The First Night

Light steps rushed over the marble floor of the upper balcony overseeing the entrance hall, resonating through empty corridors and down the stairs. In the almost perfect silence the young voice cut through it as if he had shouted, but in reality, his voice was only near tears. 

“Michael?!” 

At the sound from above Dylan looked up, spotting Jude at the same moment the other saw him. The look in the young vampire’s face fit his voice and Dylan even at this distance was positive he had indeed cried probably moments ago. He was not surprised to see Jude awake this early in the afternoon as most of them were waking up around this time but it was definitely too early for this kind of emotion. 

“What is going on? Are you alright?” he asked putting down the bags he had carried from the garage. In the meanwhile, his snow-covered shoes formed a small puddle on the polished stone. 

“Have you seen Michael?” Jude asked coming halfway down the stairs, but the closer he came the lower got his voice and his eyes that no longer meet Dylans. 

“No. I just came back. Why? What has he done?”
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