Aiden shifted in his chair and tried to meet his gaze again when it had shifted back to the ground, and then he spoke in a soft, slightly firm tone. “Look at me you fanged toothed monster.” That made Rupert’s head snap up his eyes a little wide because of how his tone had been, he was used to being called a monster. But his tone was what got to him, he opened his mouth a little as he started to say something but Aiden shushed him. “You’re very lucky I haven’t staked you in the heart yet. I’m here to gather information on the son of the king of vampires and I intend to get it. Now please look at me so I can see how you react to my questions.” Aiden moved his hand away as he sat back up and smiled as if nothing had happened, he opened his sketchbook back up and grabbed his pencil from behind his ear, “Now then, what is it like to be his son?” Rupert tried to keep eye contact with him but it was difficult, he never really liked people or whenever someone asked him questions or well, touched him, he was very uncomfortable with all of this but he took a deep breath and looked Aiden with a straight face as he spoke. “Being the son of the king of the ‘undead’ who lives amongst the living in flesh isn’t as fun as it sounds or doesn’t sound. Honestly, it’s like living in my own personal hell.” He looked to the side for a brief second before looking at Aiden again, some red building up in the bottom of his eyes, slowly that red spilled over onto his skin staining it as it rolled down and fell off his cheeks. “Now, I think that’s enough of your fucking questions for today Mr. Ceja.” Rupert stood up and led Aiden out of the room and then the house as he slammed the door shut behind him.
Aiden stood outside flinching a little as the door slammed shut behind him, his sketchbook clenched tight in his hands, he grits his teeth in rage. “I will not let this slip out of my grasp.” His voice a whisper of a promise to the silence of the night he walked away from the manor, a small grin on his shadowed face as he walked away. Rupert let go of the curtain once he saw that he was gone, his sighed and rested his back against the wall next the windows as the red began to build up in his eyes as he choked on his shaky breathing slowly he slid down the wall as he then covered his face letting out a quiet sob. Rupert flinched just slightly when he felt something touch him, cautiously he moved his eyes down from his eyes, first he looked up and saw nothing, so then he looked down next and let out a small sigh of relief when he saw it was his pet cat, named Midnight, he moved a hand down slowly as he gently rubbed the cats head and then ran it down his back. Rupert keeps petting him as he closed his eyes, loving the sound of his purrs, it was so relaxing to him. He stopped petting him when he felt Midnight bite his thumb a little so he moved his hand away and watched as the cat ran away back off into the depth of the house, he sighed making himself get up off the ground and slowly make his way to and up the stairs leading to his room.
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