Here's another chapter of The Queen.
Should I create a separate link for my fanfics? I mean, is it understandible like that, with the tag alone? Should I be more careful with the linkage and everything? I'm having doubts. Also, since the story is long, is it easy to find the summary in the first chapter or is it difficult?
I'm not so good with LJ functions and everything but I'll try to make things easier or prettier if necessary.
Anyway, thanks to slaymesoftly for her beta work and I particularly like this chapter, because it's all about my OCs.
29. Fool for Love
The monastery room was dark and damp. There was only a square window on the edge of the ceiling and the white glow of the moon was barely visible.
Albert was reading with a eaten candle on his hand and upon his book. It was a serene and pleasant spring night, the ideal to learn in solitude. As always Klaus was gone. He took a secondary and hidden exit to escape from the monastery to meet with his mysterious lovers. He was never careful enough and recently he had been bragging about his adventure with boldness. Albert would have ripped his tongue off to make him silent – before the inquisitor would do literally the same to him, if not far worse. The great fault of Klaus – in the eyes of his brother – was his inability to contain enthusiasm and joy. It would have been far more appropriate for him to be more severe and discrete, especially given their positions.
Worried and angry, Albert tilted the light and carefully studied the male anatomy on the page in front of him. He had stolen the book from the secret archives of his master. At the center of the yellowed page he could see a perfectly illustrated section of the human lung, an organ the young student would have personally examined in a secret autopsy.
Somebody knocked at his door and the young scholar had to quickly hide the forbidden volume and the candle under a brick. Albert opened the door and rushed into the corridor. Two servants were waiting for him carrying his brother’s dead body.
Albert held his breath at the sight of Klaus’ lifeless body lying on the herbalists table, in one of the underground rooms of the monastery.
His brother was pale and motionless. He had some bite marks above his carotid artery and his beautiful face, so delicate and desirable, was frozen in an expression of pain and fear. Albert caressed his forehead.
“Oh Lord, should we call –”
“We won’t call anyone!” Albert commanded watching his brother’s lips still swollen from forbidden kisses. “There is no one to call. Besides my teacher is traveling. He won’t be able to contact us for days.”
“By then it will be too late,” the servant said. “They left him a few minutes ago beside the front door. He’s dead!”
“I see it too!” Albert snapped.
The second servant came forward.
“He got bitten,” he said, afraid. “A bite into his throat. Maybe we should …”
“What nonsense are you talking about?” Albert asked. “Even you are poisoned with superstitions?”
“They aren’t superstitions!” he replied. “The Church sent an exorcist to undo the evil that plagues the villages and my father saw the mysterious girl, the girl sent by the Holy Virgin herself to protect the children. Vampires do exist!”
Albert licked his lips nervously and looked in the eyes of the naïve servant before him. For a moment he pictured the man burning in a pyre, screaming and cursing against the Heavens.
“Well,” he replied. “Should we call an exorcist?”
“It will take at least one night. With a pile of solid wood we could already –”
“You won’t touch my brother!” the young scholar screamed. “Remember that he’s Christian and he deserves a proper burial. The science, the Church … somebody has to have found a way to stop the transformation process.”
The servants looked at each other uncertainly.
“You said so! You believe that Klaus will end transformed into a creature of the night. But if it’s so we still have hope! We can change the process.”
“Sir, it is not –”
“There is hope,” Albert said with determination in his eyes. “I can study the composition of blood and produce a medicament. If he’s lost at all …” He donned his heavy coat and pointed his finger at the servants. “Watch over him!” he commanded. “I’ll find my brother’s murderer and I will ask him the antidote.”
“It’s dangerous to hunt a vampire alone. We should go with you.”
“I don’t want Klaus to be left alone. Watch over him. I know how to defend myself.”
Kissing his brother’s forehead, Albert rushed out the door. As a precaution he hid a wooden stake through the folds of his robe.
He used to listen to Klaus’s confidences during the night. Albert knew the name of his last mysterious lover, a nobleman who used to meet his brother in a hunting lodge near the gates of the city.
Klaus used to speak about his erotic adventures with such fun and sincerity, telling all the gory details. He would have made an experienced man blush in embarrassment. He wasn’t born for monastic life. He wanted to experience and enjoy every possible pleasure and his stunning beauty would have helped him. He was so different from Albert who loved to study and would never ever agree to return to their poor village.
With determination the young scholar was able to find the secret hideout. He went into it brandishing his wooden stake and found out a man bent over upon himself weeping desperately.
“Who are you?” the man asked. His face was monstrously deformed and wet with tears and blood.
Albert didn’t immediately recognize the young heir of the most powerful family in the city.
“What happened?” he asked. “What have you done to my brother?”
The vampire sighed.
“I woke up and Klaus was lying next to me and he wasn’t … breathing … I don’t even know how –”
Albert approached the boy. With curiosity he studied the details of his feline face – it reminded him of the exotic beasts portrayed in natural science books.
“How can I heal you? Tell me what can I do to reverse the transformation.”
“There’s no way …” the vampire sobbed. “We are damned! Klaus and I, we’re forever damned! Oh God … I have to see my father … I have to –”
Instinctively Albert stopped the vampire and sank the stake through his heart. He saw the boy become dust and disappear in the air. It was the shortest decomposition process he had ever witnessed. Bending down he tried to study the composition of the ash – it tasted of metal.
Back in the monastery, Albert reached the underground laboratories. Klaus was waiting for him. He was standing up, healthy again. His blue eyes were full of unshed tears.
“Brother!” he exclaimed rushing into Albert’s arms. “My brother!”
Albert took a deep breath and hugged the brother he thought he had lost forever. Klaus was too beautiful and young to die, he was just eighteen years old. Klaus’ destiny was to stay close to his brother – to help him in his research and lie next to him when the night was dark and to tell all his secrets with his naïve and surprised expression.
“You’re alive!” he said gratefully.
Klaus shook his head trembling. “I was so scared, Albert. I was so afraid …”
“But you’re safe now. How do you feel? The neck wound seems to be healed …”
“It’s a miracle, right?” Klaus replied. “I thought that you had healed me. You always take care of me.”
“I didn’t, my brother.”
“I missed you, Albert. Jan’s face was transformed and he –”
“Don’t say anything. You’re safe now,” Albert muttered drawing his twin brother into another embrace. Klaus’ hair smelled of herbs and his skin was unusually cold. Even his heart seemed still. “You’re cold,” Albert sighed. Beyond the worktable he could see the bodies of the two servants lying on the ground in their own blood. “Oh my God …”
Klaus pulled away from him – his eyes yellow with desire. He titled his head.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
“No … no.”
“Don’t stake me please,” he added kissing his Albert’s lips chastely.
It wasn’t the first time Klaus had indulged in similar actions – Albert didn’t like them. This time he hugged his brother with possessiveness and kissed him back.
“We have to be careful,” he said. “You’re going to have to hide from now on.”
“I’ll take care of you, but you have to obey me. I don’t want to be expelled from the monastery.”
“I promise I’ll be good. I’ll be good, my brother, I won’t hunt here.”
“Good,” Albert smiled. “Good. We’ll stay together; no one can separate us. And you’ll be patient with me because I still have much to learn and understand.”
Klaus nodded. Albert hugged him again. “Now help me bury the bodies.”
- Current Mood: pleased