Beloved

Best is lost

Rewritten
Not Edited

1824

James Necro stood in unmanned dirty street in the bad side of town with his gaze on the shanty old cottage with steel wire fence separating it from the busy road. He was dressed elegantly in an expensive black waistcoat over his dress shirt and pants with shiny black shoes. He held his golden pocket watch in his hand absent mindedly, twisting it's golden chain in his fingers. His hand went to his hair and messed his pushed back hair. People like him don't belong in these type of places. He felt like the black sheep out of all white ones. He wouldn't usually-rarely- come to these shallow places but the first morning in Transylvania he woke up feeling sick and Vampires can't feel sick. When he had left his Manor- the Necro Manor- he had let his heart guide him like a compass there. This street in the shallows had rattled carriages going around with malnourished horses. The stores were small, old and cheap with the people inside dressed in cheap clothes. These people called Croaks usually worked in factories or for extravagant families like himself. He already had some Croaks working for him. He didn't understand why his Beloved was doing in Croak infested house. Men and Women both rushed around but he saw them blurred, insignificant. The cottage which he was intently staring at opened and a young woman got out. Dark hair tumbled down her face, shoulder and back in waves, hiding her face.

Suddenly He felt his heart tug towards her direction. He wanted to run towards her, capture her in his arms. But instead he braced his feet into the ground and narrowed his brown eyes at her. Why was his heart intent on going towards her? Surely she couldn't be his Beloved. With his high standing and honor he must get a high strand woman. Not a woman who have callused hands instead soft ones. James Necro had learned a long time ago that god worked in unfair ways, but somehow he felt like raising his arms to the sky and yelling about the unfairness. The woman might be ugly, then what? His reputation would be ruined. James cared about finding his Beloved opposed to his boosted ego but...he couldn't help but feel betrayed. Being alone for more than a century and seeing his younger brother find his Beloved rather quickly in his years made him yearn for a companion. But again his honour. Taking a deep breath-which didn't help at all as his lungs had flattened a long time ago- he readied himself to face the unknown. A Noble walking into a tiny cheap place.
Meanwhile the woman hadn't felt his presence, like most human beloveds, and was busy filling a bent and dirty steel bucket with water from a broken well.

The world was muted and he saw the blurs of the living around him. He walked towards the woman, crossing the road without further thought, making poor carriage drivers to yell curses profusely. Usually James would mind and lash out on them harshly but this time he ignored his instincts. He moved gracefully towards the woman, moving around the croaks quickly so that he wouldn't touch them. He walked towards her, light on his steps until he was standing beside her, blocking the sun's rays.

His Beloved felt his presence just when he was standing beside her, blocking the sun's rays away from her. She looked up, meeting chocolate brown with startling golden ones. He blinked in surprise. Werewolves had yellow eyes so why did She had them? Vampires couldn't mate with Werewolves...it never had happened. Or maybe she was a descendant of some werewolf, that would make sense. He had been so caught up looking into her eyes that a second later James Necro noticed the beauty his beloved possessed. She looked so bright. So full of life and adventure that he felt a wee bit of pity for her being his Beloved. Although it was diminished quickly.

"Do you need help, my dear?" He asked, his eyes looking at the bucket which gradually filled with clear water. It remained him off the pond he had in his Villa in England.