PART 19: GABRIEL ERNEST ~restless~
Despite of me hating to be ordered around, I never seem to fail to follow Jerome Faust's order. Why? I think because he had always been a wise leader and I respected him for that. I had bath and changed into the clothes he prepared for me. Lucas is refreshing himself in the next room. I'm imagining him naked in a shower... hmmm... delicious...
I had to say Sir Faust has quite a place here. Outside, the mansion looks old but the interior of the mansion is very modernized. So, Sir Faust is up-to-date, huh? Unlike Dasmond and Alexander who are still old-fashioned in maintaining their own mansion.
As I saw the huge bed in the room, I feel like I should take this advantage to rest. I'm tired. I feel so tired. I've been on the watch for many, many years. And for that amount of time too, I rest very little. I've been planning a revenge and I can't stop myself from thinking about it. It makes me restless and stressful. I lie down on the soft bed and close my eyes.
I awoke to the sound of people chattering downstairs. Yikes! I've fallen asleep? How long had I been asleep? I look at my watch. It's 2.30 a.m. I quickly got up and went downstairs. I saw three familiar figures at the dining hall. But one of them is not familiar to me.
"He is Nicolaus Theron, Jerome's lover," Dasmond, who obviously had been reading my mind, informed me about the newcomer.
"Hello," The boy said. I can smell fresh blood coming from him. He's human?! I only nodded at him.
"Wow.. Sir Faust, I never knew you are into young boys. What a pedofile..." I tease Jerome.
He only chuckles. "No need to call me Sir anymore. Just Jerome, please... I'm not your leader anymore," Jerome said. "Have a seat."
"Very well," I said, sitting down, stealing a glance at the boy sitting beside Jerome. Strangely, he had no expression on his face. He will definitely look like a statue if he's not making any movements. "When did you guys get here?" I asked Dasmond and Alexander.