The Heart Of A Vampire

chapter sixty five: a discovery

He soon found himself standing at the doors of her cottage, his heart pounding, his hands trembling as they grabbed the doorknob.

He twisted it, not even bothering to knock, before shoving his weight against the door and sending it flying.

He didn't have time to wait for her to come unlock it.

When the dust settled, he found that he and Evangeline weren't alone.

She was there, her eyes wide, mouth agape as she stared up at him from the arms of-

another man.

"Evangeline?" He managed to choke out, his words coming in the form of a guttural growl.

"M-my door!" she gasped, immediately extracting herself from the man's hold.

"What are you doing with him?" he asked, not even bothering to answer her question.

Vlads scornful and bitter gaze swept across the young man's figure. He was young, with short curly brown hair and deep eyes, dressed in rather peasant-like garb.

A commoner.

He looked strangely familiar, and for a moment Vlad tried to recall when he had seen the boy before. But his memory, so overwhelmed with the shock of the sight before him, failed him.

"He was only trying to he-" she began, her voice faltering as Vlad suddenly disappeared into a pile of red smoke.

One second he had been there, and the next, he had been gone, teleporting away and leaving her alone with the man who had just delivered the latest edition of the village newspaper.

A paper boy, was all that he was.

He had come knocking at her door that evening, and she had gone into her bedroom to retrieve a few coins for which to pay him with, but tripped on a loose floorboard as she made her way back to the front of the cottage, falling into his arms.

The very moment in which Vlad had come, breaking in.

And now he was gone.

She had no idea what his little visit had been about. Why he had come in such a fury, disappeared with nothing but red smoke as a remembrance of him..

She turned back to the paperboy, Theo.

"I'm so sorry about that," she apologized, kneeling down to retrieve the coins that had fallen from her grasp when she tripped.

"No. I'm sorry."

An odd statement, she thought to herself before looking up, about to get back to a standing position.

She reeled backwards immediately.

In her face was the sharp and pointed edge of a pocketknife- it's handle in his grasp.

Tonight was going to become far less peaceful than she had anticipated.