Chapter 4: Under the sun
Balmy rays from the morning sun seeped in through the uncurtained window and came to stroke her skin. When Arabella's eyes finally fluttered open, they required a minute in order to fully assimilate her surroundings, recalling the events that had taken place the day before.
She pushed the sheets off and picked her locket from the nightstand, clasping it around her neck in front of the large mirror attached to the vanity table.
A hand rose and instinctively traveled up to her face, hovering over the scrapes she'd sustained the night prior.
New tissue had already formed to seal the wounds shut, leaving but the dry scars in their wake. It was as though Arabella had endured them far longer in the past than she did in reality.
It was no odd occurrence, by any means. She was well acquainted with the effectiveness of vampire blood against human ailments and as Ada had expressed when handing her the remedy, the blood of older vampires worked better than that of younger ones. A fact which she'd been well aware of.
A distant sound became audible. That of heavy grinding and growling, faint at first but thundering louder as it drew nearer. She straightened her posture and pricked up her ears.
Although, before long, she realized it was the familiar sound of a wheel tray being pushed.
The roaring ceased at once right by the door to the room, then came a gentle knock on the wood.
"Yes?"
"Tis me, Ada, Miss," Ada's muffled voice came through, "I've come bringing you breakfast,"
"Please, come in," Arabella rushed towards the door, but stood aside, allowing Ada to reel the tray inside.