The pale haired boy haunted the doorway like a lost spirit. The lantern continued to rattle softly within his trembling grasp, despite the urchin’s best efforts to subdue it. At the vampire’s words, he lifted his sharp grey eyes, and turned his head to look at him with fearful intensity.
After he had spoken, the boy was initially quiet, thoughtful. Then something within him seemed to unpluck, loosening like a string pulled too taut.
“I have not angered you?” The boy enquired softly, his voice little above a strained rasp. He released a low, shuddery breath of air.
The hand that wielded the lantern lowered to the urchin’s side, and he continued to approach hesitantly, his fingers sliding along the edge of the table. Despite his wariness, the boy did not appear distrustful of the vampire, quite the opposite. And with his host’s gentle encouragement, he moved closer still, before finally slipping awkwardly into a chair at his side.
“I... d’accord. If you wish, Monsieur.”
The youth set the lantern before him on the table, and hoisted one knee up towards his chest. His fingers were reluctant to abandon Colombe’s light, and one palm cupped the warm edge of the metal base. Now they were closer, the boy dared not meet the vampire’s sightless gaze at first. He kept his eyes upon the flame, observing the comforting glow and swirl of the golden light. Its brilliance caught the tangled strands of his hair, illuminating the fine fibres like fire through a wheat field.
His host’s words caught the boy’s attention, and his eyes began to drift along the length of the table. His gaze move upwards, over the vampire’s arm, his neck, his mouth, before meeting the pale blind eyes. It was a bold inspection, and no doubt it would have been far less confrontational had the vampire not been blind. The urchin examined him in silence, his body tense with fascination and fingers tight upon the lantern’s base.
He had not studied his host in this way before, not with such meticulous interest. It was as if in this moment, he was looking upon him for the first time. He wondered how he had not noticed the strange gleam in his eyes. How he had so foolishly accompanied him here, when he could so easily have vanished into the streets. Simply melted into the shadows like fog, like nothingness.
Before he had time to fully contemplate his actions, words were already slipping freely from his lips.
“Why do you keep me here?”
After he had spoken, the boy was initially quiet, thoughtful. Then something within him seemed to unpluck, loosening like a string pulled too taut.
“I have not angered you?” The boy enquired softly, his voice little above a strained rasp. He released a low, shuddery breath of air.
The hand that wielded the lantern lowered to the urchin’s side, and he continued to approach hesitantly, his fingers sliding along the edge of the table. Despite his wariness, the boy did not appear distrustful of the vampire, quite the opposite. And with his host’s gentle encouragement, he moved closer still, before finally slipping awkwardly into a chair at his side.
“I... d’accord. If you wish, Monsieur.”
The youth set the lantern before him on the table, and hoisted one knee up towards his chest. His fingers were reluctant to abandon Colombe’s light, and one palm cupped the warm edge of the metal base. Now they were closer, the boy dared not meet the vampire’s sightless gaze at first. He kept his eyes upon the flame, observing the comforting glow and swirl of the golden light. Its brilliance caught the tangled strands of his hair, illuminating the fine fibres like fire through a wheat field.
His host’s words caught the boy’s attention, and his eyes began to drift along the length of the table. His gaze move upwards, over the vampire’s arm, his neck, his mouth, before meeting the pale blind eyes. It was a bold inspection, and no doubt it would have been far less confrontational had the vampire not been blind. The urchin examined him in silence, his body tense with fascination and fingers tight upon the lantern’s base.
He had not studied his host in this way before, not with such meticulous interest. It was as if in this moment, he was looking upon him for the first time. He wondered how he had not noticed the strange gleam in his eyes. How he had so foolishly accompanied him here, when he could so easily have vanished into the streets. Simply melted into the shadows like fog, like nothingness.
Before he had time to fully contemplate his actions, words were already slipping freely from his lips.
“Why do you keep me here?”