The Bloody Rose Chapter one

The Bloody Rose
Chapter one
Awakening


Nicole Alexandra Nakkamorio
April 5th, 1912

My brother's screams had awoken me today. Poor soul, the change is always hard on a Vampire with his condition. My body would become tense and I felt my hands tremor, as I listened and heard him cry to the lord to show him mercy. I continued to listen and heard my Grandfather slap him and tell him to stop making petty calls to a pointless deity. I had decided to attempt to ignore the conflict across the hall, and dress myself for the day. I tossed the purple silk sheets off of me and slid up and out of bed in a quite impressive fashion. My feet slapped against the polished wood floors as I walked across the room to my vanity. I pulled out the decorative, dark stained wood chair and brushed lint off of the lilac colored velvet pillow. As I sat down I saw a note laying on my vanity and slowly read it to myself.
Dearest Nicole,
I am terribly sorry about your brother Ajax. He has been a nuisance since your sister left for America ahead of us to check on Rory and Roth. Anyway Darling, I would like for you to get dressed as soon as you can. We shall be leaving for the farmhouse at dusk, and I would like for you to rest until then. Ask Aunt Matilda for some Bread and Jam if you are hungry.
~ Grandfather Cyndir
I found it strange that my Aunt Matilda was even here. But she was close to my mother, and knowing my Grandfather, Mother's death was just a one way ticket to get to Matilda. And Grandfather always takes care of the mourners. What a disgusting pig he is. I would never imagine parading around like that even if I was divorced 2 times.
I placed the note in a small drawer at the bottom of the vanity with the others, and picked up my golden hairbrush. I stroked my curly brown hair and stared at myself in the mirror.
Twenty five, you need a husband. It shouldn't be hard. You have money Nicole, that's good in any man's eyes…
I couldn't believe what I was saying. That's not what my mother had taught me. Money is not even important to me, and it never should be a replacement for love. Besides, there was no point in me trying to find a husband. I am overly controlling, and according to Grandfather "Too beautiful for these low life men of London." That statement is rude to begin with. The men here are kind and charming, just not the kind of charming I am searching for.
My mindless thoughts slowed as I placed the brush back and pressed powder onto my already pale face. After I had completed my facial routine, I dressed my hair in a striped bow and placed two small ringlets of hair on the sides of my face. I walked over to the door and opened it a crack and shouted for Aunt Matilda. When she approached the door she was smiling at me warmly.
"How may I serve you Mistress Nakkamorio?" She bowed slightly and looked up at me with her green eyes shining. I felt horrid for treating her as a servant, but she always was one. Even when Mother begged for her to be adopted as one of the family, Grandfather simply said that she was born a servant and she is meant to serve us. I turned to Aunt Matilda and frowned.
"Please…I told you not to call me by that title."
"B-but that's what you are. You are the heir to the household."
That was very true, but I tossed that thought away from my already spinning mind. "Well, anyway I need assistance with my Corset Matilda." I rubbed my head and pointed to the tall wardrobe in the corner of the room.
"Yes, of Course Mistress." She went running franticly to the wardrobe and I noticed her trip and fall.
"Take your time Auntie; I am in no hurry to get ready for today." I sat along the edge of my bed while she turned her head and stared at me.
She smiled and picked herself up and grabbed the corset, and returned to me not saying a word. She pinched my arm to get me to stand and then she wrapped the corset around me and began to tighten it. Oh how it feels to have your corset perfectly tied, you usually don't feel much at all. Once my corset was tied, Aunt Matilda pulled my favorite dress out and put it on. She sighed apathetically and placed her hand on my arm.
"You look just like her Nicole." I noticed a shaking in her voice. I knew she was about to break down, and it concerned me how I have never shed a tear for my mother since she has died.
"Au- Matilda I believe that you could use a well-deserved rest."
"Rest? I cannot do such a thing on a day like today! There are so many things to attend to for your grandfather!" she said as she grabbed her chest like she was having heart palpitations.
I sighed. "Very Well, but I do think it's best if you left me now."
She bowed her head gently and her face showed signs of pain and I am positive that I have hurt her. "Yes, Mistress."
She walked out very slowly and closed the doors with no noise at all. I rubbed my temples again I thought about getting some rest. I looked at the tempting silk sheets and gave into my demands. I slowly lied onto my bed and felt my eyes grow heavy. Everything around me was fading and I soon lulled myself to sleep. Then the nightmares came again. Every night they plague me, all because of a mistake.
"Nicole, we are leaving soon."
I looked up and saw my grandfather standing in the doorway. His long gray hair tied behind his head and his green eyes glowing in the background light. I rubbed my eyes and looked out the window. It was dusk already. I hurried and sat myself up and quickly walked over to my vanity to ready my hair once again. When it was fixed I walked towards the doorway.
"I am ready now Grandfather."
"Excellent, I just got news that our luggage that we need for the next few days is at the Farmhouse and the rest is being taken to the Titanic Darling."
"That's Wonderful news," I stared at my bedroom for the last time. All my memories, disappointments, and triumphs are in this house. But now I have to leave them forever on the flip of a dime. Sure I get to board the R.M.S Titanic, but if I had a choice, I would stay here. To live where my mother lived and to never forget the house of memories she built for me. "Wonderful….news…"
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Alukard Orell Konfer
April 5th, 1912

It has been two hundred and seven years. Two hundred and seven years since I last saw her. My quest for immorality has been fulfilled, but I still thirst to see her radiant face, framed with flowing aqua hair, and paired with eyes of the same shade; Showing nothing but cold blood and the heart of a murderer.
I hear my pocket watch chime with its usual melodious tune and I noticed that I was already late for my internship as a Tailor. I hopped up off the old creaking couch, quickly put on my long blue trench coat, and laced my boots. I walked over to the small, warped wooden end table and picked up my silver pistol and placed in the holder along my thigh. You can never be too careful, and this pistol was all the protection I had besides my own fangs. I stared around at the old decaying farmhouse, and I quickly opened the door and walked out.
Upon stepping outside I winced in pain. The sunlight, it burns. How I wish I didn't lose my hat so long ago. I adjusted the leather holder on my thigh and then examined the pistol. Two bullets left. If I don't make this Tailoring job, I'll be bankrupt. After all I can't even take care of my house. 185 years and its turning into a pile of scrap rather than a home. I walked down the cobble stone streets and turned onto a small dirt path that led to the Tailor's shop. As I opened the door I saw my teacher, Mr. Ellington and he was very displeased.
"You're late Alukard, very late." He was tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.
"I am terribly sorry Mr.-"
"I have no time for your excuses Alukard. We have a very important customer coming at dusk tonight, and I need you too close the shop."
"C-close the shop…?" I was mortified. The last thing I wanted to do was stay at the shop with him, at dusk. Darkness is my enemy and it consumes my soul every night.
"You heard me."
"Who is coming at dusk…?"
Mr. Ellington smiled. "The Nakkamorio family."
"Who..?" I had never heard of them in my life.
"Ah, a wealthy family from Germany who has come to England on personal business. The grandfather is very wealthy, and he wants a dress created for his granddaughter. So that she may have something to wear when they board the R.M.S Titanic, Surly you have heard of the Titanic Alukard?"
"Yes I have, it's one of the largest luxury liners ever built to date."
"And only the most wealthy, noted families get to board. Let alone first class like the Nakkamorio family. That is why I want you to impress the Grandfather completely with your excellent sewing and craftsmanship. But, you have to do the 4 other orders today along with the fittings."
I stepped back. "A-all of them..? Before dusk..?"
"Ah, Alukard…you shouldn't have been so late then. After all I am paying you aren't I..?" he waved his hands dramatically around.
"Actually Mr. Ellington, you aren't paying me at all…" I played with a stray lock of my black hair in embarrassment.
"Hmm, well maybe if you weren't always Russian…" he coughed. "Around, doing other things, then maybe I would."
I bit my tongue. He knew I was a Russian immigrant, and he abused that fact by not paying me. It's not like I could hide it either, my god forsaken accent was too thick to ignore.
"I'll start on the work right away sir…" I walked over to my little table and pulled out the paperwork for the orders for today. I looked at all of them and noticed that they didn't need to be completed until next week, so I pulled out the papers for the Nakkamorio Woman's dress. Filing through I noticed there wasn't a picture of the young lady. The sole reason I make this business thrive is because I construct a dress based on the woman's features, so that it would flatter her completely. Without a photograph, it was impossible for me.
"Mr. Ellington, was there a photograph for the Nakkamorio dress?"
"Well, unfortunately no. I know you usually need a photograph Alukard, but the Grandfather didn't have a recent enough one." He rubbed his forehead. "Ah! I have the letter!" He ran over to the large walnut desk that was in the corner of the shop. He picked up a medium sized envelope and walked over and handed it to me. "Here you are! The Grandfather has listed the young woman's measurements and depicted how she looks in this letter. I hope this will work."
I examined the letter:
Dear Mr. Henry Ellington,
My name is Cyndir Haka and I have a request for your newest tailor. My granddaughter shall be boarding the Titanic with the rest of the family and her dresses that she possesses now simply are not up to par for a woman who will be riding the titanic. All that I am asking is that you have him create a stunning dress by time we arrive to pick it up this evening. I am terribly sorry to say that I do not have a photograph of my darling granddaughter that is recent enough for this project. Her measurements are in an attachment with this letter and please do let the tailor know to leave some space in the upper chest area of the dress. Her bosom had grown a considerable amount, like my daughter's, and most of her dresses are fairly tight in that region. Since I have no photograph of her I shall explain her features: she has long flowing and curling brown hair paired with Aquamarine colored eyes. Her face is very thin and smooth and has considerable Asian features. She is a fairly lanky woman and I suggest giving her a dress that will shorten her a bit.
Sincerely,
Cyndir Haka
I placed the letter on my worktable. "This will work perfectly Mr. Ellington."
"Good, good. Now get to work! We don't have all day Alukard!" he walked away throwing his hands in the air.
I sighed and pulled out patterns, and my sewing kit from under the table. I thought about the letter and how the Grandfather was saying her bosom was too large, or something similar to that kind of an insult, and I decided that I would make a petticoat to pair with the dress. I needed to think of a color to suit the young lady, and I remembered that it said she had brown hair and blue eyes. I decided that a pale mint color would suit her nicely. I pulled the fabric and threaded my needle; I had a long night of work ahead of me.