His Heart For Collection

Chapter nineteen

Finley and I spent the majority of the time reading over what the internet was saying. I found myself having a huge headache from what I was reading.

What I learned so far was that the couple were in their seventies and there was a possibility that they were way older. It was all conspiracies. People believed the family were vampires. I laughed at that. Even Finley shared a laugh.

But what made us skeptical were the pictures that were online and some articles. The people were eerily similar to the couple. The articles were dated eighty years ago and the couple were still the same. They were not younger or anything.

"Do you think this is true? Have you noticed anything with your husband? Are you sure he's actually younger than thirty?"

I looked at Finley, annoyed. He kept on referring to Drew as my husband.

"I'm sorry, it just slipped out. I'll stop, I promise," he said, an easy smile on his face.

I sighed, running a hand down my face. "Yes, he's younger than thirty."

Finley shrugged, saying, "He's rich. I'm sure he can pay his way."

That didn't sit well with me. I felt offended. Drew would never do that. The man respected the law so much. I glared at Finley, who raised his hands in surrender.

"I won't talk about your husband, I promise."

"And even if the speculations were true, do you think vampires can make children?" I asked, standing up from the couch. I walked to the kitchen to prepare us something.

"Yes! I'm sure they can," Finley replied, following me.

I shook my head in disagreement. "No. They can't make children, Finley. So either Drew isn't their biological child because if they became vampires in their late thirties, then how did Drew come about? He's a grown man."

Finley shrugged, opening the container of muffins he brought along. I poured juice for us, then we went back to the couch. We continued browsing the internet whilst eating.

We read conspiracies about Drew and how he was turned when he was twenty-five because there is nothing of his when he was younger. I laughed at some of the ridiculous theories they put up. "This is actually ridiculous, Finley. I know Drew's pictures when he was younger."

Finley shrugged, saying, "Depends on what century he took them in."

That made me laugh. Drew would be so amused if he heard us talking about him like this.

Was I living under a rock this whole time to not find out about the conspiracies surrounding the Harimots?

I sighed, leaning back against the couch. Finley joined me, the silence prevailing. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering around all the weird and questionable instances that happened in my home that I just brushed off.

"There were so many times I caught my husband with blood on his shirt. He always said he ran into trouble or something. It's always a bit blurry. So, I don't know," I said, trying to remember more.

"Well, there comes back my suspicions," Finley said.

"And there's instances where I forget some things, but people tell me otherwise. Like the previous tenant that was living in your apartment. He left because of Drew, I think."

Finley grabbed the laptop and searched on the web.

"It says here that vampires can compel people, make them forget or alter their memories. What exactly happened with the previous tenant?"

I shrugged, so drained. "Drew and I went out for our anniversary. When I came back, Sam, the tenant, told me that we had plans. I didn't know. I didn't remember. The next days, he told me that Drew threatened him. Then after he left without saying anything. Everytime he saw me, he would tense up and flee."

"Do you have any reason to believe that Sam was lying?"

I shook my head. That's the thing. I didn't think Sam was lying. The way he was terrified, no one can fake that.

"Maybe I should ask Drew about all this and why he didn't tell me about all these conspiracies of his family. I can't believe he kept this from me," I said, still in disbelief.

"Are you crazy? He'll drain you dry. Well, if he's a vampire," Finley said. He thought he was funny. He wasn't.

"You're not funny, and this is not funny. Besides, Drew would never hurt me."

Finley snorted. I lightly punched his shoulder, fed up with him.

"He's never fed on you?"

"The hell, Finley!"

"Come on. The guy probably fed on you in your sleep."

I sighed, wondering how on earth I made friends with Finley. "No, he's never fed on me."

"You sure? Let me see your neck. I read those indents don't fade."

Curiosity was such a fickle thing. So, I showed him my neck. He shined a torch, then inspected. I showed him the other side. When done, he turned off the torch, his face was impassive.

"What is it? Did he feed on me?" I asked, panicked.

"I'm sorry, I think I should leave. I-"

"Did he bite me?"

"No."

I was ready to vomit my heart out. I punched Finley hard on his arm, pissed. He was laughing at me.

"You should have seen your face!" he laughed, unable to stop.

I was not amused. My heart was still beating like crazy. "That means he's not a vampire, right?"

Finley shrugged. "It could mean a lot of things. Just because he didn't feed on you doesn't mean he's not fed on others."

"But this is ridiculous, Finley. We can't believe any of these things."

"I've known about this conspiracies for a while, but I haven't entertained them. Until now that I've met someone with close ties to the family."

"And I know my mind will not rest until I prove if Drew's a vampire or not. I'm sure there's something I have overlooked in our home. I should go back and investigate," I suggested. It was a great idea.

Finley looked at me like I was crazy. But it was the only way. I'm sure if he's a 'vampire', then there's bound to be something in the house that could indicate he was a vampire. I still had the key, so I could go when he's at work and snoop.