Prince George: Vampires

Chapter 4

George's PoV

The following day, I looked at Beatrice, who was moving; strangely, she didn't sleepwalk; perhaps she did it only once. Beatrice looked at me, opened her eyes, let go of my hand, and adjusted herself.

"Didn't you sleep because of me?" Beatrice asked me.

"Don't worry, I'm used to not sleeping sometimes," I said, but the truth is that I don't sleep because I'm a vampire.

"Is that so? If so, please accept my apologies for any inconvenience. It's entirely my fault that you didn't sleep," Beatrice informed me.

"I'm not going to work right now; I'll just stay here at home," I explained to Beatrice, and she took off her blanket.

"I need to go outside because we are out of vegetables and meat in the fridge, so I need to buy," Beatrice explained.

"Do you want me to accompany you? I have nothing to do," I informed Beatrice, and I would have a chance to observe her while I was with her.

"All right, master," Beatrice said as I exited her room.

I went to my room and went straight to the bathroom, where I took a shower and then put my dirty clothes in the basket. When I finished wearing my silver ring on my index finger, I put on blue sleeves.

This indicates that I am a prince due to my surname, a prince without a princess. I approached Caroline's portrait and placed her silver ring on the doom to denote her status as a princess.

"If you were Beatrice, I hope you remember me, Caroline. I miss you so much," I said softly as I exited my room.

I went downstairs and saw Beatrice eating with a sandwich ready for me, but I didn't sit down; she was surprised because I sat on the sofa to wait for her after she had finished eating.

"Are you not going to eat your sandwich?" Beatrice inquired.

"I'm still full; I'll see you after dinner," I said, and Beatrice didn't say anything.

When Beatrice finished eating, she took the sandwich she had made for me and placed it in the fridge, thinking I would eat it, but perhaps I would remove it so she would think I had.

"Your stomach master is strong; I hope I'm like that. I might get acidic," Beatrice said.

"Master, I'll take a bath first and then get dressed, okay?" Beatrice inquired.

"Go ahead, I'm not rushing you," I said to her, and she went upstairs to the guest room to have a bathroom.

I chose this suitable mansion because my old mansion is ancient and everything in it is old. I could hear her singing while taking a bath, and I laughed because Beatrice's vocals sounded exactly like Caroline's.

Caroline also sings while taking a bath; a few minutes later, I noticed Beatrice dressed and wearing shorts and rubber shoes.

"It's a long way for us to buy what we need because we're going to but to someone I know," Beatrice explained to me, which is fine with me because it's also dull in my house.

"Let's go," I said to Beatrice as I stood up, and when we exited, I went straight to my car.

"Last night, I saw your car, but I was wondering why you don't seem to use it. You only use it for work," Beatrice said, her voice as chatty as Caroline's.

"I can bring my car anywhere, and I do that if I am so bored in my house," I said to Beatrice, and I entered my car.

Beatrice got in the car as well, and it was apparent to her that she didn't know how to fasten the seat belt, so I did it myself; we looked at each other, and her cheek flushed.

I immediately backed away because I knew that look was awkward, and then I started the engine.

"Let me show you where we're going," Beatrice said, and I nodded.

I began to drive, and Beatrice pointed out the roads; we were getting close, and I had the impression that there were too many mortals here, and this was their place. I can't do anything, and no one knows who I am because I'm a vampire.

We've arrived at the market, she says. I removed my seat belt after finishing parking my car, and Beatrice suddenly touched me.

"I don't know how to remove the seat belt," Beatrice explained, so I did remove her seatbelt.

"Now you know?" I asked Beatrice, and she nodded.

"Thank you very much, master!" Beatrice informed me.

"When we're outside, call me by my name," I told Beatrice, and she nodded as we walked into the market.

When we went inside, they stared at me because I knew I was attractive, and women whispered to me, so I put my arm around Beatrice, who was surprised.

"How come you put your arm on my shoulders?" Beatrice inquired.

"A lot of women are staring at me," I told Beatrice, and she laughed, and I remembered Caroline.

Caroline also laughed at me when I put my arm on her shoulder, so I removed my arm around her because I was suddenly sad and remembered my wife. She took what she needed, and I just followed; we went to the counter.

Fortunately, I know a bit about this generation because if I weren't going to be stupid to the people I'd meet, it would be simple to study this generation. However, I prefer the previous generation and the clothes we used to wear are still quite good.

"George, the p*****t," Beatrice said as she extended her hand to me.

"Credit card?" I inquired, and she nodded.

I gave my credit card. When this generation started, Johnny took care of the Valid ID and documents I needed to look like a resident in my area. Johnny also changed my birth date year.

I took Beatrice's purchases, and we went outside; when I got in my car, I put the purchases in my trunk. She also came in, and I noticed that she already knew how to fasten her seat belt, so I smiled and attached mine as well.

I started the engine and drove right away; we moved fast and arrived at my house quickly. When we arrived, I noticed Johnny outside my mansion, parked my car, and Beatrice noticed Johnny.

"She took me as a maid," Beatrice said. Well, I know that.

I stepped out of the car, as did Beatrice, who took our groceries while I approached Johnny.

"What exactly are you doing here? Didn't I tell you I killed you the next time I saw you?" I told Johnny, and he looked at me.

"Looks like you accepted the maid I gave you, which is good because she needs the money for her mother," Johnny said to me as Beatrice finished picking up our purchases and went inside.

"What brings you here?" I inquired to Johnny.

"You said I'd notify you once Caroline has been reincarnated? I discovered that she had already been reincarnated." I was surprised when Johnny told me that.

"Let's go somewhere else. Beatrice may hear us," I suggested, and Johnny burst out laughing.

"As if she can hear what we're saying, she's just mortal master," Beatrice told me, and she was right. She was just mortal, Beatrice.

"Do you have any idea where her reincarnation is?" When I asked Johnny, he shook his head.

"She just told me she was just close to you," Johnny explained, and I was taken aback; what if Beatrice was Caroline's reincarnation?

"Close to me? I'm not sure who it is, but I can wait for her no matter what," I said, and Johnny tapped me on the shoulder.

"Don't be sad any longer; she's already been reincarnated; are you still sad?" I bowed in response to what Johnny said.

"She won't remember me right away. I want to see her again," I told Johnny, and Beatrice burst through the door.

"Perhaps you're hungry. I'll make the food for you too!" Beatrice told us.

"Miss Beatrice, I'm fine! I'm also leaving," Johnny stated.

"Okay, maybe George will accept it!" Johnny looked at me as Beatrice said this.

"How come you allowed her to call you George?" Johnny inquired.

"Because I told Beatrice to call me by my first name when we were with someone else," I explained to Johnny, who nodded.

"Okay, I'm leaving; there's only one person nearby now. Beatrice is her name. It's possible that she used to be Caroline," Johnny stated.

"I'm observing Beatrice, and I'll ask maybe that as well," I told Johnny, who nodded.

Johnny left utterly, and when I entered my mansion, I noticed Beatrice cooking.

"I wouldn't have eaten if you hadn't cooked," I told Beatrice, and she gave me a look.

"Why don't you eat something? You have to eat like a human; you're not a ghost who doesn't eat food." Beatrice told me this as she finished cooking and placed the dish in the bowl.

I could smell the dish Beatrice was preparing and was surprised when the bowl slipped from her grasp and burned her leg.

"f**k! You're such a careless girl" I sighed and yanked Beatrice away from the discarded dish, immediately wetting her leg with cold water and hearing her cry.

"It hurts," Beatrice explained. I couldn't demonstrate my healing abilities to her, so I made her sit down.

"I'll get a first aid kit. You stay here," I said and went upstairs to get my first aid kit.

I'm always prepared because I know that occasionally a mortal comes here. If they get hurt, I have a first aid kit, as Johnny has already pointed out. When I arrived, Beatrice was still crying, and I quickly put some ointment on her leg, which she was hurt by when I applied it.

I wrapped her in a bandage, picked her up, and carried her to the guest room.

"I'm going to cook for just the two of us," I explained to Beatrice.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to eat?" Beatrice inquired.

"I want to eat right now," I said, but I would only do this once. I will do this because she was in pain.

Beatrice, like Caroline, cries when she is hurt, but it's a good thing I treat her wounds right away because she is afraid her entire body will be hurt, and they are the same as Beatrice. I don't know what to do if Beatrice was Caroline; I miss her so much.

I went downstairs and wiped down the spread dish. After that, I began preparing the dish. I cooked for a while and then put two in a small bowl so they wouldn't be thrown away because the big bowl Beatrice had put in earlier had already been thrown away.

When I returned to the guest room, Beatrice was still sobbing.

"How come you're still crying?" When I asked Beatrice, she was looking down at her leg.

"Because my legs aren't as good as they used to be, I'll have a scar from getting burned," Beatrice said as I placed the tray I was carrying on the table.

"Don't worry, it'll be gone tomorrow," I told Beatrice, and she was perplexed.

"Do you mean it'll be gone tomorrow?" Beatrice inquired.

"I'll pray that your leg wound heals. I'm good at praying," I said, but Beatrice remained depressed.

"We don't have anything in the fantasy story for it to heal spontaneously and the wound to disappear," Beatrice explained, and I just smiled inwardly.

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