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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Cal only chuckled and smiled down at her with pained eyes. "It was... I missed you, Em. When we get back, I want to hear every last little detail of your trip with Camilla. I love you so much."
 
"Then let's get you warm." Callum said. "Come on, let's get back and sit by the fire." Cal wrapped his arm around Emmalia's sides, then chuckled a bit. "You're lucky I love you, or I would've waited until you got cleaned up to kiss you."
 
Emmalia smiled a bit, then looked down at herself, seeing the drying blood that had gotten on her clothes and hands. The deer had been a clean kill, but she had picked up the dying rabbit. If she could have paled any, she would have. "W-where's this blood from?" More quietly, and with total terror in her voice, she asked, "Did I kill someone?" She felt weak and scared, but most of all confused, because she didn't remember drinking any blood.

At the moment, the excess of blood she had drunk took hold and she ran away from Callum to lean on a tree and throw up a very small amount of what she had drunk. Then cane the lethargy that always set in after she glutted, and she felt too weak to move away from the tree.
 
Callum quickly went to her aid, keeping her stable and holding her still in case she needed to get any more out of her system. After this, he lifted Emmalia up and attempted to walk her back to the castle. Seeing that she was still having difficulty, he hoisted her up into his arms and began to carry her back to the castle.
 
Emmalia closed her eyes and let Callum carry her. It reminded her vaguely of how he had carried her when she had been shot, before he had know she was a vampire. As he carried her, she asked in a quiet panic, "Callum, whose blood is this...? It smells like an animal but I don't remember killing anything."
 
"You killed a rabbit, and I deer. You don't remember?" Callum asked, bit confused at her lack of knowing. He figured she had either been so rushed that she didn't remember, or simply forgot due to all the things that had happened. "You'll be fine Emmalia, everything's going to be okay."
 
"A-a deer? I killed a deer?" There was a slight hint of panic in her voice. "Last I remember I was... I don't know, I was frustrated and I was in the woods with you, I don't know...." She hid her head against his chest, the lethargy starting to grip her tighter, slowing her thoughts and words.
 
Callum held Emmalia close to him as he carried her. "Everything's fine Emmalia. None of it's your fault. We can fix our mistakes together, you and me. I'll go back to how I was, I promise."
 
Emmalia heard his words and smiled slightly, even if she still wasn't sure exactly what her mistake had been. "Good. I love you, Cal."
 
"And I love you, Emmalia." Callum spoke and set Emmalia down on the bed when they got inside. He stayed there for a moment, taking in her beauty and brushing some hair out of her face. "You and I will make everything right again. I'm so sorry Emmalia."
 
Emmalia smiled slightly and said, "I forgive you, Callum." She tugged on his hand lightly, hoping he'd sit on the bed just so could be that much closer to her. After some hesitation, she squeezed his hand and said, "I'm scared, Cal. I don't know why I snapped like that - it's like I was vamped, but I don't know why, there was no human blood. I-I don't know and that scares me."
 
Callum stayed by her side on the bed and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I understand Em. I'm not sure either, but we can figure that out later. Right now, you should rest. It's been a pretty traumatic day for us both, and the last thing we need is to go without sleep. I'll stay with you if you'd like."
 
Callum nodded and leaned down, kissing Emmalia's head before standing up. "I'll be back soon, Love. If you need anything while I'm gone, just call out and a servant should fetch me." Callum spoke quietly and remained still for a moment, then turned out the door and went to look for the Steward.
 
Emmalia was already asleep a few moments later.

The Steward had listened in on Emmalia and Cal when they were initially in the chamber, and he had been proud of himself for so thoroughly convincing Callum of how to do things. He saw no threat from Emmalia at that time, and left to spy on some servants. Now that Callum had returned, he waited in the strategy room where he normally was. "Ah, Lord Cross! Welcome back. I'm sure things went well with your fiance?"
 
"Yes, things went well." Callum spoke in a dark, grizzly voice. "So well in fact that I've decided I like the old me. The old Callum Cross. I'm going to set free the prisoners we've acquired over the past month, and we'll compensate them for the efforts from the treasury."
 
The Steward acted hurt and confused. "But M'Lord, you yourself saw the sense behind those actions, they are no less sensible now than they were then." He hoped he could still manipulate Callum.
 
"I see that your time here among the living is over and that you're finished taking control of me." Callum said and balled his fist "You must understand that I'd rather have a short rule and a merry one than a long rule where my own servants fear me."
 
Hoping to turn Callum's strength into a weakness, Steward said, "But what about your Lady? If you are attacked or dethroned, she will be too. And unlike you, she can actually perish with a touch of silver."

Emmalia had woken up a bit in the other room, though she was still exhausted. The fear that coursed through her prevented her from being able to sleep soundly. Perhaps this was an effect of the potion? One of those journals Callum had taken of Ander's might include the information. She looked around and found his pack, taking a book from it, then returning to bed as she started thumbing through the pages. Only seconds after opening it, her eyes widened and a chill ran through her body. As she vividly remembered everything she was reading, from the experiments to worse, she felt sick and dizzy, and while she desperately wanted to stop reading, she couldn't make herself stop.
 
Callum knew Steward was trying to get in his head, but still, the thought of losing Emmalia carried such a heavy weight on his shoulders that he'd almost felt inclined to resume what he had been doing before - but Callum made a promise. "I'll make sure she's fine. She's strong enough to take on just about anything, and I'm here to help her with the things she can't."
 
Steward shook his head. "But M'Lord, what if the servants learn she's a vampiress? One of them would surely try to kill her, unless they feared you." Of course any servant would still try to kill her, but the Steward was just grasping at straws.
 
"Enough. I tire of hearing you talk.' Callum waved his hand. "Say your final goodbyes to this place, and welcome the only person who'll ever be happy to see you." Callum spoke a bit louder than before, as his hands began to light up with a dark flame. He didn't allow The Steward to say much else though, before conjuring his magic to trap his soul in a way only known by Death's Reapers. After this encounter, Callum felt himself rather drained and went back towards the bedroom Emmalia and him shared.
 
Emmalia was still staring at the open journal, pale, dizzy, and ill. She didn't knwo how much she had read - far too much, but she couldn't stop. It made her panic inwardly, and it disgusted her, but she couldn't brin herself to stop. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought, Cal read this? but she couldn't fully realize it, or anything else, really. She just sat on the floor with her back against the bed and the journal in her hands.
 
Callum had walked in with a smile on her face, ready to have a nice long nap with his Emmalia - but ended up frowning at the scene before him. "What's wrong, Em..." He saw the open book and his words trailed off. He wasn't sure what to say, and only stepped close and wrapped Emmalia in a hug.
 

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