After Lord Nicholas and Timothy Rufus arrived back at the mansion, Heidi was asked by Timothy to join them at the cellar room. It was located underground; a medium sized room where the three sides of the wall was covered with several bottles. At the center of the room was a table with seven chairs in place. The room had ample amount of light from the simple chandelier that was at the center of the ceiling, holding candles at each interval of space.
Heidi sat one seat away from the lord and two seats away from Mr. Rufus. Since she arrived at the cellar she hadnât looked in the eye of the lord. He looked different. When she had first laid her eyes on him it took her few seconds to shake her off the trance she was put into by his mere appearance. She didnât know what had caused in his sudden change of his appearance but if it was possible now he looked more daunting than before. Gone was his bronze brown hair to be replaced by an inky black mane which was cut by the sides while leaving the front long. But it wasnât just the hair but the small piece of metal that adorned the upper side of his ear.
He looked too good to be real.
Previously his brown hair complimented the mask he wore in front of people but now his looks synced with his actual nature, thought Heidi to herself.
âHeidi, you havenât taken a sip yet,â Timothy noted looking down at her glass.
âAh-I am sorry,â she apologized, taking the glass by its stem and taking a sip to feel her toe curl at the bitter taste it left after she swallowed the liquid.
âAhahaha, is it that bad?â she shook her head at Mr. Rufusâ question, âThatâs alright. Not everyone is fond of the zorbeten. Isnât tasting these also part of her education,â he asked the lord.
âNot all families welcome the thought of drinking alcohol, Tim,â she heard Nicholas speak and from the frequency of his voice she could tell his face was in the direction she sat, âWould you like to try something less bitter?â
She turned her head, meeting his eyes to only be captured by them. If it was viable she would prefer to combust into dust than be stared by him with his unwavering gaze at her.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYes, please,â she answered softly without giving it much thought, to which he offered a smile. Getting up from his seat, the lord walked towards one side of the wall while hovering his hand over the green bottles.
âThatâs really unfair, Nick. Now is the only time I would wish to be a lady. He is too nice to women,â Timothy commented sulkily to gain Heidiâs attention. He then leaned over to whisper, âNicholas never shares the bottles on that side of the wall. Not even the head council had the privilege to taste it. The last time he opened it was when one of the Countâs daughter visited few months ago.â
âYou havenât tasted it either?â Heidi asked curious.
âOh, I did. Just a couple of times though,â Timothy grinned. The lord and the butler did match each other in few things. One who treasured apples, and the other who treasured the cellar of alcohols with what Heidi heard from Mr. Rufus.
Mr. Rufus continued to speak but Heidi stopped listening to him, seeing the lord pick a bottle in one go and bringing it to the table with a new glass. The bottle was half empty when Nicholas opened the cork with his long fingers to pour the liquid which didnât even fill half of the glass. When the glass was given to her, she leaned forward to smell the aroma that wafted across her nose lightly. She then brought the glass to her lips and took a sip for the flavours to burst on her tongue. It had a sweet taste but when the liquid was gulped, it left a light prickly feeling in her throat.
âDoes it suit your taste?â Nicholas asked and saw her nod.
âThank you,â she murmured. Nicholas had also poured an extra glass for Timothy, and Heidi noticed how his glass was filled unlike hers. As though reading her face, Nicholas spoke,
âThis is a wine specially made for vampires. Vampires donât get high on the ones which are made for humans. If I gave you a full glass you wouldnât be able to handle it,â he gave a short glance towards her while corking back the bottle, âWhen you are at a vampireâs mansion, make sure you donât pick something which isnât meant for you drink. There have been few cases when humans have fallen prey. Even if we speak about equality, I am sure you know the current crisis between the humans and vampires. For precaution stick to water, most of the humans follow it unless insisted by the host,â he warned her to be careful.
âYou are scaring the poor woman,â Timothy frowned seeing Heidiâs guarded expression, âWarren is going to be beside her the entire time. Thereâs nothing to worry about,â he said to Heidi and at the same time they heard footsteps approaching the cellar, âTalk about the devil. Good afternoon, Warren. Come join us.â
âThank you for the invitation but I will have to decline. I have somewhere else to be. Heidi,â hearing him address her, she stood up a little worried. She saw him look at her hands that was holding the glass with a serious expression. She realized she shouldnât have joined the lord and the other man in the cellar as it seemed like her fiance disapproved of her presence here. For a fleeting moment she felt his eyes move towards the lord before looking back at her, âItâs a short notice but Duke Wilford wants us to join for a soiree heâs hosting this evening.â
âI will be ready,â she answered promptly, trying to take up the role as his partner and saw him offer her a patient smile.
âThank you, I appreciate that. The butler said you received the invitation too,â he said as Lord Nicholas took a mouthful from his glass and gulped it, to empty the glass, âYou changed your appearance,â he noted.
âI did,â Nicholas replied with a smile, âWhat do you think?â
âIt suits you,â Warren kept his compliment short.
âIt does, doesnât it,â if one heard the lordâs conversation, they would surely peg him to be a narcissist. But Heidi did agree internally that the inky black hair suited him much better than his natural brown hair.
âOf course, it would. It is his natural color,â Timothy commented to Heidiâs surprise. So the brown and bronze hair he carried with himself all these days wasnât the natural color? Now that she thought about it, she remembered seeing a family portrait in the mansion with a small boy with black hair.
âHeidi, I had something for you, would you like to join me in drawing room?â Warren asked her.
âOkay,â she nodded.
Before she could walk out of there she wondered what to do with the glass in her hand which was yet to be finished. She didnât want to waste the alcohol which the lord had opened just for her but at the same time she couldnât bring herself to drink with Warren in front of her. Nonetheless, she turned back, placing the glass on the table and excused herself to walk outside the cellar with Warren.