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Seasons change, people stop and gaze in wonder at the changing of seasons. One might think in all these years, Osgar would’ve stopped paying attention to the ever-changing seasons, or the people reacting to them. Yet from his home, an apartment complex he precured many, many years ago he looked down and watched in amazement at the people. Running and playing, stopping to look at the beautiful trees that grew and the plants that arose within their city designated spot.

Yet still Osgar was fascinated by them. Back when he was considered to being part of the living, they never really had the luxury to stop and smell the flowers, as it were. He had to tend to the farm, look after his family, fight in another man’s war and die. His life, though long and full of wonder, was also full of despair and sorrow.

But Osgar tries and stay focused on the positive in his life. There is so much, and he has it all written down. The tough times too, but that is the point of a memoir, is it not? To write down the good and the bad, and to revisit it whenever you so choose? Turning away from the window, he walked towards the bookcase that ran the span of twenty feet long and ten feet high. It ran the length and height of the room, and it was filled with all his memories. He felt it was necessary, to keep it all there. Who knows when his clan might need to revisit the past and learn from it.

His experiences helped shape who he is today, though he does have some challenging time catching up with the times. He has yet to purchase a television that everyone seems to be yammering on about. He also still has a rotary phone, just off to the side atop a stack of medical books, which are more recent then anything else in his three-bedroom apartment. Osgar doesn’t live in the dark ages though, he does have electricity and running water. And heat, for those frigid winter nights.

But he has no need for television or the internet. He has the news paper and his bar to keep him up to date on life. And he has a few trinkets in one of the rooms to keep an eye on some people. There was also a tv in his bar, but that was mostly for his customers benefit more then his own. If he could, he’d remove the damn thing and just enjoy the quiet. Like they used to. But he had to changes with the times.

Running his hand over a series of books along his bookshelf, he wondered which one he’d like to revisit this day. So many years, and so many sights he had seen. His hand stopped and he turned his eyes towards the memoir in question. ‘1589’ was carved into the spine of the book. Faded and rough, he pulled the book from the shelf and walked over to his chair by the window. The chair is seated next to a chess table and another chair, though that chair is less worn then his.

Mighty oak legs at the base, and rough worn leather wrapped around the chair. His arm chair wasn’t quite suitable to be at a chess table, but this is his house and he felt it was. Osgar cracked opened the book and began reading his memories. This was the year he had met Dimitri Petrov, who Osgar would later use as an alias while in Russia. Just one of his many names throughout history. He was deep within reading the first few pages when there was a wrapping onto his apartment door.

Only his clan lived in the building, so he wondered which one came by. Or if it was a neighbour coming over to complain about the noise coming from his tenants again. Sometimes he had to scold his ‘children’ about the noise, but he always forgave them. They all were just in their infancy or childhood of vampire years. They weren’t tired of it all yet. “Come in.” he called to the door, when he is home he leaves it unlocked. He found no need to lock it, not with his experiences behind him. And really, what is this old four story apartment complex got worth stealing?

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Sometimes it was difficult to believe that she’d been walking the earth for around 60 years. Stranger, Helena didn’t feel any different. She still felt like the same girl she had been as a human. A young aspiring artist with little care for anything else, except bringing a little beauty into the world. It had always been her dream. She’d wanted to have her work showcased in a gallery, one where everyone in her life would flock to see in person. A dream that was cut short when she’d been hit by a car and almost died. No, she should have died. If it hadn’t been for her brother finding her and then begging her to be turned then she would have met the same fate as her parents.

Rasmus had saved her life. He’d always been there for her, and it seemed they would always have each other’s back. Even now, in the present, Helena couldn’t imagine living in a world without her brother. Both had gone through so much. They had been orphaned at a young age and moved from foster home to foster home due to her brother’s anger issues. If she hadn’t been so stubborn, then perhaps she could have obtained a new family. But that would have been wrong. It would have been cruel to leave Rasmus on his own and to go off to live her own happy life. He needed her, and even now she still needed him. They were a pair, and after all these years he was the only one left from her old life.

It didn’t stop the two of them from bickering constantly, in a way most siblings would. Helene huffed as she stormed out of her apartment, slamming the door in her brother’s face. Rasmus could be so stupid at times. He’d stopped by her house, trying to warn her about carelessly flirting with some of the boys he’d caught her hanging around. He was so annoyingly, overprotective at times. It was almost like he didn’t think she could handle herself. She wasn’t his weak baby sister anymore; Helena knew she was stronger. If someone tried to mess with her, she had faith that she could kick their ass. She only hoped she wouldn’t lose control of herself. Being the young, baby vamp that she was she did still have trouble controlling her hunger, though not as much as Rasmus seemed to sometimes.

Whatever, the argument only meant that she needed to get away from her brother for a bit. She figured she could see the city, maybe spend some time in the park. There was plenty to be done, with the night still being young. With no destination in mind, Helena wandered the streets for a few moments reflecting on her thoughts. There was so much she still wanted to do, and even as a vampire she still felt so young. It was a strange thing to consider, especially when her lifespan would slowly overpass that of most humans in a decade or so. It was a scary thing to think about.

Instead of heading outside straight away, she instead chose to go down a ways in search for Osgar ’s place. She figured stopping by to see the older vampire couldn’t hurt, especially since it had probably been awhile since she’d seen him. He was her sire after all, and practically like a second father to her. Even he’d never replace her first father, there was no denying that he was an important part of her life. She also felt like she owed him in some ways for helping both her and her brother over the past years.

Helena stood outside the door and knocked on it a few times. She hoped she wasn’t disrupting anything. It was a silly thought for sure, but the young vampire never enjoyed interrupting other people’s times. She heard Osgar’s voice saying to go in from outside the door, and turned the door knob before slowly peeking in. “Hello.” She greeted with a soft smile. Her eyes looked to the book he was reading, and she immediately felt some guilt overcome her. Oh god, she really was interrupting him, wasn’t she? “Sorry if I’m interrupting. I just thought I’d stop by for a bit.” She waited for a moment before entering fully and walking toward a window where she could easily look outside.

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His eyes had never left the pages they were settled upon. Looking back on the memories, of times long since past. Sometimes he thought about what he might have done differently in those times, about the people he saved or had tried to. He thought about the families he had, and had long since forgotten their faces. Such a life was a painful one. But still, he views upon his older memories with a warm heart. For they weren’t all bad.

Though his eyes had left the page now, upon hearing a feminine voice echo through his home. A warm smile had washed over him. “Ahh, Helena. A wondrous surprise.” He spoke, closing his journal from so long ago, placing it on his lap. His eyes followed her movement. “You aren’t interrupting at all, please.” He said warmly with a slight chuckle at the end. Despite it all, despite his family having forgotten about him, he still had his chosen family with him. And he counted her as one of those.

Osgar stayed in his seat and watched Helena Nox Caelum approach the window, her gaze falling outside onto the city below. “Is something bothering you?” he asked, sensing a small bit of tension emitting from her. Normally she would be so vibrant and full of life, as ironic as that was given their condition. “Please have a seat.” He offered, gesturing with his hand towards the empty seat just across from the chessboard situated next to him.

“You know you can come to me if you are having any problems, you know this correct?” he spoke warmly, reminding that his door is always open to his family. There were times, in the past he had closed himself off from others. But he didn’t want to do that to them, not any longer. Looking down at his journal that laid on his lap, he took it and placed it firmly between the black and white pieces upon the chessboard.

Standing up he smiled at Helena. “Tell me everything that troubles you child, I’ll make you some tea.” He said softly, turning towards the kitchen. Upon arriving there, he grabbed the kettle which sat upon his stove and brought it over to the sink. He filled it with the cool water and then placed it back on the stove. Now what was odd about his stove is that it wasn’t an electric stove like many of the other tenants. Sometimes this old codger preferred things back in the day. His stove was gas lit. Osgar said it made the taste better.

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No matter what kind of mood she was in, looking out at the city never failed to calm her. Not that Helena was in a bad mood, per say. She may have been annoyed at her brother, but despite that, her spirits were moderately high. Watching civilians enjoying a park, or cars drive past on the streets helped to ease any tension in her body. It especially helped relax any nerves that she had initially felt about disturbing Osgar. She crossed her arms across her chest as her eyes traveled to watch some children playing across the streets. Lena couldn’t remember if she’d always been a people watcher, but there was no doubt that it proved to be a suitable distraction.

She turned around as soon as she heard Osgar speak up. Helena smiled and nodded in response to the greeting, while not bothering to hide the look of relief that crossed her features when he said that she wasn’t interrupting something. She turned back to the window for a moment to cast another look outside, biting her lip unsure what to do. She should sit down. Make herself feel comfortable, but for some reason, she couldn’t find any desire to do so. Was she being silly? Definitely. She was with family after all, even if they weren’t blood-related. While he could never replace her birth parents, he had become like a second father to her.

Forcing herself to let out a soft sigh that would hopefully release any troubled feelings, Helena turned to walk around the room for a couple seconds. She stopped near a chair just as she heard him ask if anything was wrong. Was there something wrong? She wasn’t sure how to answer that. Taking a moment to retrieve her thoughts, Helena took up Osgar’s offer to sit down first. She sat down in the seat he’d pointed out to her, and took a moment to breathe and make herself comfortable. “I don’t know.” She stated calmly, trying not to think too much.

Why was explaining things too hard? Helena worked on gathering her thoughts while listening to Osgar go on to speak some more. It was true. She did know that she was always welcome to go to him if she had any problems. Maybe that was her problem. She didn’t always talk about what was bothering her. Instead, it seemed more in her nature to try to hide her problems behind a cheerful personality, to always be the happy one who wasn’t struggling. And then when she did have problems, it grew increasingly hard for her talk about things. She was more likely to shut herself away.

She didn’t speak up again until he mentioned getting tea. Would she like some? Yeah definitely, and it gave her a reason to settle in more. “Um yeah. I’d like that.” She stated calmly right before swallowing nervously. She had been thinking about going out to grab a bubble tea later, but this would be the next best option. A hot cup of tea would certainly help relieve her of whatever tension she was feeling.

But it was now her turn to speak and try to get some thoughts off her chest. It all seemed silly to think about, and a part of her was almost afraid of sounding childish. “Nothing’s really bothering me…at least I don’t think so.” She began trying to shrug it off like it was nothing. “I guess I’m just annoyed. I got into an argument with Raz because he’s being overprotective again. And trying to stop me from going out to clubs.” Okay saying it out loud definitely made it sound sillier, almost human to some degree. “Like I know the worries are justified, because I’m still learning how to control my hunger, but…but I also think that I get a better feel for how to control myself when I do go out to enjoy the nightlife.”

Not to mention that physically she was a twenty-one-year-old girl, and a part of her still craved to live a life she’d missed out on when she was human. “I feel like he’s just being stubborn and stupid.” The last statement left her mouth, as she crossed her arms across her chest once more. Her troubles were feeling more and more childish, though it reminded her how much she hated arguing about petty things. Though it still felt good to get some of her thoughts off her chest.

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Watching his fledgling stand there, seemingly closed off staring out the window, he sighed a defeated sigh. There had been many fledgling vampires come and go from his clan, even since he made it so many centuries back. But he always had a trouble with being left out. He always wanted to have a hand in helping them. No matter the way. He just wanted to make this unlife better for them.

Though, as Osgar went to say something, the whistling of the tea began to flood the kitchen. Not wanting to lose all the boiling water, he took the kettle and placed it on a different burner. He shut off the gas and proceeded to acquisition two cups from the cupboard overhead. Placing them upon small plates and bringing them back out into his living room.

He smiled faintly when Helena took the cup from his hands and began to sip it. Moving back over to his chair, he sat down and started to sip upon his tea. There was a silence that filled the apartment. Only broken by the periodic sound of the cups clinking against the plates. Cups and plates that Osgar had owned for the past three centuries. He was very fond of these antiquities, as some might call them.

However, the silence was broken when Helena. Osgar looked over at her, a bit taken aback by the sudden sounds. Though he easily calmed himself and started to listen to her words. He would take a sip from his tea while listening to her, and would nod his head. ‘Ahh, sibling problems.’ he thought to himself, closing his eyes and thinking back. It had been nearly a century since he had a squabble with his own brother. He could no longer even remember Eadwine’s face. Nor his parents faces. Not even his younger sister, Cyneburga. He wondered, should he have turned them? Or let them live out their lives? Would they have accepted their undeath, like he has? Or would they have fought it?

Too many questions that had now arisen from this. But that wasn’t what he needed to be doing right now. He had to focus on his fledgeling. Taking one last sip of his cup of tea, he placed it upon the chessboard that was between the two. He picked up the book that laid upon it and walked over to his shelf. Placing it back into it’s spot he started to count backwards. “I can understand what you mean.” he said, continuing to count, though he was now skipping entire sections. “I don’t think I’ve ever spoken much about this, not with you at least.” he paused in what he was saying, “Ahh, here it is.” he interrupted himself, grabbing onto a very faded and worn book.

Y1040~Y1066. The years he was alive, the years he had been with his family. “I am the eldest of three children. There was my sister, Cyneburga. And my brother, Eadwine. He was a muggleborn.” he continued, approaching his chair and sitting back down. With a heavy sigh, he cracked open the book. With a loud creaking noise, the began to flip the pages. “Me and Cyneburga, even though she always followed me around wherever I went, did have our spats. Such as this moment. It was around the time of a festival in the village, and a local boy was infatuated with her. But I had know that he wasn’t the one for her. That boy was known as a thief and a cheat. Yet still, Cyneburga continued to want to see him.” he recounted these details while looking down at the page.

The handwriting seemed so foreign and faded. The pages so yellowed and dry. He was beginning to wonder if he should update it, transcribe it to a new book so that it won’t be so… disheveled. “But in the end, I respected her choice and let her learn her lesson. She broke it off with the boy a few days after our initial argument.” he continued, with a faint smile across his lips. Somehow, reading these pages gave Osgar a faint reminder of his birth family. Something he hasn’t been able to do in so long.

He closed the book and placed it upon the table, nudging it towards Helena. “My dear, your brother will always be there for you. And he just needs to learn, that you have to live your own life and do what you need to. Else you will miss out on so much that life has to offer.” he said these words, thinking of his own longevity. “I have been around for nearly a millennium, I have seen, and done, far more than either you or your brother.” he started to lean back into his seat. “Trust me when I say, don’t be angry at him. And just do what needs to be done with your life. I trust that if you ever have a problem, you can come to me or your brother. Because you know we’ll have your back.” he continued, turning his head towards her with a smile.

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Staring out the window, she hated the guilt that seemed to be riding up in her. Helena had always hated closing herself off. Hated the feeling that maybe she was leaving others in the dark. It was a habit that had formed when she’d first become an orphan alongside her brother. After losing their parents, and having to move back and forth between different homes. It had taken her years before she found anything that even felt remotely like a secondary family.

Even though Osgar was like a father to her, she’d spent some time standing there in silence. Not saying anything, and only looking out the window. Maybe it was because she’d been turned at such a young age. Eternally 21, she’d barely had a chance to lose whatever inner teenage rebellion had stirred within her. Maybe some traces of it would always exist inside her, making her hesitant to openly talk about particular matters. Or maybe she was just being stubborn. Both were equally possible.

She did turn around when she heard the tea kettle going off, accepting the cup when Osgar handed it to her. Not wanting to stand up while drinking, Helena moved to make herself comfortable on one the couches. Kicking off shoes onto the floor, she moved into a more comfortable position on the couch. Legs crossed and knees spread to the side, as she straightened her back after taking on her usual sitting position. Helena picked her tea back up and sipped it. Silence fell for a few moments until she spoke up.

Even after she’d said the words she’d felt silly. Fighting with her brother felt so human, something that she thought she would have stopped after living for nearly thirty years. Maybe they’d always fight. The two of them had always been there for each other, watching each other’s backs, so sometimes she wondered if it was a sign of how close they were. Still, there was no denying Rasmus could be stupid. She wasn’t looking for any kind of romance. Most guys who flirted with her usually walked away disappointed once she refused to give them what they wanted.

Head tilted in a soft nod when her sire spoke up, Helena turned to watch as he moved to grab a book from the shelves. Her eyes lit up with curiosity when he sat back down, and she wondered what it was he’d found. Maybe some story from his past. The young vampire had always had an interest in history. Okay, most of it was art history, mostly because there were so many stories hidden behind the work of famous artists. How they’d managed to capture historic moments, telling stories of famous battles through imagery was fascinating to her. That and watching the styles and techniques change throughout the years.

Helena leaned forward, listening intently as Osgar went on to share his story. He told her of his own family or well mortal family. It was something she’d never thought about. Yet it was also a reminder, a reminder that all vampires were mortal once. The relationship with his sister reminded her of what she and Rasmus had. Her brother could be a butt for sure. An overprotective butt, but as was revealed from the older vampire’s story so could all brothers.

“You two must have been close,” she commented once he finished with his story. A smile formed on her face as she took a final sip from her tea, placing the cup down on the table when she was finished. Helena reached out to grab the book after Osgar placed it on the table, taking time to glance at the pages while slowly flipping through it. She didn’t expect to read through it right there, but she was curious to see what was inside it. “I guess being annoyingly overprotective is an older brother’s job.” It was something she’d tried to tell herself multiple times, or Rasmus had told her on occasion. Osgar’s story only made the words ring truer.

Flipping through the pages, she nodded while listening to him speak more. She thought back to her early argument with her brother, and even farther back to when their parents died in that car accident. They’d always had each other, were often the only ones either could rely on. “I don’t think I could ever stay angry at him,” she commented thinking back to all she’d been through with him. “For the longest time we were all each other had. After losing our parents, I don’t know… no matter how annoying he is, I don’t think I could ever stay mad at him.”

Her mind wandered back to when she’d first been turned. She could barely remember the accident that had almost killed her, could barely even comprehend what her brother might have felt at the time. “I do trust him. I trust both of you, I mean we’re a family right?” Her voice perked up at that, realizing that she’d managed to find a new family.

It was the circumstances that lead to her becoming a vampire that caused her shoulders to slump in a brief moment of sorrow afterward. “Do you think--” she began to ask, questioning why her brother was so overprotective. “That he’s more protective because he almost lost me once. That I...I almost met the same fate as our parents?” Her voice quivered a little from having never spoken the words out loud. The question had popped into her head multiple times in the past, but this was the first time she’d let it escape her mouth.

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Osgar watched his fledgling sit upon the couch just across from him. Watching her kick off her shoes and sit cross-legged on the old couch caused the old vampire to let out a chuckle. It reminded him of an old Chinese fellow he met a few centuries back. Though his face and name have escaped him at the moment, the memory is still there. Which is the most important thing, memories. Without them, he wouldn’t have anything left.

As Osgar went on with his recollection of his sister and their own spat from almost a millennium ago, he nodded his head. There were a few times he wondered just what sort of life she had, and the lives of his mother and brother. And if they would’ve accepted for who he is, a vampire. Folding his legs, Osgar smiled, though it wasn’t an entirely happy smile. There was a tinge of pain and regret. He deeply missed his younger siblings, and all he wanted to do was protect them.

“Yes, we were. So was Eadwine and I. I protected them as best I could. I answered the King’s call specifically for them, to protect them from the Norsemen.” He said softly, wondering if that was the right choice in things. What would have happened if he refused the call to arms? Would he have been branded a traitor? Such things have haunted his mind in the past, and the answer will never be known. Upon her next words, Osgar let out a slight chuckle. “It’s a job we as older brother’s don’t take lightly.” It was true though, no doubt about it.

His green eyes watched the younger vampire as she flipped through his first memoir of sorts. Such a long time ago… but his attention was brought back to her as she began to speak some more. This time saying, she couldn’t stay mad at him, and the reasoning. A small smile grew on the older man’s lips. He was glad the two of them had each other, and he understands how painful it can be to lose family. Lord knows he has lost his fair share, perhaps more. He only has his descendants now, and do they even know of his existence?

Staying silent for a bit, he let her speak, getting her feelings out in the open. “Yes, we are indeed a family. And family looks out for one another.” He answered her, but he felt like he didn’t need to. But he wanted to reassure that yes, they are. Osgar has such a long and storied history involving family, and he is glad he has some more to pass his stories onto. Part any of his wisdom that he can onto these younglings. One never knows what might happen.

Though her next set of words caught him a bit off-guard. Such fearful words, and a rough memory for sure for the two siblings. Osgar sat in his chair and let the silence fill in the room. There was a lot to digest in that. “Yes, I do believe that is a contributing factor.” He finally answered, facing Helena. “You and your brother have already faced such a thing losing your parents, I doubt he would want to see his sibling go to the same one.” He continued, shifting in his chair.

“I studied medicine to help people, but in part of that was so I could provide care for my family. And in a time where medicine had only gone so far, I could only do so much for them. I’ve lost many children to illnesses, and spouses to them as well.” Osgar lamented on his past, revisiting his lost ones’ lives. Though such memories aren’t as fresh as the young Caelum siblings, he could understand their pain. And he never wanted such a thing to befall onto anyone. Though Osgar does remember the event to which Helena was brought to his table, and how Rasmus pleaded for her life.

Standing up from his chair, he walked into his small kitchen and opened a cupboard, reaching for a box of crackers. Returning to the living room, he placed the box next to Helena. Afterwards, he placed his hand on her shoulder and gave a light squeeze of reassurance to her, hopefully to alleviate any worries or feelings she is going through at the moment. Letting go of her shoulder, he walked back to his chair and sat back down with a slight sigh. “Perhaps you should start a diary, to write down these memories and feelings?” he suggested, placing his arms upon the armrests.

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