" you're four hundred years old? but--but how?" i stammered. not knowing how to voice my surprise. i always suspected that he was older than what he appeared. because of his odd, elaborate phrasings whenever he speaks. but four hundred years old?
" not exactly, i was born at the turn of the sixteen century. so i'm only three hundred and sixty one years old." he smiled crookedly at my open-mouthed expression.
i looked at his thick, reddish brown curls, to his smooth pale white skin, letting my gaxe explore the rest of his lean figure.
at a glance, you could say that he was only an eighteen year old young man heading off to college.
it was only when you look more closely at him that you'd notice the difference :
the way he moved with remarkable ease, he was always perfectly elegant without even trying.
he speaks with an old-world cadence that most boys his age lack, and there was his eyes----
try to ignore for a moment, what a marvelous shade of green they were, and you'd see the knowledge worth centuries of living in their depths. threatning to drown whoever gazes at it.
YOU ARE READING
the Vampire's Mistress part two
Romancesecond part of the Vampire's mistress, guy hater Angela soon realizes that being a Master vampire's mate is quite a pain in the neck. when the tests are getting more difficult than ever, a beautiful vampire vixen seemingly attached with Mark and he...
