When Rosaleen's parents died she was forced into the custody of her uncle who once she came of age, (17) married her off to a young noble, who has a deadly secret.


Rosaleen:

Hamlet De Villaamil
The young noble of 28 years (in reality 380 years old), in which Rosaleen's uncle has married her off to. This is their tale.

Rosaleen sighed and stood in front of the mirror. She still wore the constricting wedding dress her uncle's servents had shoved her into this evening for the wedding. She looked down at the diamond now weighing down her left hand. Rosaleen Vilaamil was now her name. She shead a silent tear at the thought of losing her maden name but quickly wiped it away as she heard foot steps outside the door and the rap of knuckles on the door.

"Pardon my intrusion but may I ask if I can come in? That is if you are decent, of course," Hamlet's voiced rumbled softly but deepy from the other side of the door, which was to be his bride's room. Hamlet could not allow her to sleep with him or allow her to be near him since he slept in a velvet-cushioned lined coffin during brightness of day, very much likemhis archaic ancestors before him.

He waited for the answer not allowing himself to barge in and scare his bride away, being the gentleman that Hamlet was raised to be. He will give her some space get use to the idea of being forcefully married to an older man like him and allow herself to familiarise with his dark, dismal and dimly-lit castle except limiting her juristictions to the dungeons, cellar and basement where he spends most of his time in. The basement being his bedroom, the cellar his study and the dungeons where he keeps his 'pets' if one could call the bats and wolves pets.

Rosaleen tried to find her voice to tell him to go away and leave her alone, but she couldn't bring herself to speak. Instead she took the braids out of her long blond hair and allowed it to fall against her shoulders and back gracefully. She walked over to the door and opened it. She didn't look up at him but she stepped aside so he could enter if he so wished.

When she first arrived he had explained to her that he had a skin disease where he could not go out in the sun for then two hours a day, hence why their wedding had started once the sun went down. He also explained to her that this castle was very old, and that she was to stay either on the first floor or the second floor during the day, and not to wonder the castle at night.

When Hamlet saw that the door was opened, he thanked the fair blonde for allowing himself in, knowing that it was minute but nonetheless a good sign that she was slowly opening up, though he kept his hopes down knowing that even letting himself feel such things would break his heart just as he has discovered through his years of roaming the earth.

Facing his young bride, Hamlet found himself not being able stop staring at Roasleen. The way her long blonde tendrils of flowed so smoothly, framing her small doll-like face where the kohl black long lashes obscured the glimmering gems that were her gray green eyes.

'Had she been crying?' Were his thoughts as he reached out to cup her face, feeling the warmth that he desired to have, the gentle flows of blood that flowed through the small capillaries. The very essence of mortality. However he stopped himself, knowing that throughout the matrimonial ceremony the tension he felt, even now, that his wife did not find the idea of being married to him a pleasant one. So he stopped himself pocketed his hand inside his black, gold trimmed cloak.

Pulling out a small glass bel he held it out to Rosaleen, offering it to her, waiting for her to take it before he could explain the use of it.

Rosaleen froze up when he touched her face, expecting a slap like her uncle payed her many times before. Instead he held it almost...lovingly. She looked at him confused when he let go then handed her a glass bell. She took it in her small hands and held it gently. She noticed how he kept staring at her, Could he tell I was crying? She asked her self running a finger under her eyes just incase a few stray tears still lingered.

She looked back up at him. He was much taller then her, and his hair was longer. It fell to below his back and was curly, where as hers only went to mid-back and had a wavy look and feel to it. He still wore his wedding suit with the red rose in the pocket. Suddenly she realized that she would need help undressing, and she had seen no servents when he gave her the tour of the house earlier. She flushed at the thought of his long white fingers unlacing her dress and Corset.

Allowing a small smile of bemusement on his face when she accepted the bell in confusion. It was... cute when she was some what out of her comfort zone but not too much to the point that she was fearful and suspicious of him.

Coughing lightly to catching her attention, Hamlet explained himself, "As your Uncle seemed to have forgotten to provide you with any of his servants I'll allow you some of mine," pointing to the glass bell being cradled in her small hands he continued, "That bell in your hands is what you will be using to call your personal servant of this house with. The candidates are in the parlor waiting to be chosen by you, my lady."

Heaidng towards the door, he look over his cloaked shoulder, silently ushering her to follow him.

Not wanting to be left alone Rosaleen silently followed him, a little smile playing on her lips. Her own servent? She'd lived with her uncle since she was 8, and she'd never had her own personal Servent, just the ones her uncle told to take care of her from time to time when he remembered she was there.

She followed him downstairs and into the parlor where a group of young women and men stood waiting for them in a line. She was confused again, as to how she should go about choosing, she had no idea what she needed other then a female servent who could help dress her.

"Ummm....My lord. Could you help me choose one....please?" She asked hoping he would say no. You stupid girl...He took you away from your friends and everyone back home, and brought you to this dark danky castle, where he wants to keep you as a pet, restricting you from going places, keeping you in your room half the night....And you ask him for help! She screamed at herself in her head.

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Wincing slightly when he felt and heard the severity of the angry words that was being said through her head, Hamlet recomposed himself before anyone especially his bride picked on it. This is one of the negatives of being a creature of the night, this ability of telepathy allowed Hamlet to hear thoughts he shouldn't as to allow his kind to manipulate their prey easily. It was the way of the vampire, as his father has always said.

"Yes, of course my lady. Ladies and gentlemen, please all leave exlcuding Theodore and Tutti." Hamlet ordered in which all the men and women except for the two youthful looking servants, whom appeared about Rosaleen's age, whom had stayed.

Coaxing the youths towards Rosaleen, Hamlet introduced her to them, "My lady, this is Theodore, he'll be the one that'll take care of you when you fill ill, he worked under my physician so he'll take care of you when the time comes. He is also the person you'll come asking when you have questions when I am not available."

Theodore whom was quite tidy looking besides his messy brown hair greeted her with a smile and bow, "Good evening to ya, Mistress. I'm Theodore as my master has said." He had somewhat of a cockney accent but it was disguised well enough to fool some.

"And this is Tutti, she is your personal maid who shall help you dress, bathe and what not. She shall also be accompanying you have the need to go outside either for town or a stroll, or when you need to go shopping along with my chaperone." Hamlet always spoke softly, only ever raising his voice when felt the need to. Even now the tone of his voice seemed soft despite the deepness of it.

Tutti, a prim and quite cheerful young maid, curtsied before Rosaleen. "Good evening, young Mistress. I'm Tutti your personal maid I'll be helping with everything around here, except for Theodore's jobs." Tutti's curled red pigtails bounced somewhat when she came back up, her glittering emeralds shinging quite cheerfully despite the darkness of the castle.

Rosaleen thought it odd that These two seemed do young, yet she could sense an oldness to them. The same with Hamlet. She smiled and curtsied, to Theodore and Tutti then turned to her husband. "Will we be eating dinner together? Or is that another thing I shall be doing by myself besides sleeping and spending the day?" She asked in a slightly testy voice.

She had met daughters of other nobles who married before her, they always spoke of how there husbands did everything from Bathing to walking into town in the middle of the afternoon with them. She didn't understand why she was so unappilling to this man that he would not to ever want to see her.

A part of her was glad that there would be no constimating, (Finalizing the wedding/marrige by "Going to bed" with each other) it seemed, while another felt as if she was not good enough for this young Noble. She hid that part deep inside the strong face she had learned to hold while growing up with her uncle who would hit her at every sign of weakness or tear.

"Dinner will be served at 6 every afternoon and I will be dining with you." Hamlet replied calmly, checking his pocket watch to see that there was thirty minutes before dinner was prepared and served to them. This'll allow him sometime to do catch up on his research.

"We still have half an hour before dinner shall be served. Until then please feel free to do what you please." Hamlet then began heading towards one of the main hallways but before he left the parlor entirely, he glanced over his shoulder to give one warning. "But please keep in mind that you are not allowed to venture into the lower levels of the castle, especially at night. I will see you then, my lady."

Hamlet then disappeared around the corner, going down various hallways and corridors before reaching the staircase which lead into the darkness. There he descended down disappearing into the very depths of the dimly lit stairwell that led to the cellar also known as his primary study room, a room where he spent most of his time there, reading.

Rosaleen sighed then turned to Tutti. "Does my husband own any other dresses? This one is teribbly stiff, and digging into my sides." She asked with a sad sigh. She didn't know why, but she wanted to know more about this man...Well maybe she did know why....he was her husband and already he was leaving her alone.

She took Tutti's hand before she could answer and pulled her up to her room. She looked through her closet and found a blue silk dress which laced in the front with white lace, completely unaproprate for a woman of her age, but she had to body to pull it off so she had Tutti unlace her dress left her corset on then wiggled into the dress.

It pushed her breast up and made her look slimer which she liked, the skirt was pleeded and flumed out around her hills. She liked how the top sort of seemed like a corset in it's own will. She turned to Tutti with a smile. "How do I look?" She asked twirling around for her. Truth be told she felt like a princess.

Tutti smiled cheerily. The dress definitely suited the new Mistress, it brought out her golden locks, matched well with her gray green eyes and complimented her skin. "It looks perfect on you, young Mistress! The colour definitely brings out your perfections to light!" Was Tutti's answered as she laced up the laces infront of the dress, being mindful not to be too tight but not too loose at the same time.

Once she was done Tutti gave her a once over before smiling and nodding in approval. "And to answer your former question yes, my master does own other dresses. Most of them belong to his late Mother though whilst others..." Tutti hesitated, a look of doubt coming onto her features but quickly changed from to a smile and also a change in the subject.

"If young Mistress has any questions about Master, I'm free to ask. Theo, is probably in the gardens fetching the herbs along with Master's head Physician. So he won't be available for for the moment." Tutti said curtsying once again to Rosaleena.

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Meanwhile, Hamlet read through a book of the occult and black magic, trying his best to find a cure to his vampirism and finially grant his desire to be human and mortal. It has been occupying his mind for almost one hundered and eighty years already and he has yet to find the perfect concoction or spell to undo it this curse or disease.

Right now, he was currently reading about a black magic caused plague that was used by the Ancients many thousands of years ago to curse those who have done wrong. The symtoms of this plague were similar to those of his vampirism, hope began to swell in his chest once again but he kept it in check. Hamlet must be realistic, he had must not let himself be fooled into believing that every and any possible spell or cure will finally rid him of his immortality and live life as a mortal human.

A creature of the light and of creation, not destruction and darkness.

As Hamlet waited patiently for Theodore and his head Physician to come to him with the ingredients that his gardners had grown, he let his mind wander for a bit letting himself rest from the constant reading for the past minutes. Sighing tiredly, being an immortal was excrutiating.

Every year, month, week, day, hour minute and second felt like an eternity to Hamlet that he found himself lost in the passing of time and not botheirng to remember the time since it didn't matter to him since he couldn't possibly be killed unless he went out towards the sunlight and be ashed to dust, staked to the heart or set himself on fire. But like the coward he was, Hamlet feared death just like any creature capable of feeling did.

Thus was the reason why he isolated himself far from society and civilization, to live a life of a Hermit. Which was why Hamlet was quite shocked to be wedded to Rosaleen. Speaking of Rosaleen, Hamlet couldn't get her out of his mind. Everytime he thought of that name, Hamlet saw the soft feather pink lips, the smooth softness of her skin, the luscious blonde lock and the... blood that ran through her veins. Shaking his mind from the last thought he focused on the other and more beautiful aspects of her.

'Oh Rosaleen.... how I desire to be with you... I wonder what you are doing as of this moment...' Were Hamlet's thoughts as he mind delve further and further into the serene calm that he found in the blonde woman. But not matter how much he focused on the other aspects of her, Hamlet always found himself wondering what her blood would taste like, how the blood would look tainting the beautitful fair skin and to feel the flows of blood that the heart is pumping to keep her alive and healthy.

'Do you taste as sweet as you look?...'

Rosaleen flushed as Tuttie laced her and compliemented her. She decided she would like to look around the castle. She told Tuttie she wished to see the library and begged her to take her there. Once there she asked tutti to fetch her some tea. Making sure she was gone, Rosaleen then set about exploring the castle, The floor she was on now, was quite boring. So she went down stairs to the bottom floor and began exploring.

She came to a set of stairs which lead down to what she thought might be the basement. She remembered Hamlet asking...nor Ordering her not to go down here. She scoffed, why should her husband keep such a place secret? Did he keep an underground brothel? She imagined coming apond him in the act with a whore while he wouldn't even touch her other then the quick cold peck at there wedding.

She walked onto the landing and shut the door behind her. It was chilly down here and smelled of Mildue. Good luck getting me to clean this place. she said to herself as she walked down the stairs. It seemed to be a completely different living area. Where she stood now was like a massive sitting room, with a red velvet love seat, matching arm chairs, couches, and table. She left that room and walked into another. It was a bed room, with candle stands in the corner but instead of a bed there was a coffin surrounded by damp earth. She walked over to it and ran her hand along the top.

Her finger snagged on a piece of lining on the coffin and cut open. It dropped little drops of blood on the coffin in the shape of a cross. She frowned and wiped it off then stuck her finger in her mouth. "Ouch." She whispered sucking on the blood so it would stop bleeding. She froze.....It had just clicked in her head.

His cold embrace, his pale skin..But her skin was pale also....His warnings to stay out of the basement....The coffin she now stood next to wiping her blood off of.....Was he a.....She suddenly got dizzy....Oh no...She thought as her nose began to drip blood. Oh Shoot, She thought holding a hand to her nose and looking around for something....She saw a pile of shirts sitting on the dresser and she ran over and held one to her nose.

Snapping out his trance like state, Hamlet's acute hearing picked up on a slight stirring coming from his bedroom. Frowning a bit and somewhat darkly, Hamlet got up from his armchair going into his bedroom. Hamlet's servants knew to always come announced as to allow him to know who came in through his private quarters.

'If it was Theodore coming in, I should have picked up on him... Was I too deep in thought or too distracted?' Were Hamlet's thoughts as he walked towards his bedroom door, grasping the knob and turning to open the door. He was suddenly hi by a sweet scented whiff from the door. Eyes widening in terror, he quickly open his door hoping that it wasn't true but fearing the worst any way.

Barging into his own room, he saw his bride bleeding staining his clean white shirts with her blood. He was hit even stronger by the sweet delectable scent of her blood, covering his mouth to stop him from drooling and prevent Rosaleen from seeing his now growing fangs.

Grasping the doorframe tightly, he breathed heavily, feeling his inner bloodlust urging him, commanding him to feast and taste the blood of his bride. Hamlet shook his head trying to rid of that mocking inner voice that was commanding him to resist his instincts.

"Rosaleen...what are you doing here?" Hamlet breathed out his normally soft but deep rumble now laced with something demonic and evil, his red eyes glowing slightly. "I told you not to come here!"

"I..I'm sorry. I got bored, and I wanted to know what you kept so secret down here...But I'm alergic to Dust, it makes my nose bleed." She said turning to look at him with horror. She knew he would punish her for disobying. She deserved what ever Punishment he seemed fit.

She looked at him still wide eyed. He seemed to be fighting the erge to do something....She pulled the shirt away, releved that she had stopped bleeding. She clinched the shirt in her hands and looked down biting her bottom lip. A tear fell from her eyes to the stone floor beneath her.

She hadn't ment to anger him, she justed wanted to see all of her new home. He would most likely give her back to her horrible uncle, Sayin she was to disobediant and immature. She sighed and looked back up at him. She would take this with as much grace as one covered in blood and holding a bloody t-shirt could.

Rosaleen turned and staired at him in horror. "I...I'm sorry. I grew bored, and I wished to explore the castle. I wanted to know what the big secret was down here. But...I'm allergic to Dust, it makes my nose bleed." She said looking down so that her hair fell over her face. She hadn't ment to anger her but she had, dispite her meaning.

She didn't dare look up, she knew that any second he might rush at her and attack. She had disobyed him and in the process angered him. She knew he would punish her, and she deserved any punishment he gave her. A few tears fell from her bright blue eyes to the stone floor below her.

She pulled the shirt away, glad that she had stopped bleeding. She clutched the blood soaked shirt in her small deleciate hand, cause a little stream of blood to drip on the ground. She looked back up at him with tearfull and fearfull eyes. He seemed to be fighting the erge to do something. She tried to seem strong, well as strong as one covered with blood on her face, hands, and dress, and holding a bloody shirt could seem.

Breathing heavily, Hamlet did his best to control his bloodlust, as he took laboured steps towards her, releasing his hand from his mouth to show his pointed canines, his red eyes looked glaze and his vision turning red and somewhat fuzzy.

"Rosaleen, I forgive you...but please get away from here and tell Tutti to get my head butler here..." Even his voice that now sounded laboured as if there were two people talking at the same time, his voice and a demons, mixing together.

Now, Hamlet was close to Rosaleen, he felt himself, unwillingly, reaching out to her cupping her face, tilting it gently to the side, exposing her bare neck, the smell of her blood still hung heavy in the air even smelt delicious. And the horrifed look of fear on her face made it all the more sweeter, accompanied by the rapidly beating heart.

Slowly, he lowered his head ready to puncture the beautiful flawless neck.

"Ha...Hamlet? What are you doing?" Rosaleen asked, her voice barley a whisper. She was scared out of her mind by the way he was acting. She had never been with a man, but she had also never heard of a man taking a womans face and hovering over her neck.

She made to step back but could not escape his grasp. "Ha...Hamlet your scaring me." She cried pressing her hands against his chest. Her neck hurt from him holding it to the side, and the vein in it stuck out against her pale snowy skin. She was understand what was wrong with him.

She pressed with all her might against him trying to get him away from her, but she couldn't get any footing. It was like pushing against a stone wall.

[[Sorry it took so long]]
Hamlet could feel the demon inside him, smirking with triumph as Hamlet lost yet another battle with his inner demon. The demon inside laughed mockingly, laughing at his failure to rpevent yet another death of one of his brides once again. It power over im was far too strong for him to resist, Hamlet should know that by now, but time and time again he amde the same mistake., cornering each of his brides to a corner before draining and bathing in their life's essence.

Hamlet's fangs grazed Rosaleen skin, drawing little blood as he licked it and moaned in sweet pleasure and delight. The blood was indeed sweet, comparable to that of the gods' ambrosia wine. It made him want more. To draw more of it out, tainting the soft pale skin below him.

'You're such a pathetic man, Hamlet. You should have learned by now, that you cannot resist your instincts. Your a creature of the night, born to drain the life of innocents souls like her and walk a life of damned lonliness.' It hissed, showing a various memories of every attempt Hamlet made to imitate the human lifestyle, each time failing badly.

One death after another. Each death slowly releasing the repressed and pent up anger that Hamlet had tried to suppress. 'No...I cannot...I WILL not do this again! I will resist you!' Hamlet countered the demon's hold on him, managing to get back his control of his body, pushing his bride away from him, as he grasp his head, battling the internal battle as he roared with painful agony and anger.

"Rosaleen...Get away from here NOW! Get Zaberisk here!" Hamlet managed out, managed to grab control over his body once again before as he once again let out another roar of pain, grasping his head, screaming his lungs out, reeking havoc and causing the coffin to fall with a loud SLAM as he knocked it over. Making a mess of his room and clawing the walls.

Hamlet De Villaamil looked like an out control monster, comprable to that of an insane demon, battling and trying to kill an unknown adversary. To those that known Hamlet well, knew whom he was battling.

His own inner demon. Bloodlust.

Rosaleen fell to the ground and looked up at Hamlet as he trashed around like a mad man. She held a hand over her neck, where he had somehow cut, then licked clean. A Sensual sensation, but a werid one. She jumped up as he told her to Go get the man named Zeberisk. Crying she tore upstairs and ran into Theadore and another young man.

"I Don't know who Zeberisk is, But Hamlet went crazy when my nose started to bleed. He's down stairs hurry!" She yelled as they both took of running downstairs. Rosaleen herself went into her room and locked the door. She jumped onto her bed and curled up in a ball. She was unsure of what she had just witnessed. She brought her hand back up to her neck which was still bleeding.

She got up and went into the bathroom, where she found some sticky tape like stuff, some Gauze, and a pair of sheirs. She covered the wound so she would stop bleeding. Once it was covered, just a small portion of the right side of her neck had the gauze taped to it. She sighed and ran a hand over the bruises on her chin from where he had held it.

What was to become of her? She had married a madman, and no one could help her. She looked down at her dress, thankfully she hadn't managed to get any blood on it. But there were blood all over her face and hands, She had left the shirt on the floor when he pushed her. She took a shaky breath and washed her hands of all traces of blood, and her face also.

As Theodore and Zaberisk ran down the dark stairwells of Hamlet's quarters running through the study and into the 'bedroom' that their Master was now thrashing and making a mess of. Zaberisk, whom was Hamlet's Head Butler and physican knew of his Master's pain and restrained him, since he was a powerful Pureblood as his young master struggled to get out of his painful grasp. Turning to Theodore, the young vampire whom he took as his apprentice, ordered the trembling teen whom had never seen his master act the way he was now.

"Theodore, go into the room that we just entered and look through one of his desk drawers. There should be a vial of blood that should sate his hunger for now until the next Hunt. Until then, all we can do is just satisfy Bloodlust with what we have got." Zaberisk ordered calmly, strengthening his hold on the thrashing young master.

Theodre nodded dumbly, as he scampered out of the bedroom and into the study, looking frantically for the desk that his teacher had mentioned. Managing to find it, he began rummaging through the drawers until he found he vial in question before running back to his teacher whom had now pinned the young master Hamlet onto his back. Zaberisk silently ushered his assistant to him as he held Hamlet's mouth open.

Knowing what to do, Theodore stepped closer towards Hamlet, before shoving the lip of the vial into Hamlet's mouth before tilting it to let the blood flow out and into his master's hungry mouth. When all the blood was downed and gone, the crazed look in Hamlet's eye turn from glazed to its dull red glimmer. Hamlet's breathing became normal and so did the pain in his head. But all too soon, he broke down burying his face into his hands in shame.

"Theodore, I would like to have a word with Master alone please." Zaberisk said placidly as he did his best to calm the now trembling master. This earnt him a nod from the apprentice and a silently closed door.

"What happened Hamlet?" Zaberisk asked gently, knowing that his Master'e current state was soemwhat unstable as of current.

"She knows... Rosaleen knows! I... I almost bit her too... I could not control it..." the once proud man broke out, his shame and fear were evident in his tone. "She must hate me now! She'll call in the mob and have all of us killed!"

Zaberisk slapped his young master out of his hysterics as the young Master of the De Villaamil stared in astoundment.

"She shall not as I shall be the one to talk to her about this matter. Rest assured Master Hamlet, I will not hurt your Rosaleen but I will talk to her."

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Meanwhile, Theodore was coming to check up on Tutti only to see her outside his mistress' door. He questioned her about it Only to have the girl answer that the Mistress wanted to be left alone. Theodore dismissed her and rapped his knuckles against the door.

((Just to give you a heads up I am going to be extremely slow since I am doing this from my Ipod))

((I didn't know you could!))

Rosaleen brought her face out of her hands at the sound of knocking on her door. She hesitantly walked over and opened the door a crack. "Yes, Come in." She said opening so the young man could enter. "Is Hamlet all right?" She asked nervously.

While cleaning herself up, she had came to the conclusion that perhaps he just had a mental problem, explaining why he had acted the way he had, and blood, or the color red was the trigger. Deciding that was so, she had changed out of the red dress she had adorned earlier and into a blue velvet one much like the red one, only the blue one had a hood, and a tighter corset was needed since the fabric was tighter.

She had managed to lace it; somewhat sloppily, Herself. And she looked presentable with her face repowdered and her make-up re-done. She smiled at the young servent and motioned for Tuttie to enter. She wished to go see Hamlet and apologize for causeing him so much pain.

((Yeah but it is a huge pain =_=+))

"Master is currently being treated by Zaberisk, our head Butler as well as physician so he should be alright now." Theodore said happily placing his full trust into his teacher's abilities to take care of Hamlet.

Tutti came in and was shocked at the way that Rosaleen had laced it and began fussing over her. "Young Mistress shouldn't be fretting over these things! Afterall you do want to look your best for young Master! But on the sidenote, this dress really does compliment much if your assets greatlyuch better than your previous choice! Young Mistreas does have good taste!" Tutti smiled happily as she redid the laces once again making sure that her Mistress could breathe but the dress wasn't too loose on her.

"Ahem, since we have five minutes why don't we all go to the dining room? I'm sure that our head chef won't mind us being punctual." Theodore coughed out, when Tutti told him to turn around when his Mistress was decent.

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Hamlet whom was then accompanied by his trusted companion Zaberisk began to make their way to the dinning room as they discuss on what they should do about Rosaleen. Hopefully, they wouldn't resort to kill her, since Hamlet had come to love her even though they have been together for a short time.

Zaberisk assured the young master that no harm will come to her an that they'll just explain to her the circumstances and pray to the
vampiric gods that she'll believe them and not cause the mob to come charging at their doors.