Chapter two
Isabella woke up with a heavy headache, the alarm had been ringing for a long time before she woke up.
She had slept on the covers, with her dress and heels on.
"How did this happen I can't remember walking home" she said to herself confused and taking note of her messy bedroom. This was very unlike her as she would always organize her room before going to bed.
"A cup of coffee will help me wake up", she said as she went to the kitchen.
The coffee maker was on the cabinet, getting a mug she prepared herself a black coffee, as she did most morning.
Black coffee helps in waking up faster, she believed.
She drank the coffee and rubbed the creases on her fore head, trying to remember what happened earlier.
"It must have been a dream" she said to herself after remembering the young man with fangs who had lifted her effortlessly in an attempt to bite her but had dropped her.
She had felt him in her head, trying to get into her thoughts, trying to manipulate her, but why did he drop her?.
'A vampire?, but vampires don't exist' she thought.
She hadn't heard of them since her grandmother had died, her grandmother had always told her that she had once been in love with a vampire, who thought that her strong will made her different from other humans and been fascinated by her.
Her grandmother had said a lot of other things about him but Isabella had only seen this as the fantasy of an old woman, now that she had met a vampire, who hadn't killed her, it is either she was dreaming or her grandmother wasn't just fantasizing.
The thought of the possibility made her shiver that she ran through the living room straight up the stairs to the bathroom. She undressed trying to remain steady and dipped herself into the bath tub, slowly as the cold water jolted her skin.
"I wish this isn't real" she told herself.
She had slept on the covers, with her dress and heels on.
"How did this happen I can't remember walking home" she said to herself confused and taking note of her messy bedroom. This was very unlike her as she would always organize her room before going to bed.
"A cup of coffee will help me wake up", she said as she went to the kitchen.
The coffee maker was on the cabinet, getting a mug she prepared herself a black coffee, as she did most morning.
Black coffee helps in waking up faster, she believed.
She drank the coffee and rubbed the creases on her fore head, trying to remember what happened earlier.
"It must have been a dream" she said to herself after remembering the young man with fangs who had lifted her effortlessly in an attempt to bite her but had dropped her.
She had felt him in her head, trying to get into her thoughts, trying to manipulate her, but why did he drop her?.
'A vampire?, but vampires don't exist' she thought.
She hadn't heard of them since her grandmother had died, her grandmother had always told her that she had once been in love with a vampire, who thought that her strong will made her different from other humans and been fascinated by her.
Her grandmother had said a lot of other things about him but Isabella had only seen this as the fantasy of an old woman, now that she had met a vampire, who hadn't killed her, it is either she was dreaming or her grandmother wasn't just fantasizing.
The thought of the possibility made her shiver that she ran through the living room straight up the stairs to the bathroom. She undressed trying to remain steady and dipped herself into the bath tub, slowly as the cold water jolted her skin.
"I wish this isn't real" she told herself.
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