The Fallen Vampire

Chapter 7: Time in The Dark

Enyo and Indra had spent about a week in the dark silence of their ruined castle.

In that time, the two had hardly spoken to each other.

Well... Indra had hardly spoken.

Enyo was happily carrying on about tales from the olden days hoping it would jog his memory.

He humored her for a while but once she started talking about the fascination he held with her bottom at fourteen years old, he forbade her from saying anything else.

That was about a day ago and since then, he hadn't heard a single peep.

'That's odd, I thought she would've resumed talking by now.' Even if he wouldn't admit it, he had begun to miss the voice of the little chatterbox.

Indra slowly opened his beady black eyes and peered down below.

For a change of scenery, he'd changed into the form of a small bat and hung upside down from the chandelier on the ceiling.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Enyo sitting down cross legged and motionless near the golden throne.

If she weren't already dead, he would think she had died in that position.

Indra let go of the chandelier he'd been holding on to and let his small, furry body drop from the ceiling.

He fell silently through the air and shifted back into his original form before he touched the ground. Without making a sound, Indra landed directly in front of his ghost maid and analyzed her from head to toe.

It was hard to tell exactly what she was doing. Since Enyo was technically not alive, she had no pulse or heartbeat for him to listen to.

"Is my prince curious about something?"

Indra was mildly surprised that Enyo knew he was in front of her even without opening her eyes.

She opened her reddish pink eyes and smirked at him humorously.

"How did you know I was here?" Indra asked.

He'd taken great care to approach Enyo without making a sound just in case she was sleeping but he appeared to have woken her anyway.

"My cultivation makes things of this level rather simple, my prince." Enyo said pridefully.

"Cultivation?" He asked.

"Cultivation is... never mind." She muttered quickly. This wasn't a can of worms she wanted to open.

Indra gave Enyo a condescending look. "Is your duty as my maid not to assist me with whatever I require?"

"I-It is..." Enyo said shyly.

"I wish to know about cultivation then. Teach me."

Indra took a seat opposite Enyo and waited for her to begin her lecture.

The poltergeist sighed before she began to try and explain the best way she knew how.

"Well firstly, there are two types of ways to gain power. There is cultivation and there's arcane arts. The difference between the two is that cultivation focuses on strengthening the self to achieve impossible feats and increase your own power. The arcane arts are all about learning how to manipulate the world around you through utilization of ones own element."

Indra nodded, not understanding why she refused to tell him about this before.

"Can you do these 'arcane arts' as well?" he suddenly asked.

"Hehehe! You jest, my prince. No one can cultivate and use the arcane."

"Why not?"

Enyo rubbed her chin as she thought of how best to come up with a satisfying analogy. "It's like trying to feed two vampires with only one human. Your body only has the talent and energy for one, not both."

"Can you teach me how to cultivate?" Indra suddenly asked.

Enyo felt her heart drop all the way to her feet.

The prince had asked her the one question she never wanted to hear from him.

This was the cause of so much of his misfortune before and she did not want to stamp on his hopes yet again.

Luckily, she had a perfectly good excuse at her disposal.

"Unfortunately, my prince, I cannot." She said.

"And why is that?" Indra asked, slightly annoyed.

"The cultivation art I practice is suitable for spirits, not vampires. Not only would you not understand it, but you could also end up damaging your body instead of strengthening it."

'I'm so smart! If I use this as an excuse, I won't actually be lying to prince Indra!' The poltergeist was very pleased with herself.

The vampire stared hard into the face of the ghost.

While she seemed to be especially giddy for some reason, she didn't appear to be lying about anything.

"Then how about the arcane?"

"My prince, if I am a cultivator how am I supposed to teach you about arcane arts?" Enyo asked with an obvious look.

"Ah... it appears I have asked something useless." He said as he shook his head.

"Of course not, my prince. I am always here to help!" Enyo said with a small bow.

Indra simply rolled his eyes and stood up.

He would never admit it, but she was actually starting to grow on him. She was amusing, polite, and genuinely seemed to care for him.

Such a person was easily likeable.

Enyo noticed that Indra was walking in an odd direction and called out to him. "My prince? Where are you going??"

Indra did not even look back as he waived at her from over his shoulder.

"Just to walk around a bit, seeing as how I don't remember my former home and all that."

Enyo would have followed him, but she needed to make further progress in her cultivation.

Besides, they were linked through his ring anyway so she would always be able to find him if he got lost.

"Alright... come back soon."

Indra did not respond as he continued to walk away.

Once he felt as though he was a far enough distance, he released a frustrated sigh.

Now within the darkness, the gleam of two shiny white fangs could be seen.

It had been a week since Indra had feasted and he was actually starting to feel a bit hungry.

For some reason, he didn't want Enyo to see him like that.

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