One or two nights had turned into a week, two and now it was more than a month since he'd disappeared. All the books in the house couldn't keep those thoughts from Rhys' mind and he thought several times of calling his mother for advice. What would she say if she knew what had become of her youngest son? How hard had it been to think he was dead and gone from whatever excuse Henry had come up with? Had there been one? Or was he just 'missing'? That couldn't be - his father would come looking for him if there wasn't proof of him being gone. Wouldn't he? Or was that him being some kind of clingy again?
Why was he thinking of them again? Henry had told him to forget his human family, that it was easier, but how was it easier without his vampire family being here, either? Those few stacks from the last time Amadeus had visited had become larger until every single one of the bookshelves was empty and he lay exhausted, unable to really move around the room. Night after night, looking through books he didn't understand. Different languages, codes, Tremere secrets that his sire had acquired and meant to teach his fledgling. If it weren't for this, and the fact that he had actually reached out to Mr. Kjell and the others through the net, he might have actually gone mad. Even so, he had the feeling he was anyway.
On the night that his new teacher popped into that library, he had long cleaned up after himself and had gone to the basement for something to drink. If anything, the room, and the rest of the house for that matter, were pretty much spotless. He'd been making his way up the stairs when he heard his name, almost dropping the blood pack in his hand with shock. It had been awhile, that was for sure. "Mr. Amadeus?"