PART 2: JEROME FAUST ~food~
The best invention of all is wig! I have blue hair so wig really helps me conceal that. A witch cursed me when I was a child. She was supposed to turn all of me to blue in color but she only got to my hair because I killed her before she could finish. I was only 10 back then. Already ruined, already cruel, already a fighter. That's why Master took interest in me. Thinking of Master made me fume with anger! Master, that traitor, liar!
Breathe… Breathe… Calm down… It's been 285 years already. One day I'll get my revenge on him! For now, I got a ball to attend to. Time to look for food…
Delicious… That's just how I'll describe this smell. Where did it come from? I walk towards the smell. I saw a boy with golden blond hair. From behind, he looks really fatigue. I wonder if he even has enough blood for me to suck. It doesn't matter. All I know is that he smells real good! I was about to take a bite from behind him when he turns around. Oh dear hell, no! I can't do it. I can eat him! He's… He's DIRTY! Yes, he smells like a mixture of strawberry, daffodils, and lavender. So sweet… so delicious… But there are mud and stains all over his face. His clothes! Had it even washed?! His hands! Full of red spots, it could be infectious! His body! His body… Wait. His body… it is full of bruises… Has he been beaten? I feel sympathy panged my heart. I look closely into his eyes. What a pretty pair of dark blue eyes he had. So pretty… so sad… so lonely… He doesn't even have any expression to begin with. He's a human, isn't he? Why is it that he seems deader than a vampire like me?
Our eyes locked for a while. Then I quickly turn around and walk away from him. He did not say a word at me. In that cold night air, he was wearing thin piece of clothing, right? I should not be doing this. But I turn back around and walk towards him. I took off my coat and I put it around his shoulder, careful not to touch him so that dirt won't transfer to my cloth. He still had no expression on his face. He holds the coat and seems to be perplexed by it. I turn around once more to walk away when the boy speak. It is a low monotonous soft tone. It sounded closely to a whisper. "Thank you," he said.
I stop walking when I heard his voice and found myself turning to glance at him. I sigh. With a little hesitation, I walk back towards him. This is awkward. But, I can't help myself. Aside from that delicious smell he had, I feel curious about the boy. "What's your name?" I asked as I reached him.
"Stubborn. Idiot. Eyesore. Burden. Useless," he answered. I widen my eyes in surprise. No way. This is more disturbed than I imagine. How can someone call himself that way? I could not speak. I didn't know what to do. I had no idea how to respond to him. For the first time in my entire life, I feel helpless. "But my given name is Nicolaus," he suddenly added. "Nicolaus Theron."
I smile at him. It's nice to finally hear his name. He did not smile back. He only looks at me in wonder. It was as if he never seen a smile before. "I'm Jerome Faust. Nice to meet you," I said.
"How do you do that?" He suddenly asked.
"Do what?" I asked him back.
"With your mouth… It's widening…" He indicated. Oh! Did he mean my smile?
"It's a smile," I informed.
"It's very nice," he said. I blush immediately. This boy is candid.
I clear my throat and look away. "Come with me," I ordered. "I'll get you warm and clean," I added.