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Oni manor 15 years ago……..

Standing there with his head down Angel had what looked to be a look of guilt on his face as he held his hands behind his back with his eyes to the ground and glazed over with tears. “I said look at me when I speak to you!” the shouting voice was commanding, superior with elegance to it. Angel quickly lifted his head up to look at his grandfather while trying not to sniffle. Standing before the dhampir was a tall six foot six pale man with a long go-tee that curled and waved down to his chest as his light black hair tied behind his head in a lowered ponytail. Clad in a long black robe with two wine red lines hanging downwards from around his neck the pure breed vampire glared down at his half breed grandson with much anger while he gripped his staff with claw like fingers. “That place if off limits!” Angel flinched a little at the elder’s voice tone before standing still again. “Father pleas…” sitting in a chair near by was a gorgeous looking woman. Fair skinned long silky jet black hair that gave a small wave down by the tips. Her lips were plump and fresh red like that of blood droplets. She wore a long red silky dress that hugged and graced her figure perfectly, especially around the bust area whilst a necklace with a cross hanging from its string rested between her breasts comfortingly.

Ruby reds that matched that of Angel’s looked upon her only son with a loving gaze as well as some pity for the poor child. “Be quite Izuna.” The skeletal old looking vampire said in a stern tone while still bringing a frown down on his b*****d grand child. Angel wanted to run straight into his mother’s arms but knew that if he did so, his grandfather would punish him with out a second thought. “And stop your sniveling; you’re degrading your superior side.” With the lift of his head and a clench of his jaw the elder turned with a graceful swoop and walked away. As soon as his grandfather left the room Angel turned and ran into his mother’s arms. Sniffling and trying his best not to cry in front of her. Gently with the great care of a mother Izuna stroked her son’s hair with a dainty hand. “Hush my child…your grandfather deep down inside cares for you.” Angel shook his head while his face buried itself into the woman’s stomach as he held onto her. Letting out a content sigh Izuna gave the small boy a faint smile that would make the angels from heaven itself sing with song. Angel didn’t have a father, least one that he knew of. Izuna told him many stories of a wonderful man she had fallen in love with. When the dhampir would ask who he was and were was he, the vampires would only give a faint smile to her son and answer to him that he was off on important matters. That was only half the truth though. The vampires had fallen in love with a human man. One that held some kind of significance that wasn’t like any mortal. At least, not the normal ones that is.

As time progressed Angle became a little weirier of the manor and its surroundings. Whenever his grandfather was displeased with something, he would say nothing and take the yelling’s. Angel hardly sniffled or cried when that happened; he seemed to knuckle up a little more so as to not seem so weak in his grandfather’s eyes. Izuna would consult her son with praise here and there at how strong he was getting in both body and mind. Angel loved his mother dearly. Her day of birth was coming near rabidly. Wanting to get her a gift the young dhampir asked Lumirs if he would escort him to town. “No young master.” The butler would reply while standing there straight as a statue and proper as always. “But, why not?” Angel asked as a frown formed on his brow. “Young master isn’t allowed off the grounds, not after the incident from before.” Brushing some strands of silky jet black hair away from his face the Halfling was being a bit stubborn at the moment. Letting out a fake sigh of defeat Angel walked away down to the left library hall wing. The shadow butler gave his young master a faint smile before turning and walking in the other direction. As soon as he was sure that Lumirs was gone Angel peeked over the corner, and then ran to the stairs. He wanted a gift for his mother, more then anything right now. She had done so much for him. Cared for him, treated him with respect but most of all, loved him for what he was. Sneaking out to the indoor gardens he went into the far right room. Each one was labeled under letters such as A threw F. the one he entered threw some vine covered corridors was room D. by the entrance to door E Angel walked to the left corner and stepped over a little lining that indicated that no one was to step ground on the flours or grass. Pushing a few giant leaves aside a hidden door was revealed much to his delight. He had chosen the right room. Placing a pale hand on the handle and pressing down on the button to trigger the door to unlock, light flooded in only to quickly vanish as he stepped out and closed the door behind him…