Christabelle’s bedroom was something of a mini palace, the silk black bed sheets which draped the bed looked like heaven and the deep cream carpets and walls gave the impression of something rather grand. The full moon shone into the room, blessing them all with its light, there was little need for the lamp which shone bright as the far end of the room. Nicholas had never been in a castle quite like this, he liked it, he could probably get used to such surrounding’s. He smiled weakly at her when she offered him a seat, though he felt like standing. His brain was still a bit intoxicated from the drink he had had minutes previously but his senses and appearance seemed the same as usual. Nicholas clasped his hand’s behind his back and walked slowly to the window. The stars over head seemed like little beacons of hope, shining so high up in that dark black sky. The moon was at its fullest tonight, a blessing for couples enjoying a romantic stroll in the outdoors but there were other things. Things that were sharing the night with them, sharing the night but secretly plotting to make the night their own. It was wrong that creatures like vampires and werewolves were left to walk the streets, stalking on the living to fuel their state of death. “I can sense them out there you know, stalking in the darkness, deceiving trusting victims before pursuing their un clean desires. There is a masquerade out there, our eyes are shielded from the horrors that await us. Werewolves and Vampires are granted special right’s by our ministry, protected and educated by our society, yet they attack us come the full moon and drink our blood for sustenance. Why, when we have a dark lord obsessed with power, do we still share the night with such creatures? I don’t understand it Christabelle, I just don’t, under-stand-it.” Nicholas’s grip on his wand seemed to have tightened considerably, he had drawn it back in Hogsmeade thinking that he would be apparating and had forgot to put it back it seemed. His eyes remained fixed on it for a moment before he placed it carefully in his back pocket. Before his gaze fell once more on the night outside the window.
They were high up in the castle, probably in one of the tower room’s, he liked heights, Nicholas was not fazed by them at all. He tilted his head to the side slightly, allowing his fringe to fall across his face before smiling a little and continuing “We live in an age of peace, brought about by a vampire named Emof but they just don’t understand. Peace is just a shadow of death, desperate to cover up and forget its painful past. But how can it when behind the scenes our strings are being pulled by those who wish too rule over us? We are like puppets, but I don’t want to be a puppet anymore Christabelle. Something needs to be done to counter these deceptive creatures. Our own ministry refuses to see the problem and tries to bring a curtain down over our eyes, but no....more.” Nicholas turned to face his beloved for the first time since entering the room, his arms were folded and his handsome features showed little emotion, considering the seriousness of the situation. He walked slowly towards her and spoke calmly “Am I going on a bit Christabelle dearest? I apologise, its just something I cant seem to shake. I see them run around our school and my blood boils, I’ve tried to keep a lid on my feelings but I cant, please Christabelle.” He implored, placing his hand’s on his waist “Tell me you feel the same, tell me that my ambitions and beliefs are true. You see it don’t you? I can tell you see it. You and I are alike in more ways than just our attraction for each other, you are too smart to be fooled by them all. You know that the creatures of the night must lose their freedom too the strong, such should be the way of our world. It is the providence of nature that the strong prevail, that’s why we need to build up our strength…..You understand?”