Helen the Vampiress
Riona looked up at the man, her eyes meeting "Aamon", she repeated softly, the syllables tripping over her tongue. "Oh, I heard it's the name of a demon." Aamon's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as Riona recognized his name. But his surprise quickly turned into a scoff, and he looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and arrogance.
"Eh?!", he exclaimed, his tone tinged with a touch of narcissism. "I thought you heard about me!" Aamon's smirk grew broader as he spoke, his eyes fixed on her. "Ah, silly," he said with a wave of his hand. "There are no demons in the Dirghala Empire".
Riona felt her face flush with embarrassment, her cheeks tinging a rosy pink. It seemed that she had made an assumption that was incorrect, and Aamon's reaction made it clear. She fidgeted in her spot, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his gaze.
"I... I see," she mumbled softly, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. Aamon continued to stare at her, his gaze unwavering and cold. It seemed that he was enjoying the way her cheeks turned pink and how she fidgeted nervously under his stare.
"Yes," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery. "It seems you need to be better informed, my dear." Riona felt a surge of irritation at the way Aamon called her "my dear." Again She narrowed her eyes at him and retorted back with a sharp tone.
"Don't call me 'dear,'" she snapped, her voice edged with annoyance. "I don't like being called that." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, her face settling into a stubborn expression. She didn't like the way Aamon spoke to her.
"I don't like being called 'dear' by someone I don't even know," she stated firmly. Aamon chuckled coldly, his eyes gleaming with a hint of arrogance "Oh, you should be grateful I haven't killed you yet," he said with a smirk.
Riona's eyes widened at his words, a mix of fear and shock washing over her face. "K-kill?!", she stuttered, her voice cracking slightly. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took a small step back.
Aamon laughed at her reaction, clearly enjoying the way her face paled and her voice trembled. "Oh, don't look so scared, my dear," he teased, his tone dripping with mockery. "I'm not going to kill you… yet."
The humor in his tone was both unsettling and infuriating to Riona. She could feel her cheeks burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment, and she clenched her hands into fists to stop them from shaking.
"You…You don't look like you're joking." she accused, her voice quivering slightly despite her efforts to sound more confident. Aamon chuckled again, taking a few steps toward Riona. There was a predatory gleam in his silvery eyes as he closed the distance between them.
"And if I am?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "What are you going to do about it, my dear?" Riona bristled at Aamon's use of "my dear" again, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. She took a step back as he moved closer, her heart skipping a beat as she felt the heat of his presence inches from her.
"You... you're getting too close," she murmured, her voice shaking slightly. Aamon smirked, clearly enjoying the way her voice trembled. "Oh really?" he teased, leaning even closer. "Don't forget that you are in my house, you'll follow my rules.".
"Listen...I'll get out of your house and I won't come back, I promise, okay?" Aamon pretended to think about it, then looked at her and took a step closer to her until he whispered in her ear "darling..Entering my house doesn't mean it's easy to get out of it.". Riona wished she could slap this crazy man.
Riona was just about to speak up, but the sound of pebbles lightly tapping against the window caught her attention. She turned her gaze towards the source of the disruptive noise, and through the glass she saw the familiar figure of Helen, a mischievous grin on her face. "Aamie," Helen called out from outside, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "Bring back my prey!"
Aamon's sharp gray eyes flicked towards the window at the sound of Helen's voice. His facial expression remained stoic, but there was a hint of annoyance in his gaze as he responded, "Your prey?" His voice was low and calm. Riona, standing beside him, felt a little shiver run down her spine. She couldn't help but be intimidated by the presence of the vampiress Helen,
Riona glanced at Aamon with a mixture of curiosity and concern, unable to resist the urge to ask, "Do you know her?" Her voice was soft, laced with a hint of unease. Aamon, his gaze never leaving Helen outside, replied in a measured tone, "maybe." He seemed to recognize the vampiress, but his answer was intentionally vague, offering no further explanation for their familiarity.
As Helen threw another pebble, a wave of anger surged through Aamon, his intense emotions barely contained. He swiftly grabbed Riona's arm with unexpected force, pulling her along with him as he headed towards the door. Riona couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. Riona attempted to resist his grip, but Aamon's hold on her was firm and almost painful, his demeanor cold and serious, a stark contrast to Helen's playful, youthful behavior.
It was clear that there was history between Aamon and Helen, and their relationship went beyond a simple acquaintance. Helen's eyes glittered with mischievous mischief as she entered, her gaze falling on Aamon. "Hey there, Aamie," she greeted Aamon with a teasing tone, using a nickname that clearly annoyed him. He fixed her with a stern look and firmly retorted, "She isn't your prey." Helen, undeterred by his seriousness, ignored his protest and continued, "And don't call me Aamie," Amon repeated firmly. But Helen just smirked, her stubbornness evident. "Oh, but I'm feeling playful today," she replied cheekily.
Helen's expression shifted into a sly, playful smile as she looked at Riona, her eyes fixing on her with a hungry gleam. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper, "Mmm, I can practically taste your blood already. It's taking all my willpower not to just sink my fangs into you right this moment." Before she could elaborate further, Aamon stepped in, delivering a light whack to the back of her head.
"Aamie!" Helen protested, turning to Aamon with an exaggerated pout. She clutched her head dramatically, pretending to be grievously injured. "You know that hurt!" She was feeling slightly provoked by Aamon's playful gesture, was about to throw a punch in return. As Helen lunged forward to retaliate, her balance suddenly faltered, and she stumbled. She wobbled on her feet, catching herself at the last moment before she could fall over completely.
Riona looked on, her eyes widening even further in surprise. Riona couldn't help but smother a small chuckle. Aamon quirked an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression as he observed Helen's stumble. "You're always so clumsy," he remarked dryly in his measured tone. His voice carried a hint of annoyance, but there was also a hint of familiarity and exasperation. It was clear that he was used to Helen's antics.
Helen regaining her balance, whined petulantly, "It's not fair! You stole my prey!" The expression on her face resembled that of a child denied a toy. She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out in a childish display of disappointment. Riona couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort at being referred to as "prey". She knew that for these Scary creatures, she was just a food source, and it was a harsh reminder of her place in this world.
Aamon's voice cut through Helen's complaints, his tone firm and final. "She's in my house," he stated simply, his gaze locking with Helen's. For him, that settled the matter. The implication was clear. Riona was under his protection, and Helen wouldn't touch her. "Now she is yours huh?" Helen sighed and rolled her eyes.
Helen's voice was laced with mock offense as she called out to Aamon. "Oh, look at you, Half-Fish," she teased, a smirk playing on her lips. "Living in isolation out here in the forest. You keep your malice Secretly, huh?.." She let out a chuckle "You're worse than me, you know that...not her knight." With a slight roll of his eyes, Aamon responded dismissively.
"What nonsense are you speaking of, Helen? Stop with these absurd claims." His tone conveyed a mix of annoyance and condescension, as if Helen's words held no weight or importance. Her claims seemed ridiculous to him, and he made it clear that he was uninterested in engaging with her nonsense.
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Aamon continued, his tone reflecting a mix of irritation and disbelief.
"Your words hold no weight, Helen. They're nothing but nonsense and speculation." Riona stood by, listening in on the exchange, trying to make sense of Helen's claims and Aamon's responses. The mention of the Royal family had piqued Riona's curiosity.
Riona's voice was soft and quiet as she whispered to herself, "Is that true?" She couldn't hide her astonishment and uncertainty. Meanwhile, Aamon's gray eyes locked onto her, a mix of anger and intensity in his gaze. His face remained serious and stoic, revealing nothing but a calm exterior.Riona felt a shiver run down her spine, realizing that Helen's words might hold some truth to them.
Aamon's grey eyes and the claws Which she saw last night certainly seemed to hint at some connection to the Sirens. Her heart raced with a mixture of intrigue and fear. Helen's smile became more sinister and disturbing as she observed Riona's confusion. Her lips curled upwards in a way that appeared almost predatory, revealing a hint of her sharp fangs. Her eyes glinted with a mischievous and almost malicious gleam, enhancing the unsettling effect of her smile.
It was a smile that sent a chill down Riona's spine, making it clear that Helen was enjoying Riona's fear and confusion.