Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 110: In a state of mind

"That is not what I meant, Miss,"

The growing seriousness in Ada’s tone deepened the frown on Arabella, "Well, what is it then if not that?"

Ada relinquished her quill inside the ink jar then placed her hands flat together on the table, "The reason it was decided that feeding and blood donation sessions be held two weeks apart from each other wasn’t simply for the wellbeing of the providers alone," she paused, biting on her bottom lip a little, "It was also because vampires, even older ones, can’t go without a drop of blood for longer than that,"

"Oh dear...," Arabella’s hand skipped to her chest, "What happens to them if they do? Is it dangerous? Do they fall ill?" she quizzed, her full attention on Ada.

"Well, yes, but not exactly for the reasons you might think. If deprived of feeding for very long, they will most certainly fall ill eventually, but not at the beginning," the maid then went quiet and looked down at her notebook. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Ada, please! My nerves can’t handle it,"

It was only after that nudge that Ada reluctantly carried on, "In the beginning, they sort of slowly lose control over their temper. They become sensitive and prone to sudden mood swings; one second they’re perfectly happy and then the next they sulk. They grow snappy and irritated over the littlest things, but their condition only continues to devolve from there until they become aggressive and perhaps even sadistic...,"

Seeing the look on Arabella, Ada stopped talking to allow her a moment in order to absorb the information.

"S... Sadistic, you say?" the young woman stuttered through her mutter.

"I am afraid so, Miss," she paused before adding, "I suppose that is why I’ve decided to bring this topic. As uncomfortable as it may be, I had to warn you since I don’t believe anyone else remembered to. I am sorry," Ada’s gaze dropped much like her voice did around the end of her sentence.

"No, please. Don’t apologize," Arabella squeezed a smile out of her features, "You did the right thing by telling me. You are right, nobody else thought to,"

As silence settled between them, images of the previous evening flashed behind Arabella’s eyes. More notably the part where he’d dug his nails into his own palms, leading him to bleed all over the carriage...

"I saw it yesterday when we crossed paths," sheepish and barely above a whisper Ada’s voice reached her ears.

"What did you see?"

"Well, firstly there was the blood all over his clothes, but since he did not seem particularly alarmed, I assumed it was his own, but then...," the maid trailed off momentarily, only that time around, Arabella’s lips remained a little open, forming a circle without uttering a thing, "He walked a tad faster than his usual. It’d struck me as odd until I thought a little more about it and remembered it’s already been two weeks,"

"Right...," Arabella found no comments to share.

"What will you do then?"

Ada burst the thin bubble that had kept Arabella’s mind isolated, "I suppose there is only one way for this to end well. I shall go by his chambers this very night. Hopefully he won’t be upset or turn me away," she chuckled.

"He will certainly be upset to hear the conversation we are having," Ada’s eyes widened as her lips folded, disappearing in her mouth.

"Oh dear! Do you think he’d be listening in?" Arabella went a little frantic, looking around from one place to another as though expecting to spot somebody.

"In all honesty," the maid looked even more sheepish than before, "It wouldn’t surprise me," she shook her head slowly, "If he truly is that infatuated with you, then eavesdropping would be but a tame demonstration as to the kind of obsessive behavior a vampire might exhibit,"

One of Arabella’s hands shot up to cover her mouth as a sharp gasp escaped her, "Let us speak of something other than him then!" she suggested, her eyes wide open.

"Yes, but I’d also propose that we head back to your room," said Ada, "The sun is nearing the horizon and if you are to give your blood tonight, then you’d better eat very well,"

At those words, Arabella held her stomach as the thought of food alone made it heave a little inside.

However, the idea of Silas going on a rampage and eviscerating everyone in his path due to hunger quickly convinced her sulking stomach to quiet down and behave.

The two of them left the library after that and made their way towards Arabella’s room after which Ada left her to fetch dinner.

Once allowed a moment alone, Arabella attempted to set her contemplations in a straight line. She could absolutely not go meet Silas with a bustling mind. There was no place for confusion or hesitation especially if he was as irritated as Ada believed him to be.

First there was the matter of her father. Reubon would travel the next day to the manor and Arabella had let Lady Persephone know that she’d see him. For the best or the worst, it was inevitable, and she had to get along with that fact as there was no retracting her word.

Come hell or high water, Arabella promised herself to cross that bridge when it came.

As for Silas, she had to reassure herself that everything would go back to its natural state once he’d be fed.

The young woman had noticed his sudden shift in attitude in the carriage. It was the strangest thing as one moment he was fine and then the next he’d started cutting his own skin.

At the time, Arabella believed it had to be the matter that Liriel had discussed with him. It still could have been the reason, partially at the very least.

But what was she to do once in front of his door? Was she to knock and wait? And what if he simply refused or turned her away?

Could he even be reasoned with in that state of mind?