell in love with his daughter, but once again love for the underground was a desperate program of a bleak future.

Mark stroked Elena's head carefully. "You survived because you were a good boy, you were protected by God!"

Elena could only smile as she leaned her head against the window sill. There is no end to the final settlement of the debate about Luther if it is argued with Mark.

"I'm tired of papa, I should have been free last summer. Now, it's like a prison!" Elena let out a sigh, the tip of her index finger touching the window glass. Draw Luther's face on the dew. The final touch before he sighed made him smile faintly. Two little fangs. Like a shitty thorn that interferes with comfort. Her heart.

"I might miss him and maybe like he promised yesterday. He'll visit me in the winter."

Mark doesn't want to fight, obviously, to touch that vampire alone he's reluctant. The thing is, if it's true what Jonathan said happened—Klan Dark Larks attacked the cathedral to steal Elena—Luther the only fighter he expected to keep his daughter.

Mark examined every thoughtful consideration while putting his hand in the coat pocket. Make peace with Luther for the safety of his daughter or still discriminate him as an underground creature layered in angkara.

Mark turned around, he waltzed away leaving Elena who was lulled in longing and looked away at Luther's current state. Are same? Has changed? He dreamed that Luther still remembered him and crammed all his memories with him in his mind deeply.

Mark was speechless, an eternal look on his face as if he was trying to find the best path for his threatened daughter for the next ninety days.

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