The Heart Of A Vampire

chapter seventy one: a discussion pt 1

"I don't know," he admitted after a moment. "I wish I could tell you. Do you remember anything from last night?"

She shook her head.

For a second, he felt happy- she didn't remember his little outburst. Maybe he had a chance with her after all.

But then the more reasonable little voice in his head rang out. If she didnt remember anything, he would have no way to find out who had done all of this to her.

He sighed, thinking deeply.

"What's the last thing you remember?" he asked.

"I.. I think the paperboy- he came with the latest edition. I went back inside to grab some coins," she began, faltering as she struggled to remember.

Oh.

It was a paperboy.

Suddenly, Vlad couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

He had made such a fuss over a mere paperboy- busted down the door, and burst into a cloud of angry smoke over nothing, as a child would.

"Nothing after that?" he inquired.

She shook her head again and he stood up.

"Stay there," he ordered her "I'll bring down breakfast and we can discuss everything. Anything you're craving?"

"Whatever you're having is fine," she mumbled groggily, clearly not entirely there and half asleep.

He nodded and left, soon returning with a plate of fruit- something he certainly wasn't having. However, he figured that she needed something refreshing, and decided fruit would be a good option.

He set down the plate before her bedside and picked up a strawberry, bringing it to her lips, feeding her as though she were a child.

If she were in a less delicate condition, she would have protested- pushed her hand away, told him she was a grown woman and could feed herself.

But this time, she simply submitted, allowing him to carry on.

Though based off of the look in her eyes, he couldn't tell if she was even registering what was happening- she was as out of it as a woman could be.

She remained quiet for the entirety of their little feeding session, quite uncharacteristically for her.

Finally, when he finished, he checked in on her.

"You're awfully quiet today," he commented lightly, placing one of his hands on hers.

"I'm thinking," she whispered.

"About?"

"I remember."

He leaned in closer, looking down at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue and explain.

When she didn't, he decided to gently push her in the right direction.

"What do you recall?"

"He.. stabbed me," she mumbled.

He had gathered when he saw her injuries that she had been stabbed, however he didn't know who this "he," was.

"He?"

"Oh.. oh god," she choked out before suddenly breaking down into tears, clearly too overwhelmed to recount the events of the previous night.

Even telling him who her attackers name was seemed to be too difficult for her.

He leaned forward even more and wrapped his arms around her silently, pressing her up against his chest and smothering her, letting her cry into him and get it all out of her system.