Predefined things that have to appear:Painting, bottle of blood, magic potion, gold ring

The Little Experiment

"What does he need that for?" Alfred asked himself in a conversation while he was on his way to Herbert's room with a bottle of blood in his hands. Herbert had asked him the previous evening to get him a bottle of blood because he had something to do with it, but what he hadn't explained to the young vampire.
"Ah, Alfred," Herbert greeted the somewhat uncertain looking Alfred. He put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him into the middle of the room in which there was a small table and on which there were lots of small bottles and vials with different colored liquids.
"And what's that going to be?" Asked the brown-haired one.
"I'm doing a little experiment," announced Herbert and sat down at the table with his loved one.
"Is it dangerous?" Was the first thing that came into the young scientist's mind and out of his mouth."Where are you thinking," said the older one, calming the boy next to him, who had slipped a meter backwards.
"U-And what is the experiment supposed to do?"
"You will know that when it's finished," said Herbert and grinned mischievously that Alfred didn't notice. If he only knew what Herbert was up to. “Well, let's begin.” He took out a small bowl and placed a small gold ring in it.
"Isn't that Sarah's ring?"
"So what?" Asked Herbert innocently. "My father gave her so much jewelry that one less ring will not attract attention." The count's son carefully took one of the vials and poured the contents over the shiny metal, immediately it hissed and smoked suspiciously. However, nothing more happened. Next, Herbi mixed in a few rose petals with some other liquids. Alfi watched curiously and continued to wonder what it was going to be.
"And now," said Herbert and took out a painting that was half the size of Alfred."What's that going to be now?"
"I suppose I need an old painting."
"But that's way too big to put in the small bowl," said Alfred stupidly and looked the same way.
"Not much longer," grinned Herbert and took out a knife to grasp the beautiful old painting. What his father would say if he knew that his son would abuse a family heirloom that is at least 500 years old for his little experimental games.
After he had made lots of small scraps and added them to the strange greenish broth, he mixed it with the blood and stirred it vigorously. Alfred wondered what happened to the ring since it was not visible. Was it melted? With this assumption, the young vampire was correct when Herbert spoke to him while stirring and explained that this stuff itself would melt gold in the early stages. When he heard this, Alfred wondered more and more what the experimenter was up to with it."Ready," Herbert called proudly and showed his darling the strange gray-brown mass, which really didn't look very appetizing.
"And now?" Asked Alfred.
"You have to drink it."
"Me?" Asked the young vampire in a high, frightened tone.
"Of course. I did it for you after all."
"B-But what for?"
"It's a magic potion."
"Potion?" Repeated the boy slowly.
"Yes, this is a magic potion that makes you braver and stronger too."
" Really?"
"Trust me," said Herbert trustingly, but Alfred did not see how he put a hand behind his back and crossed his fingers. He handed him the bowl and watched as the young scientist really drank the stuff, even if he looked rather disgusted. When he had finished drinking he looked at Herbert. "And?" He asked and couldn't help but grin and approached his beloved's face, but just as Herbert was about to kiss him, Alfred started to choke and clapped his hands over his mouth.Before the older vampire could look around, Alfred ran into the bathroom, threw himself half out of the window and emptied all of his stomach contents in a way that was not pretty to look at.
"Funny," said Herbert and took out a book that was under his covers.
"Actually, he should have fallen in love," he said and eagerly read the word "love potion" in the little magic potion book. "Was the painting to blame? Or was it the bat's milk? Was it already angry?"
And while Herbert was still looking for the mistake in the mixture, Alfred was aware of one thing and swore to never drink again what Herbert had prepared. And the count was sure of one thing when he saw an empty seat in the row of the ancestral gallery that he would never give his son a book again, in which the preparation of magic potions was written. Oh yes, and Sarah said the theft of her ring and swore Herbert to wipe it out at the next opportunity.