Rowena Roman

Chapter 6 Noah: Part 6 (Edited)

Diana returned later in the evening, carrying two bags of food then subsequently shoving them into the barren fridge when Noah offered to help, she merely told him to go back to reading his book, in an almost animalistic growl.

He shrank back down into the couch and returned to his book, the store owner had given a number of them to him for free right after he saw the necklace that Noah had on. Honestly it startled him, there were a number of books that caught his interest, but out of nervousness he only took five and said that he would return to look at others when finished.

He didn't even have to pay for them that startled him even more; the man merely said that he owed a debt to the real owner of that necklace for something in the past, as to what that debt could possibly have been Noah wouldn't know.

Noah was almost on the fourth chapter of the book that he had when Diana sat down next to him at the other end of the couch and looked at one of the books; she looked at the back and read it over. "You have a few good ones here," she said. "Bram Stoker, huh?"

He shrugged modestly. "My mother would always read me old stories, Black Beauty, King Arthur, and Sherlock Holmes. I wanted her to read me Dracula but my dad always said I'd get too confused to understand, though right now I'm reading the Phantom of the Opera. It's interesting to say the least."

"A man whose face is deformed, disgraced by his looks he hides in the confines of an opera house growing his musical talent than that of a girl's as he falls for her. A madman torn by love and vengeance, I can relate to it in a way."

He eyed her as she looked at the book in her hand; there was something in her gaze that spoke volumes about herself, identifying with a fictional character in the book which he had at the moment. "Which part?"

She didn't say, only opened up the book of Dracula and began to read. Taking the silence as her answer he went back to reading.

The two remained in quite, reading silently. Though Noah would often glance at Diana, who sat properly with a straight back all the way into the couch, she no longer wore her coat and boots, he wasn't entirely sure when she removed them since it had only been two minutes since she returned.

He recalled in that brief moment, back at the memorial with so many names of people he never knew. Even though he was at a great distance, he could have sworn that she looked as if she was crying, but as to why he didn't know. From what Conscious had said about their ages, perhaps Diana had, somehow, grown up during World War Two, and ended up being used as an experiment with some anti-aging project, making subjects immortal. But even that seemed like a stretch. Yet seeing what the small golden mouse could do then perhaps it wasn't too far off the mark. During that time there had been many a rumors of what Germany or any country during the war would try, no matter what the place if it was thought of then someone would have attempted it. So perhaps at the memorial she was possibly mourning over the loss of one of her own family or even a friend but he couldn't bring it up. He didn't dare.

How Diana acted, the way she would carry herself and how she spoke made her at times seem much older than he.

As of now though, she looked like any other seventeen year old girl sitting nearby reading a book.

She glanced at him as if sensing his stare, Noah quickly averted his gaze back to the book.

After a moment or two she spoke.

"Say it," she sighed closing the book in her hand.

"Huh?"

She gave him that same unamused stare. "You have a question then ask, I may be able to come back from the dead but I can't read your mind. You have something to say then say it."