Chapter eight
He was right there in front of her window again.
'Did he perhaps know that I am thinking about him' she asked herself.
She felt him compelling her to open the door and before she could think about it , she already opened the door.
He came in brushing past her.
"Howdy, I felt you beckoning on me" he said.
"You did?". She queried .
"Hmm hmm" he said nodding.
"Wait here, I have something to show you". She said and ran inside not waiting for his response.
She re-appeared with a book and a two pictures.
"You know her?" She asked him showing him the picture of her grandmother.
"Martha!" He exclaimed surprise clearly written on her face.
"How did you get this photograph?" he asked.
"She is my grandmother" she answered. "I found this in her locker" she continued showing him the diary and his photograph.
He checked the picture, Martha had taken that photograph of him even though he had insisted that he does not want her to.
Now he was standing in front of her granddaughter, no wonder he had found them similar.
"I never knew that you both are relatives, but I felt the connection..." He was saying when Isabella stopped him.
"That is the reason why you kept on returning, is it? " she asked while he remained silent.
"You saw your first love in me right?" She continued.
"Perhaps, but I was also amused by your strong will, although it reminds me of her" he answered.
"That night, you dropped me off instead of killing me, same reason?" She answered her curiosity getting the best out of her.
"I don't kill, I feed on their blood but I don't drain them, I have the ability to erase the puncture mark and also seduce their mind into forgetting." He explained to her, although not certain of the reason why he felt the need to explain himself to her.
"And I couldn't feed on you because your mental strength is quite strong" he continued.
"Now I understand it all, this your partner is she alive?" She asked.
"Yes, she is" he answered.
He rubbed his fore head as he thought about her, Isabella Martha's granddaughter.
Martha, the woman who he had lost due to his partner's betrayal, he wished he could see her again at least once.
He had tried to bury the memories he had of her and now her granddaughter had done a nice job of digging up this memories.
'Did he perhaps know that I am thinking about him' she asked herself.
She felt him compelling her to open the door and before she could think about it , she already opened the door.
He came in brushing past her.
"Howdy, I felt you beckoning on me" he said.
"You did?". She queried .
"Hmm hmm" he said nodding.
"Wait here, I have something to show you". She said and ran inside not waiting for his response.
She re-appeared with a book and a two pictures.
"You know her?" She asked him showing him the picture of her grandmother.
"Martha!" He exclaimed surprise clearly written on her face.
"How did you get this photograph?" he asked.
"She is my grandmother" she answered. "I found this in her locker" she continued showing him the diary and his photograph.
He checked the picture, Martha had taken that photograph of him even though he had insisted that he does not want her to.
Now he was standing in front of her granddaughter, no wonder he had found them similar.
"I never knew that you both are relatives, but I felt the connection..." He was saying when Isabella stopped him.
"That is the reason why you kept on returning, is it? " she asked while he remained silent.
"You saw your first love in me right?" She continued.
"Perhaps, but I was also amused by your strong will, although it reminds me of her" he answered.
"That night, you dropped me off instead of killing me, same reason?" She answered her curiosity getting the best out of her.
"I don't kill, I feed on their blood but I don't drain them, I have the ability to erase the puncture mark and also seduce their mind into forgetting." He explained to her, although not certain of the reason why he felt the need to explain himself to her.
"And I couldn't feed on you because your mental strength is quite strong" he continued.
"Now I understand it all, this your partner is she alive?" She asked.
"Yes, she is" he answered.
He rubbed his fore head as he thought about her, Isabella Martha's granddaughter.
Martha, the woman who he had lost due to his partner's betrayal, he wished he could see her again at least once.
He had tried to bury the memories he had of her and now her granddaughter had done a nice job of digging up this memories.
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