Iselen looks better, that's for sure. One week eating good food and resting has done wonders for her despite the fact that living surrounded by vampires that draw her blood every few days should be a source of anxiety for her. But the human seems to be doing well, her rebellious spirit remains intact and she was talking and laughing with Lord Kenneth a few minutes ago. I guess her lonely life in the bunker was infinitely worse than whatever I can do to her and my palace is way more comfortable than a damp cave. I hope she decides to become one of my subjects when all this is over, it'll be a shame to kill her.
The girl has grabbed her pyjamas and walked in the bathroom to wash her teeth and change her clothes but she's left the door slightly open inadvertently and my sharp vampire eyes can see her reflection in the mirror. She's gained weight, no doubt, doesn't have dark circles under her eyes and there's a healthy pink colour on her cheeks but she's still very thin. I can see her ribs clearly when she stretches her arms to get rid of her bra. I tilt my head to one side, watching her entranced, not half bad... she'll be a pretty vampire one day.
The human disappears from view and I look at my laptop again, smiling. They've found two traitors that used to work in labs where blood was stored, in Spain and India, the chase goes on but they only managed to find small fish so far. I know most of Zidanta's partners died with him when my guards punished his clan but I'm sure there were more, such a big operation is not easy to plan and he must have people supporting him that are members of my council. People I work with and talk to every day... I can't afford having traitors in my entourage, especially now that Iselen lives with me.
Shutters go down automatically and lock the windows when the girl comes out of the bathroom wearing blue pyjamas, she sits down on the bed and takes a glass of water to swallow her vitamin D pills. My eyes follow her movements, waiting for an irreverent comment, but Iselen lies down on the mattress, fixes the blanket around her waist and heaves a sigh. She's been quiet after I told her my story and she ate her ice cream, she seemed very upset when I told her how I'd lost my family and apologized to me again for dragging me to a museum full of bitter memories for me. She's lovely deep inside... when she's not trying to provoke me.
"Would you like to find your mother?" I ask all of a sudden. "She must be living somewhere as a vampire right now."
"No!" The human sits down abruptly and stares at me horrified. "Don't do that, please."
"But she's your only family..."
"She is not," Iselen answers angrily, shaking her head. "My dad was a good man but living with him and his obsession with doomsday wasn't easy, I understand that. He spent most of his money to get ready for the end of the world and to be able to survive, although I don't think a vampire apocalypse was in his plans. They argued nonstop, I remember that, my dad promised to change but never did, and I don't blame my mother for breaking up with him. I understand why she did that... But she never came back to see her daughter, never called me to find out if I was okay, she found a man that made her happy, left and never looked back."
"It must've been hard for you," I admit frowning. "How old were you?"
"Nine," she answers wearily. "My father was not always like that, we used to be happy the three of us together but he had a serious accident at work, he banged his head and luckily there were no physical consequences, except for his obsession with the end of the world. Doctors were unable to explain why his character changed so much."
"What about your school friends? I can find them."
"I didn't have friends, I was the daughter of a crazy man and no one wanted to get close to me."
The human lies down again, fixing the blankets, and turns her back to me. I guess this means the conversation is over. The truth is that it's getting late and I should sleep too. I get up quietly and walk around the bed getting closer to the closet, unbuttoning my shirt and pants and hanging them carefully. Iselen fidgets on the mattress, I can hear her and can also feel her eyes fixed on my back, following the lines of my tattoos. I can't help smirking mischievously while taking my bra off, if the girl likes watching me when she thinks I can't see her, it's right to give her a private show.
