[ Chapter II (2): "VAMPIRES POOR NAVIGATION SKILLS, THE LONG AWAITED DINING HALL, AND THE WITCH LADY— MRS. QUINN" ]
[ "This way, young Lord." ]
Leading the way was the proud-looking white haired butler, seasoned by experience, hundreds of years of experience in fact, and also by watching, reading, and studying so-called teledramas.
Though learning the last part wasn't required, he still watched and studied it all. And thanks to that, he had learnt new phrases, key words, and how to speak eloquently like a true 21st century Normie.
Yet, all of those experience didn't amount to anything, especially when the problem is all about navigation. Which is worse to Mikhael's, the other is a child, could easily be explained, someone who's only been living for a year in the dreaded lone mansion.
But the said seasoned butler? Yeah, no, Klaus have no excuse as he had been living in the same said castle for hundreds of years. Cleaning the walls, dusting the cabinets, and even refurbishing the olden armor and weapons laid around occasionally. [ "Or not..." ]
At the moment, the trio which includes an hungry cat, an old Vampire, and a young Vampire is trying to navigate their way around the spacious halls of the Flameboot Castle.
From time-to-time they accidentally activates traps causing the halls to either contrast or expand, or for some arrows to be shot from the walls, and some other traps to occur ruining the mood of Klaus.
If not traps, then into dead ends, doors leading either to a concrete wall or spike traps, if unlucky. Hearing the commotion, the blind cat grumbled silently, hungry. [ "Miao...!" ]
[ "Klaus, are you sure you know the layout of the Castle like the back of your hand?" ]
Mikhael who's also feeling impatient teased, a subtle grin tucking at the corner of his lips all the while, [ "Or, perhaps do you not know the back of your hand?" ]
[ "Rude," ] The man grumbled under his breath, closing the door that leads to nowhere before then continuing the search for the Dining Hall.
[ "I'll have you know, young Lord, that I, Klaus, Headbutler of the Flameboot Family for years had known the ins-" ]
In not hearing the heartbeat of his master, or the cat's, he then began to sense that something is amidst. So he paused mid sentence, before then turning around, worry plastered on his wrinkly face. [ "Young Lord?" ]
And correct was he, though he wanted for his guess to not come true. It seems to come true, as the usually talkative big boss of his was no where to be seen.
Instantly he forgot how to breath properly, mind quickly getting clouded by what ifs, dark thoughts of what could happen to his master, and worry also— worry most definitely.
Worried that the young, chubbly, child and last remaining blood of his former master might have gotten into an complications due to him not noticing, he panicked.
[ "O-oh no, what have I done!" ]
[ "K-klaus, what have you done...!" ]
He could practically hear the nagging that he'll receive from the ghosts of his master, and also the cursing he'll receive from the other servant of the family. Which is frightening.
Readying himself, he was ready to search all throughout the castle for day and nights, about to cast the most powerful magic that he knows. He stopped, when he heard the cat.
[ "The... cat?" ] Subtle at first, but he closed his eyes, pausing his chant causing the light on his index finger to disappear. And sure he was, it is the cat. [ "The cat!!" ]
Morphing into a bat, though old, is much-much-much more faster than a normal basic thinking bat. He then shot through the air, before then finally landing to where his young master and the cat is stationed.
Apparently pointing at the hallway on the front, one which leads to the Dining Hall with lights more prominent than other parts of the castle. [ "I found it...!" ]
Mikhael smiled at the worried Klaus standing in front of him, using his previously cleaned handkerchief as to wipe the sweat trailing down the side of his forehead. [ "Y-young Lord, you mustn't make this old servant worry like that ever again." ]
He listened, merely smiling, before then handling the half doozy, fully hungry cat on the hands of the said old servant. [ "You carry him. You see my arms are gettin tired, Klaus." ]
[ "Child, yo-you..." ] The Vampire-butler wanted to reprimand the child for his sudden act of disappearing— which may one day lead to trouble, problems, perhaps even death.
But glancing down, in seeing the features of the young boy which is nearly identical to that of his previous master. Klaus instead held his tongue back. [ "Fine..." ]
His worry disappearing quickly being replaced with his usual cold professional stoicism, as he then gently carries the said meowing cat as per order. [ "As you wish." ]
[ "Great!" ]
Without a shred of hesitation, Mikhael after being freed of Cojo, then ran into the halls freely, into the Dining Hall wherein tons of magically preserved food of all varities, and freshly cooked meals are served. [ "I'm free!" ]
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The Château de Flameboot had only ever known nothing but peace, especially because it's stationed in the State of Kansas, near an nearly abandoned town of Nowhere. For hundreds of years it stood tall, only ever recognizing two owners.
In the case of the first, he was the grandfather of Mikhael. A paranoid man who locked himself up in isolation, away from other Vampires, away even from the Outcast Society as a whole. Now, he died, some decade ago— his renowned castle? Inherited.
And so does anything that belongs to him, though he doesn't have a will, general law states that everything he owns will be pass down to the closest blood upon death.
That closest blood being the 8-year-old child named Mikhael, through the trails the loyal servants of the Flameboot Family found, they confirmed that he is the last of his kind.
Including in the list of servants, which is none but two includes clumsy Klaus as the butler, who's Vampire having formal education by the previous headbutler of the family.
The other servant on the other hand is a Witch, considered a new hire in the span of Vampire years. But for Normie standards, she could be considered old.
Already at the age of 83, she spent most of it— about 73 years and still counting, having served faithfully the family of Flameboot, even though none is there to appreciate it. Her name? We'll it's- [ "Mrs. Quinn!" ]
The witch lady who's supposed to be 83 years old glanced down, at the door where the childish voice called out for her. And instantly, she recognized who it was. [ "Mikhael!" ]
She doesn't look like 83, more like 45 at most, 40 at the least. Her previously wrinked expression brightened, as she then ignored all her works— the feather dusters, white cloths, and brooms that was being controlled by her, all fell down on the floors with a thud.
Realizing this, she flickered her hand and gathered them in the corner. The spilled buckets of water going back inside their buckets, like magic. We'll, she is a witch lady after all, so nothing is impossible for her.
Mikhael thought, as he then went and hug her. She at the moment is the closest thing he has for a mother, and for the father part is Klaus— who even though is old, acts more like a child some times.
About to ask for a dinner, a lunch, a snack, some sorts of refreshments, or something to eat. He was stopped, especially when his face which is dusted by charcoal and other form of dusts, gets cleaned. Semi-aggresively.
[ "You don't look great at all." ]
[ "Why do you look pale?" ]
[ "Sweetie, you looked famished." ]
While also being asked thousands of different questions by the second. Wanting to answer, trying to answer, but realizing he couldn't. Especially because his words gets cut off by another question, Mikhael then instead decided to shut up and bear with it.
After what felt like an eternity of nagging, Mikhael was finally able to break free. His face cleaned off of any dust that had accumulated in it for hours. He was then dragged to sit on the head of the chair on the long table, which due to his small stature, he couldn't reach fully.
Something-something about him being only a child, grumbling inside his head. He stopped. Especially because he noticed the grocery bought bread on the table within reach, still unsealed from plastic, and also spreads he could use; peanut butter, chocolate, and jam.
[ "Oh, bread!" ]
For 7 years of his life, he rarely ate. Especially because the orphanage he grew up in, was corrupt, borderline abusive, and practically useless. So he didn't waste any time at all, before then grabbing a piece
The gigantic-like door of the Dining Hall opened again, but he didn't needed to turn around to know that it was merely Klaus and Cojo— the latter trying to bite the other, while the former is ignoring it, not at all worried about his finger bleeding slightly.
[ "This is nice." ] His smile brightened even more when he glanced at the direction of the kitchen, noticing foods of different assortments being cooked. Ingredients flying, utensils moving, causing his mouth to salivate.
[ "Scratch that, this is perfect...!" ] Aside from the broken Golem in his pockets, everything in his eyes could be said to be perfect.
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[ FUN FACT: Klaus is a servant of the Flameboot Family, professionally trained since young. At the moment, his age is unknown even to him, but amongst the Vampire Outcast Society, he could be considered old. In wanting to connect more with his new young master, and the 21st century; he went ahead and bought an old vintage television alongside tons of tapes filled with old movies, and over the top dramas. Which he likes. ]
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