Vladimir smirked when she asked why he had wanted to know. He stood after her, "Simply because I don't wish to go another month before seeing you again." he said with a shrug, and chuckled at her last statement. "I won't. I'll leave to the outer lands like I've been doing. I won't take a life unless it's already facing death." he said truthfully. He moved for the door, smiling at the princess. "Yet, you didn't answer my first question." he pressed playfully.
She rolled her eyes and smiled. She pressed a finger to her lips and opened the door, with that she walked out the door and said nothing. While she waited outside the library she tried to think of a way to say what she had wanted to say, but no words came to her to describe it. She sighed and shook her head. She looked at the wall and closed her eyes as she thought.
Vladimir fell silent, a smirk on his lips. He could tell the princess had something in mind, though whether she was hiding it, or just didn't have the words, he did not know. He slipped out of the library after the princess, and watched her silently. He mused over the different possibilities as he watched the princess. There were numerous things that could be the reason a royal didn't feel complete. Some of which seemed more amusing than others. He bit back the chuckle that bubbled in his throat as he thought, and ducked into a shadowed alcove when he heard footsteps approaching the corridor in which they stood. It would not due for the princess to be found alone with some man, and much worse that he was a vampire.
Allessandra looked around when she heard footsteps coming in their direction. She tensed, thinking that it may have been her father. When a mere servant walked by, she sighed in relief softly. However this brought to mind that if she wanted to get him to this place she had spoken of, she would have to act normal. She looked around cautiously and then turned to the right and walked down the hall. She looked back only once, to make sure that he was following her and was staying in the shadows. When she passed servants, she nodded in their direction and walked on as they bowed or curtsied. She hated to have to ignore them and wished to talk to them, but that was against her father's rules. She sighed and shook her head. Eventually she reached a giant wooden door. It was an old library and a gift to her. Only she entered it anymore and the servants were told to never tend to it. She opened the door and walked in.
Vladimir silently followed Allessandra, hiding in alcoves, or just overly shadowed areas as needed. He slipped into the new room after the princess, careful to make sure no one else was watching when he did. He gazed around the room, and chuckled softly. "Another library?" he asked teasingly as he moved father into the room, and turned to grin at the princess. He could tell by the dust in corners that it wasn't a room that occupied very many people. He scanned over a few titles, recognizing a few as copies from the previous library. He glanced at the princess before finding a seat in one of the chairs. "I'm guessing this is your personal library?" he asked lightly, grinning, "Otherwise I'm sure you wouldn't have brought me here." he chuckled.
She looked at him and nodded. She looked back at the library and walked to one of the shelves. She smiled and took a book of the shelf. She turned back to him and walked to a table. She set the book down and looked him over once again. She smiled and walked over to a chair. She sat down and watched him.
"It is. A gift from my father actually." she said. She smiled and looked around the library once more. She had not been here in more than a year and the dust was heavy in the corners of the room. She shook her head and looked back to him.
Vladimir looked at the book she had placed on the table, and smiled. "Is that your way of telling me you want me to read?" he joked lightly, watching her as she found a place to sit. It was getting later in the night, but Vladimir was happy to have the princess' company. "Thank you, by the way. I've been living in caves and abandoned homes for sometime. It will be nice to have a warm place to sleep." he chuckled softly, and stood to pick up the book. He opened it gently, scanning over the title, and a few pages, thoughtful. He was still curious about his unanswered question, but he wasn't going to pester the princess. She would tell him eventually, or not.
She nodded and kept watching him. She smiled as he looked at the book. She really had missed him, for some reason this nagged at her constantly. Although she had been busy for that month, and several things had happened, she couldn't help but wish the ceasefire hadn't happened. She had come to love every moment she spent with him and the ceasefire had taken some of that time away from her. " Of course," she said in reply to both the question and the comment.
Vladimir chuckled, and approached the princess. He sat on the floor in front of her, back to her like usual, and set the book in his lap. "Then rest, princess. I'll read as long as you wish." He chuckled, and flipped to the first page, and began to read.
Allesandra smiled and listened as he read. She loved it when he read, it calmed her. She leaned back in the chair and listened to his voice. She closed her eyes and smiled as she listened.
Vladimir read for a long time, at least until he noticed the princess asleep in the chair behind him. He set the book aside, and quietly stood. He peered at her for a moment, then moved silently around the library. He read titles, scanned through a few books, and otherwise, meandered around the library until dawn. When he started to feel tired, he moved back to the princess, gently shaking her shoulder. "Princess. It's almost morning. You should probably go to your bed." he said softly.
Allessandra blinked sleepily and stood. She looked at Vladimir and nodded. "You're right," she mumbled. Although she knew she should leave, she didn't want to.
Vladimir smiled, "If you think no one will notice, I'll help you to your room."He offered with a soft chuckle. He yawned slightly, but shook his head. He was determined to see the princess off to lessen the chances of someone coming for her and seeing him.
Allessandra looked at him and thought. She shook her head and looked at the door. At this hour, no one was up in the castle, well...except for Allessandra and Vladimir.
"No one is up yet, " she said, looking over to him.
Vladimir nodded, and easily slipped his arms under the princess, lifting her from the chair. He cradled her against him, and moved for the door. "Just point the way." He said with a smile and silently slipped from the library.
Allessandra looked up at him. She looked away and pointed to the left. She didn't want him to see how her cheeks flamed when he had picked her up. She directly refused to look at him. A thought occurred to her. Could she be....in love with him? Was that why she couldn't think of what to say and why her heart was racing in her chest? 'No...it can't be, but...what else could it be?' she thought.
Vladimir silently followed her directions until they reached her room. He had memorized the path so that it wouldn't be hard to find his way back and forth if he needed. He slipped into the room, quietly pushing the door closed behind him with his foot. He glided over to the large bed, and set the princess down, and smiled. "There we are. Nice and comfy." He joked lightly, his voice soft and barely above a whisper. He stood, but something kept him from retreating away from the bed. He watched the princess, his mind foggy from need of sleep.
Allessandra looked up at him, her face still a little red. She looked away and crawled under the blanket. She looked down at her hands. She didn't want him to leave, but how would she explain his presence in her room? She couldn't think of a way.
Vladimir sighed softly and turned for the door. Something told him to stay, but there was far to great a chance at being discovered. How would they explain it? He would either have to kill innocent men, or be killed himself should he be discovered. He paused, halfway to the door. What was he doing? Why was it so difficult to return to his hiding place. He turned, and looked where the princess lay again, he opened his mouth to say something, and quickly closed it again. What was there to say? He faced the door again, but didn't move. "I'll stay here as long as you want me to. Only should you ask me to leave, and I will obey." He finally managed softly, and quickly disappeared to the library where she had said no one would find him. He found a chair in a far corner, one that would keep anyone from seeing him before he knew they were there, and curled in it, easily drifting to sleep.
Allessandra looked around the room and sighed. She longed to run to the library. She longed to be where he was, but she knew that if she was in the library all the time it would look suspicious. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She threw the blanket off of herself and started to pace the room. Soon the servants awoke and came to find her.
Vladimir slept restlessly in the library, something continuously pulling at his mind. Had he honestly fallen in love with a human? A princess, to say the least of his issues. He had never expected that, and how in the world was he going to say anything? He rolled in the chair, legs flung over one arm, the other used as his pillow. He wouldn't. He couldn't. She was a human princess. She was human. It's not that he didn't like that fact. He rather enjoyed her as a human. It was the fact that he was a vampire, and quite possibly, she wouldn't return his emotions because of that. Not to mention the people of her kingdom would probably never accept him if she did return his love. She would be cast out as a lover of demons and monsters.
A memory came to his dreams. Another human girl who had fallen in love with a vampire. Or so she thought. She and the vampire had wanted to get married. Happily skipping along, she eventually told her father. Vladimir shifted again. The girl was told to leave the village and never come back, or to lure the vampire there that night so the village could kill him. The unfortunate part? The part that made Vladimir leap awake? She had turned on the vampire out of fear of being cast from her family. She lead the vampire to what she thought was going to his death. Instead, the vampire ended up destroying the village. Partly out of revenge for the broken heart, and partly to save his own life from certain death. Vladimir's chest heaved as he shook the memory from his mind. After a moment, the fear that had clutched at him finally shifted. He finally calmed.
It was midday, that he could tell by his instincts. Yet, he couldn't make himself return to sleep. Partially fearful the nightmare would return. The destruction of an innocent village. He shivered, and again, attempted to push the memory away. He stood from the chair, and began to quietly pace the room. The movement began to ease his tense muscles slowly, and after a few laps of the library, calm somewhat returned. He thought about the princess, forcing his mind to focus on imagining what she was doing at the moment. It seemed to be the only thing that kept the memory from resurfacing.
Allessandra sat in her lessons, only halfway paying attention. When her tutor tried to make her pay full attention to what they were reading, she would look at the book and smile. The tutor finally gave up and rolled her eyes.
"You act love stricken, my princess, " the tutor said before leaving the room. Allessandra tensed. Had it been that evident? She stood and ran to the door, her eyes wide. The tutor was required to tell the king all that had happened during the lesson. 'oh no..' she thought.
Later the same day, as she had predicted earlier, she was called to her father's presence. She looked at her father, feigning ignorance of why she had been called.
"Why have I been summoned, father?" she asked softly. She flinched as some of her fear leaked into her voice.
"Who is he?" her father questioned. Allessandra flinched and took a step back at her father's harsh tone. "I do not know what you mean," she said, although she knew perfectly well what he meant.
When she was dismissed, she fled from the room and to her library. She was ashamed that she had lied to her father, but grateful that she had not told him. She looked around, hoping to herself that there was no one. Her heart pounded and only one thing was on her mind. Her only goal was to get Vladimir out of the castle and soon, so that he may live without the danger. She groaned when she realized that it had been her that had put him in this danger. She sat down on the floor and covered her face as she started to cry.
Vladimir had hidden himself when he heard someone enter the library. He tensed, listening carefully in case he would need to move to keep distance between himself and whomever it was. Then he heard the soft noises of someone crying. He crept silently through the library, searching. It didn't take him long to realize it was the princess who was crying.
He moved to her, seeing there was no one else in the room. He knelt beside her, "Princess? Why are you crying?" He asked softly, concerned. Hesitantly he put an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her.
Allessandra jumped slightly and looked at him. She looked away quickly and shook her head. "Nothing," she mumbled. She looked at the door quickly to make sure no one would come in. She wiped the tears away and was silent.