Chapter 3

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*GACKT POV*

From the moment I saw him I knew he was the one I needed. Well, I didn't truly know for sure. But my gut told me I needed him, his blood. I crave power and immortality. I need him. But why is it when I look at his face I feel like I'm looking at an old friend? And his voice, so familiar. I'd been watching him for a while now. I found that his name is Adam. What is it that attracts me to this man? He reminds me of a sweet soul from the past.  Ah, but where is he?!

*ADAM POV*
After waking up from my long slumber, I decide to explore the castle. It truly is elegant . Such long hallways and so many doors, I may get lost. But that won't stop my curiosity. While all the rooms are beautiful, there is one that catches my eye. It seemed to be a library. I walk in and I'm welcomed by a calming atmosphere. Lit candles, a slight rose aroma, and a beautiful angel mural on the walls. I could fall asleep once again. I look around and find something glistening in the reflection of the window. It's a silver heart shaped locket. I mustn't be nosy, but I can't help but look inside. It's, its the man! And someone else, Perhaps the same man in the stained glass portrait? I feel strange after looking at it. What is this emotion? Suddenly, I feel a hard, cold slap across my hand then the locket is ripped out of my grasp. He's here! I didn't even notice! How do I explain myself?! He hisses at me, " What do you think your doing?!" . I'm lost for words, I feel a lump in my throat. I start to stutter. He anxiously walks around in circles, then clasps my hands together. " Now, why don't we dine together? I'll have the maid cook something for us". "Maid? There is servants here?!" it's so quiet here, I never would have guessed. He shakes his head "Servant, my maid Mana.". We walk into the kitchen and he starts to ring a bell loudly. I see a gothic, doll-like man run into the room and bow. "Yes, now Mana, cook me and Ma Cherie something to eat." . Mana bows once again and goes off to prepare our meal. Ma Cherie? Strange choice of words.  We both sit on the opposite ends of the long table. No conversation is made.

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