“I was 16 at the time. Shall I continue?” Beth blushed and nodded. “Well, I rebelled and as a result, my father cut me off for a year. When he finally allowed me back, the girl wouldn’t even look at me. Depression set in. My sister got me through it, somehow. I returned to my studies for three years and my father began to send me to all sorts of balls, in hope that I would find a wife of noble blood. There were many women, but none of them were her. At one ball, I met a vampire. She was responsible for all the murders of the previous year and several from the previous five. She propositioned me, asking me about what I thought of becoming a vampire.
“She had to leave the ball not long after. It plagued my mind for days. And then, we learnt of our relationship with Catalin and her twin brother. Father fell into despair. He didn’t eat, didn’t drink, he didn’t speak. He never left his own room. He wouldn’t talk to me at all. And then he died, from dehydration. It was suicide. I was blinded by rage, and hate, and betrayal. So I went searching for that vampire. It didn’t take long. My brother’s first kill was my sister’s maid, the one I loved.”
“So you pursue them constantly because he killed the girl you loved?” Beth asked. “Is that what you meant by ‘betrayal’?”
“No, but I can’t tell you the real answer to that. It’s up to my brother to tell you. Or you could ask Catalin. She might tell you.” Robert stood there, deep in thought for a moment. “Someone once told me that I’d lost the ability to love. I agree with them. To a vampire, a kiss, an embrace, is simply a means to get what they need.”
Both of them were silent for a minute or two.
“I should probably go home,” Beth murmured.
“I can take you,” Robert said.
“No, it’s okay.”
“Beth, you’ve walked three and a half miles. It’ll take me less than a minute to run that.”
“Okay,” she whispered, yawning.
She let Robert lift her up in his arms as if she were a small child and leant her head against his chest and yawned again; she was too tired to actually think about what she doing. There was a sudden rush of air that lasted for only a minute. When she opened her eyes, she was outside of her house with Robert. He put her down on her feet.
“Thank you,” Beth whispered. “Would you like to—”
“Don’t invite me in,” Robert said quietly and quickly.
“Well, my little brother wouldn’t be particularly pleased if he knew I was able to get into your house. I wouldn’t without permission, of course, but he seems to think I murder people in their own homes.”
“Okay.” Beth watched him for a little while. “You’re not like Alex has said.”