Then he turned to her and looked at her. "How do you feel? ", asked he.
"All right ... I think," Celia replied softly.
Johansson nodded. “You didn't sleep last night, am I right? "
Celia was silent, but that seemed to be enough of an answer. “Believe me, it would have been better for you. “Then he shook his head. “But given what happened last night, it's no wonder you couldn't sleep. You saw what happened right? "
Celia nodded. She looked at him, but her eyes went right through him.If she told everything now, she had to admit that Serafin had done that. That Serafin had ... killed the man ...
“Tell me what happened. "Said Johansson quietly. "I know you have a hard time, but you will feel better afterwards."
"No." Celia gave him a long look before continuing. "I can not."
Johansson waited a while longer, but when Celia still didn't say anything, he said, “I can't force you. But ... ”He paused briefly in his words and seemed to be thinking. “... I shouldn't be telling you this, but there have been several murders like this recently. If you could give us a clue who the culprit is, it would help us a lot. “He waited a moment, then, when Celia just looked at him in silence, he left the room.

Serafin stood in front of one of the windows and looked out. The morning sunlight stung his eyes, but he did nothing about it.His gaze rested on the iron gate that could be seen from this room. It had to be the gate that led into the large courtyard. Serafin didn't see it at all. His thoughts had wandered, turning now to Celia, then again to what had happened last night, but mostly to Cain's words. What if he was right, Serafin wondered. No, actually he didn't ask. He already knew. But he didn't want it to be true. The iron gate outside was closed. Even though it might not be locked and Serafin could leave at any time - as Cain had claimed - he felt trapped in the castle. What good would it do to flee from here? Maybe he could escape from this place, but not knowing what he was or what he had done.
Serafin knew now that it was by no means the case that he did not feel anything when he remembered what had happened. He felt something. And now he knew what it was too. Resignation.Resignation because he knew what he was.
Cain was still leaning against the wall somewhere behind him and watching him, Serafin could feel it. He waited. He waited like a hungry predator. But what was he waiting for? Serafin didn't dare turn to face him. He still felt uncomfortable around Cain. The vampire had stated that each vampire could feel another, and that it was only what he felt. But Serafin didn't want to accept that, because then he had to admit that there was “Vampyre”. And that he was one of them. He just wasn't ready for that.
But he would have to, sooner or later ...
He was startled from his thoughts when the iron gate swung open. Two figures entered the courtyard. Serafin recognized them immediately, it was the two men he had met that night and the ones who, according to Cain, had brought him here. At some point, he didn't know how long he had stood there and stared out the window, he turned back to Cain.“Why did you have me brought here? He asked softly.
A smile played around Kain's lips, he sensed that the boy seemed to have accepted what he was. With deliberate steps he came up to Serafin and stepped next to him at the window. "That's a bit complicated ..." For a moment he looked thoughtfully out into the morning courtyard, Serafin almost thought he saw something like sadness flashing in the man's eyes. But the next moment the expression was gone from Cain's eyes. When he turned back to Serafin, he even smiled pleasantly, even if it looked a bit forced. "I'll have to go back a little for that," Kain continued. “Because before I can explain everything to you, you should know a lot about the history of the vampyre. “His gaze wandered out of the window again. “In the Middle Ages, roughly into the 15th century - even the oldest vampyres among us can no longer say with certainty when people stopped believing in us - people knew about the existence of vampires.There were even people who were only trained to kill us, they called themselves “shadow hunters”. “Cain paused for a moment, he seemed to be deep in distant memories. When he went on, his voice was so low that Serafin could barely hear it. “They hunted us like fair game and left a bloody trail in our ranks. It was not uncommon for vampires to be tortured before the Shadowhunters killed them. Their campaigns against us were one massacre.
But, as I unfortunately have to admit today, rightly so. Because the culture and rules of us vampires were different back then. While most of our kind belonged to some ancient vampire clan or family, rarely did more than 20 of us live in a single city. We hunted as we wanted and without worrying about the consequences. So it happened that we wiped out entire villages. In larger cities, more than 50 lifeless and bloodless bodies were sometimes found in a single night.“Cain had stepped back from the window and had begun to pace restlessly to and fro. “You know, I'm not exactly proud of the vampyres' deeds during these years. Because all of this only stirred up people's hatred of us.
That is why the first shadow hunters were trained.
That is why there were the endless massacres that had been able to so disperse our species.
It was then that we realized that we had to do something about it. “The vampire sighed. "Even if a little late ..."
Cain glanced at Serafin. The boy listened the whole time in silence and with an expressionless face.
“Some of the clans and families met for advice.
That was unique in the history of the vampyre, because normally the small groups were rather hostile to each other. Our philosophy was - and is - that you only live for yourself. Which is not to say that there are no friendships, just that we will never be and never want to be a single people, a united race.Eventually we hit some sort of deal. The vampyres would stay hidden until the situation had calmed down a bit. For the next hundred years, even the vampyrs who hadn't been at that meeting kept to it. They probably saw that it was necessary for us to survive. Because the shadowhunters would have been able to wipe out our entire race. "
Cain sank heavily into a chair.
“Today we are living the way we used to, without restrictions. However, none of us vampires are so stupid as to hunt like we used to. As a result, our reappearance in their world was hidden from people. But we can still hunt. And live - freely and as we want. "
Cain closed his eyes for a moment. When he stopped, Serafin spoke up after all. “But what does all of this have to do with me? "
"Everything in good time, Serafin."Sorry the ending is stupid, I know. But I couldn't think of anything else, because I have a huge problem ... I don't know what Cain wants from Serafin at all. Would appreciate any kind of suggestions. Otherwise ... see you next Kappi,
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