Chapter VIII

He said it again. He called me his angel again. Ademar sees me as an angel. I do not know why. It must be because of my long blonde hair and my green eyes. Or it is something else. Can he see deep inside my soul? If I am his angel then he is my dark prince. When I look into his eyes I feel some kind of pain deep down. I do not know what caused it. I will wait for him to tell me.
After I kissed him I tasted blood in my mouth but it did not disgust me. He had been drinking wine mixed with blood earlier. I looked at the table. He still had some wine left in the glass. I did not even touch mine.
I still had my arms around his neck and he was still holding me tight. I felt his cold breath on my bare shoulders.
This voice in my head kept screaming "do not fall in love with him, stay away from him!" but I chose not to listen to it.
I did not see any sign of danger in his eyes. Why should I run away? Because he is a vampire and I am human. Because he is an immortal and I am destined to die.
No, these were not reasons enough for me to leave.
He kissed me back when I kissed him so I think he likes me too. I whispered in his ear:
"You can let me go now. I am not going to run away."
Ademar freed me from his embrace. In return I smiled at him. He kissed my hand.
I sat back on my chair and he returned to his place and drank more wine.
"Were you ever in love Melanie?"
"I was once but I lived to regret it."
"I am sorry to hear that. What happened?"
"I fell in love with the wrong man. He cheated on me and after I found out I broke up with him."
"It must have been painful."
"It was but I got over it."
I got up from the chair and went to the window. I pulled the curtain and saw that it was dark now outside. I looked at Ademar.
"You promised me that you will show me where Blanche is burried."
"Yes, I did. Follow me!"
We left the dining room and went outside. He took me again to that secret garden where he said he liked to come and read as a young boy.
Blanche's grave was under the weeping willow. I did not see it the first time I was there.
"We could not burry her in the church's graveyard since she took her own life. So I decided to burry her here. She liked this place too."
I took a good look at her tombstone. She died on August 25th 1693 at only 20 years old. She was so young. Poor girl! I remembered that the last entry I read in her diary was on June 24th. She died two months after her birthday.
I could not stop myself from crying. I have always been an emotional person.
Ademar took me in his arms.
"Why are you crying? You did not even know her! Please do not cry!"
He wiped my tears with his fingers and kissed me on my forehead.
"Let's get out of here! This is too much for you!"
Once inside he offered me the same glass of wine I left on the table.
I took it and drank it all. After that I do not remember clearly what I did. Ademar must have carried me in his arms to my room because I do not remember walking up there on my two feet.
My head began to hurt. I think I drank too much wine. I only drank two glasses. Was that too much?
"Can you please bring me an aspirin and a glass of water? I have a terrible headache. I think I drank too much wine."
"Yes, of course. Wait here!"
A few moments later he returned with the glass of water and aspirin.
"Here you go!"
I took the aspirin and drank the whole glass of water.
"Are you feeling better now?"
"I think so."
"Sleep now. I will stay with you."
"No, you do not have to stay. You can go."
I put my head on my pillow and closed my eyes. The headache was gone now. I was feeling much better. It was very painful for me to see Blanche's tomb. She died so young. Poor girl! I need to find out what happened in those two months after her birthday. I know the answer must be in her diary.
Ademar did not leave. He removed his shoes and sat next to me on the bed.
I was still wearing that emerald green gown. I should have changed into my nightgown when he left to bring me that aspirin. It was to late to do that now.