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         He quickly slammed his door shut and locked it. He placed Eve on the ground and unwrapped the sweatshirt from around her frail body. Like he suspected she was passed out cold, and her breathing was weak. He noticed she was loosing a lot of blood and took a damp cloth and dabbed the neck wound he created. I can't let her die before I bring her to the Transylvania court, or they won't believe that my evidence is true, if she is dead , he though to himself as he kept dabbing. The bleeding on her neck stopped and he wrapped gauze on it so it would heal before he killed her.

He picked up her light body and placed it inside the bag and zipped it up but left a small hole for her to breath. He looked outside and the sun was rising. He had to go or he would miss the train to Transylvania. He pulled on a clean hoodie and put the hood up, he grabbed his suitcase and the duffle bag that was holding Eve, and left his room, walked down the marble stairs and left the mansion from the front doors. He walked for a while, looking up at the sky full of shades of orange and pink. He finally reached the train station and bought his ticket to Transylvania. He waited only a short 20 minutes for the train to arrive, he stepped on and took a seat near the back on the cart.

He closed the blinds over the train window to block the harsh sunlight, shining in the train. Finally, I can take charge or how bloods should be, he thought to himself, looking at the duffle bag that contained the small little spirit vampire. Sadism running through him as he though how joyful it would feel to kill her.

         Once he was sure she was following him, resumed his walk towards the restaurant, in silence. Although he was a kind personality, he had never been very talkative and wouldn't start with it now. This was one of the reasons as to why people usually kept a distance to him and some even found him scary or nervous to be around. However, Christopher didn't mind. He liked keeping a distance to other people and remaining on his own. Having peace and quiet was how he liked it, although he seldom found himself being able to experience this a lot lately. Mainly because he almost always felt stressed out about something. Then again, it probably was what followed being the advisor of the late queen.

When they reached the restaurant he was glad to see it was still open- and would be so for another hour. At least that was good. It meant he wouldn't have to worry about taking her back to Bran castle, at least. How would he be able to explain a human girl which was neither feeder nor tourist? And how would he be able to hide his vampiric identity (and everyone else's) from her? No, it would be impossible... and involving an innocent, human girl in the world of vampires was a terrible, idiotic, moronic and foolish idea. It would bring no one anything but possibly harm to her.

"Here we are," he said, pushing the door open and keeping it that way for her, smiling at her slightly. "Sorry for not introducing myself, by the way... I am Christopher Ward," Christopher said, trying to keep himself from looking so extremely tired as he felt, "Who may you be?" he asked as he waited patiently for her to enter the restaurant.