Chapter 76: high in the tower…

The sky cracked and roared with thunder, rain flying through the night.

High in a castle, surrounded by a dark and dangerous forest, in the highest tower, was a man.

A dragon.

a dragon named DALE!

...okay, so that's NOT his name, but I can't remember it!

Dorian Gray!

No.

...Dromant!

...It COULD be Dale!

But it's not, and I know that. Hmm...Draxalite? Drazzle dazzle? Daxamite? Dalmation?

He's a halfbreed maybe dragon, not a dog, brian...

Draxattax?

"Do you know his name, Cyan?" I asked my adorable day old baby dragon.

It simply turned away from me.

Baby Dragons are so advanced, huh.

Like, I'm pretty sure a real baby would be dead by now.

I'm clearly a terrible baby sitter.

Like, I'm not even trying.

But that's not saying that Cyan isn't a real baby, he's just...sturdier. Reptilian. Not human. But I'm also not human...I'm pretty sure grandpa Alphard is a vampire. He's too pretty not to be. I mean, the man looks to be thirty but he's defintely at least sixty.

Then again, he could be what I am, my speices...what am I?

Dragonomer called me a daemon...and that woman in the ballroom..she called me a fledgling of her species...what am I exactly?

Gosh, it's so confusing.

I'm not a vampire but I...drink people? Consume their lifeforce? I don't know? Take their plasma? whatever it is, it's certainly vampire like. But I've met vampires, and I don't look like one. They're all...dried out and like...paper in texture. long, thin, and brittle pale hair and the bloodiest red eyes, I swear I felt like I was going to die when I accidentally cut my finger in from of one.

But my blood wasn't appealing to him.

He was also the only vampire I'd met. He was tall, thin, and willowy, but also had some kind of flab on his stomach, so even though he was tall and skinny, he looked as though he was in his first trimester, or had a beer belly.

Beer isn't a thing here. It's called mead, even though beer and mead aren't the same thing.

Gosh that seems so long ago! Months, years, not just a matter of days, weeks.

point is, I'm...not human. But I also don't know what I am.

And that terrifies me.

After finally getting Cyanide up, I inspected the room we were in. It was big, certainly...white...very, very white. There was a large sleigh bed across from the white door (where I was presently), a white wardrobe next to an oak wood desk, a large open door leading into the bathroom, where I can see a large marble tub and what looks like the edge of a sink.

It was bright in this room, from the round windows on either side of the bed. Cyanide was rubbing his blue eyes tiredly, probably not having slept enough for a barely day old baby dragon.

...Maybe I should give him back to his egg donor...

No, I stole--I mean kidnapped--decided to take responisbility for this reptilian creature with a thing for human (or not) fingers, that I took from a nest inside a random door (that I can't remember the location of...) in the infinite corridor...

Yeah, I can't give him back.

Besides, we've already bonded.

For life.

His and mine.

So there.

hmph.

...But back to my original problem; what is the drizzling dragon master's name?!

You know what? I'll ask him when I see him next! Yeah. But anyways I'm pretty sure he's up in his princess fiona tower, chilling with his dragon self, probably wondering what the word "friend" means.

Does it mean it's cool to have your butler drug said attempted friendship partner and deposit them in a eerily white room?

...I'd like to think not.

I hope he doesn't think this is normal.

I hope korean ku-ran doesn't think this is normal.

"...we should run away." I told Cyanide, who just huffed at me, annoying I woke him up.

Well I didn't want to be awake by myself, you know?

I'm in a strange room, In a strange castle, with a strange man and his butler.

Goddess help me.