Desmond wasn’t the sort to have much patience for anything in particular, aside from dealing with his wife. But even she was testing his limits and it got worse when that damn bastard Nemesis and his second wife or whatever had not one, not two, but three babies. Occasionally she would have a stroke of baby fever whenever she had seen others but it seemed to be kicked into overdrive after the trio came about. He grew tired of having to explain why she couldn’t bear children and he especially loathed when she would dress up their dragon. The poor girl would even have a pitiful face after Saffron got done with her and a part of him did feel bad. Personally, he couldn’t care less for children, much less having them but with Saffon the way she is, something was about to break.
And just as usual, it had to be him.
Trying to figure some sort of way to solve this dilemma, he took to the library to see if there was some way to bestow her with a child. As it turned out, the situation was more delicate and difficult than he’d like. Combing through all those useless books, Desmond wrapped his head around it, thinking if he missed something, anything.
Wait, that Angela woman…ain’t she a great healer and all that crap?
The look on his face when he realized it was utterly sour. He didn’t want to deal with Nemesis again, and what was worse was that she wasn’t at the manor at all times. Someplace she would travel to and back that he had no idea on how to get to. It didn’t even appear on a damn map.
“How the hell am I suppose to know how to get there?”, he muttered to himself. “Elysia or whatever it’s called…” He pouted and glanced down from his seat before noticing a string wrapped around his finger. At first, he tried to shake it off him, but it wouldn’t budge. It irked him so he tried to rip the thing off, but to no prevail. His golden eyes followed it down, hoping to see where the other end was, and saw that it seemed to go on beyond his sight. The hell?
He got up and immediately followed the string throughout the library and when he saw that it ended at a wall, he went to tug it again only to end up before pulled himself through it.
“What the fuck!” He felt like he was leaving his body as he descended through the abyss; the only light being that of strange auroras traveling about in a stream. What did he get himself into this time? That question went unanswered as his stay there was very brief and he was tossed into a more colorful world and landed face-first onto the ground. This place was grossly painted with all sorts of pretty plants and the scenery of a jungle. It would have made Desmond gag as he got up to his hands and knees, but he felt the sun beating down upon him.
…The sun!?
His skin felt as though it was lit on fire and only when he managed to pull his cloak up some more and threw on his hood did the pain give way. His hands were slightly burnt but he could live through it. The string that had been on him was finally gone, but now he was unsure of where he was or why. He thought of Saffon and this whole baby business and guessed that it might have something to do with this. Either way, he moved forward through the dense thicket. This jungle seemed unnatural in its appearance yet it didn’t feel out of place for some reason. If anything, he felt that he was. It felt like hours before he was able to find a pathway, which meant that there were people here or had been. He started to follow it when he heard the galloping coming his way. As it got closer, he was able to make out the shape coming towards him- a carriage. A sigh of relief came out of him as the horses stopped and he got on, not even paying attention to the fact that they were driverless. Like the rest of his surroundings, the stained glass wasn’t his favorite but it would suffice as the carriage carried him the rest of the way.
In the end, he got out and saw a swanky little palace fit for rulers of the world. Whoever owned this place was filthy rich for certain. Perhaps they would be so kind to tell him where he was? Desmond moved closer and that’s even he noticed more of the stained glass, only they held images of various things. Among them was that depicting a redhead woman that looked strikingly familiar. A few more minutes of thought brought out a scowl from his lips. “Goddamn it, Angela!” He should have known, he should have bloody known! No one else would have decorated this whole place like this! But again, he would bear it for Saffron’s sake, as well as his own.
The vampire marched into the palace, yelling for her with every fiber of his being. He didn’t know what kind of healer she was, but if she was that damn good, then his request wouldn’t be so difficult for her.