I mean anything .”
Chapter 14
Mary was trying to occupy herself after Maurice left so she sent word to her friend, Sally, to come to tea. Two hours later, Sally had arrived.
“It was so kind of you to drop by, Sally. It has been ages since we have had a chance to catch up.” Mary was dressed for tea and was looking her best, like always. Her golden brown hair was in an upsweep, with a few brown curls down around her face. She had on her favorite blue dress with white lace. It had a rounded neckline that showed some cleavage, but wasn't too scandalous.
“So tell me, Mary, I have heard that Maurice is courting you,” Sally said. She was an exotic beauty with dark cocoa skin. She wore a red velvet dress with a lower neckline than Mary, and her hair was all done up in a ribbon.
“Oh, Sally, he's wonderful! He's a perfect gentleman, and he loves me. I just know it!” Mary blushed as she spoke.
“You are glowing, Mary. He must be something special. What family is he from?”
“He isn't exactly of noble birth. He won my heart so I don't care about anything else.”
“My dear, how scandalous. That just isn’t done. Your father must be spitting nails.”
“He isn’t thrilled, but Mother is helping him learn to accept. Sally, you look a little pale. Are you okay?”
“It's my sun allergy. Could we perhaps pull the curtains?”
“Certainly.” Mary took the bell that was on the table and rang it. Two servants entered the room.
“You rang, My Lady?”
“Sally has a sun allergy. Please close all the curtains to block as much sun as possible.”
The servants scattered and the room became much darker. They lit candles to help brighten the darkened room.
“So, about Maurice?”
“Yes, of course. Mother insisted Father let Maurice court me. She said since Father had no more money or class than Maurice had when they’d met, he couldn't say no.”
“I always liked your mother.”
***
Maurice lay on the ground, dying. He began to lose consciousness. He saw a dark figure approach. “Please, help me,” Maurice pleaded. His voice was barely above a whisper. The dark figure got closer and he bent down to Maurice.
“I will save you.” The man came closer, and then everything went black.
Maurice woke up in a strange room that was much nicer than anywhere he had ever stayed. He was in excruciating pain and every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. His body was drenched with sweat, soaking through his clothes and the sheets on the bed. He started to scream. The door in the room opened. A man he didn't recognize entered the room. He thought he might be the man from the woods.
“Remember me?”
“Yes,” Maurice replied with a painful moan. “You were out there. I asked you for help.”
“I am Javon. What is your name, sir?” Javon asked.
“Maurice, Maurice Levarne.” He groaned in pain. “What is happening to me?”
“I'm sorry, Maurice, but in order to save you, I had to turn you. You will live, but you are now a Vampire. I am sorry, Maurice!
Maurice felt a pain throbbing and travel through his body. It was unlike any pain he had ever felt.
***
At this point of his own change, Javon became unconscious and was experiencing the most horrible nightmares ever. He sat by Maurice with a look of worry on his face. He never thought that he would change anyone without Sally's consent but he couldn't just let him die. The door opened and Sally entered the room.
“What the bloody hell?” Sally asked angrily.
“I found him in the woods, shot and left for dead. I didn't know what to do.” Javon ran his hands through his hair, in obvious distress and frustration.
“So you turned him. This is not good. Do you know who he is?”
“No, he said his name is Maurice.”
“Oh no, fuck! He's the one courting Mary! She'll be devastated.”
“He could always turn her later.”
“I don't think that would be a good idea.”
Maurice began to stir, his eyes opening slightly,
Chapter 14
Mary was trying to occupy herself after Maurice left so she sent word to her friend, Sally, to come to tea. Two hours later, Sally had arrived.
“It was so kind of you to drop by, Sally. It has been ages since we have had a chance to catch up.” Mary was dressed for tea and was looking her best, like always. Her golden brown hair was in an upsweep, with a few brown curls down around her face. She had on her favorite blue dress with white lace. It had a rounded neckline that showed some cleavage, but wasn't too scandalous.
“So tell me, Mary, I have heard that Maurice is courting you,” Sally said. She was an exotic beauty with dark cocoa skin. She wore a red velvet dress with a lower neckline than Mary, and her hair was all done up in a ribbon.
“Oh, Sally, he's wonderful! He's a perfect gentleman, and he loves me. I just know it!” Mary blushed as she spoke.
“You are glowing, Mary. He must be something special. What family is he from?”
“He isn't exactly of noble birth. He won my heart so I don't care about anything else.”
“My dear, how scandalous. That just isn’t done. Your father must be spitting nails.”
“He isn’t thrilled, but Mother is helping him learn to accept. Sally, you look a little pale. Are you okay?”
“It's my sun allergy. Could we perhaps pull the curtains?”
“Certainly.” Mary took the bell that was on the table and rang it. Two servants entered the room.
“You rang, My Lady?”
“Sally has a sun allergy. Please close all the curtains to block as much sun as possible.”
The servants scattered and the room became much darker. They lit candles to help brighten the darkened room.
“So, about Maurice?”
“Yes, of course. Mother insisted Father let Maurice court me. She said since Father had no more money or class than Maurice had when they’d met, he couldn't say no.”
“I always liked your mother.”
***
Maurice lay on the ground, dying. He began to lose consciousness. He saw a dark figure approach. “Please, help me,” Maurice pleaded. His voice was barely above a whisper. The dark figure got closer and he bent down to Maurice.
“I will save you.” The man came closer, and then everything went black.
Maurice woke up in a strange room that was much nicer than anywhere he had ever stayed. He was in excruciating pain and every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. His body was drenched with sweat, soaking through his clothes and the sheets on the bed. He started to scream. The door in the room opened. A man he didn't recognize entered the room. He thought he might be the man from the woods.
“Remember me?”
“Yes,” Maurice replied with a painful moan. “You were out there. I asked you for help.”
“I am Javon. What is your name, sir?” Javon asked.
“Maurice, Maurice Levarne.” He groaned in pain. “What is happening to me?”
“I'm sorry, Maurice, but in order to save you, I had to turn you. You will live, but you are now a Vampire. I am sorry, Maurice!
Maurice felt a pain throbbing and travel through his body. It was unlike any pain he had ever felt.
***
At this point of his own change, Javon became unconscious and was experiencing the most horrible nightmares ever. He sat by Maurice with a look of worry on his face. He never thought that he would change anyone without Sally's consent but he couldn't just let him die. The door opened and Sally entered the room.
“What the bloody hell?” Sally asked angrily.
“I found him in the woods, shot and left for dead. I didn't know what to do.” Javon ran his hands through his hair, in obvious distress and frustration.
“So you turned him. This is not good. Do you know who he is?”
“No, he said his name is Maurice.”
“Oh no, fuck! He's the one courting Mary! She'll be devastated.”
“He could always turn her later.”
“I don't think that would be a good idea.”
Maurice began to stir, his eyes opening slightly,
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