Words: burial of red flowers, cup of wine, tombstone, slave branding, ominous sign, white raven, night escape.
Benjamin was walking on a soily floor while holding a cup of wine. Angel always told him that this is the burial of red flowers, that one day red flowers will rise from under this soil and their bloody faces will smile at the sky.
Now Angel was gone, forever. And soon her perfect body will rest in the heart of this soil, under a tombstone in her own shape, with the wings of an angel.
As Benjamin was lost in his thoughts, a white raven flew towards him from among the trees of the forest and sat on his shoulder. Benjamin thought to himself, what could this mean? Was it an ominous or auspicious sign?
At this moment, a voice behind him said:
Benjamin turned his head and saw Monk Petrus.
I don't want to hear anything about it.
Benjamin!
Angel was the one who saved me from myself. While every day I was sinking deeper into the swamp of darkness, she was the one who pulled me out. I had become an enemy to my own kind and was killing them, my hands were stained with their blood and this...
Benjamin's lips began to tremble.
Petrus shook his head as a sign of negation.
No, Benjamin. You didn't know her.
She made me not to be an enemy to my kind, vampires, not to be my own enemy.
At this time, he sobbed and fell on his knees.
Petrus looked sadly at Benjamin, the only vampire he respected and even admired. To some extent, he had a guilty conscience, because he was the one who encouraged Benjamin to become a vampire hunter in the past, and this was the beginning of Angel's entry into Benjamin's life.
He went to Benjamin, bent down a little and put his hand on his shoulder.
Benjamin thought to himself that he wished he too could escape the harsh reality of his life right now, a delightful night escape.
