The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Chapter 27

"Aren't you gonna go and pack your things in your house?" I asked as I grabbed my clothes and put it carelessly in my bag, leaving it unfixed. I didn't have time packing last night due to sleepiness.

He pointed his bag near the door. I was speechless for a moment. And then I continued what I was doing, grabbing clothes from the wardrobe and throwing it pell-mell to my backpack.

"Alright, let's go, Abel," I beamed at him then wore my sunglasses that had black lenses.

He went towards the door, then opened the knob. He grabbed his big backpack then wore the straps.

"Where's the vehicle parked?" He asked me. I was surprised at first because he knew about it, but then I realized it was common sense. Grezsatly was miles and miles from the city.

"A bit far from the forest after exiting that 'teleporting bubble'. Do you know the way to the exit?" I asked him, staring. That thing was well-hidden.

"Well, yeah," he nodded, sounded like he wasn't even sure. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. But do you want to run?" He added, smirked.

"Walk is definitely time consuming so, absolutely," I answered.

We ran until we arrived the place where Grezsatly ended. And then just to be sure, we spent the time walking and walking until I finally recognized roads and cars running on the road.

I found Father's car still parked beside the road. It looked perfectly fine. "Gosh, how I miss you," I told the lifeless creature.

I opened the car door, then threw my bag on the passenger's seat. Abel sat quickly beside the driver's seat, not giving an emotion of excitement. I started the engine, and the fuel was exact for the long drive. I felt so relieved and thankful. I turned the radio on, then turned the volume up. "This is what you call music," I said.

"Good taste," he commented, adding a smile.

I drove at high-speed, as usual. Well, that did not mean I was boasting. But it was just natural for me to drive at high-speed. But I by all means, noted the speed limit.

Three hours later, I took a quick peek at him who was sleeping. I definitely had to rest. And the car as well. 

Three hours had passed when his sleep got satisfied and left him. He wondered why we stopped and sensed that the time was afternoon, he looked at me. "Are we there yet?" He asked that immediately made me wake up. I fell asleep?

I cleared my throat. "We're here."

He looked at the big house in front of him. I watched him through the windshield as he put his both hands on his hips, observing through his eyes. There was a mailbox on the yard, and he saw letters and word that read 'Lockhart'.

"Hmm. . . Your house is big compared to your neighbors."

It was almost dark that time we arrived. I opened the house door with the keys still hidden in the pocket of my bag. I switched the lights on, making the whole room bright. I remembered the furnitures here were covered with cloths to protect it from dusts.

"You never told me you could paint, Selene," he said as he gazed at a painting. Our living room at the western side of the house were full of art paintings.

I quietly laughed. "Those were bought, Abel. Here we buy things using money which is called dollars here."

"Dollars," he repeated.

"So everything here in your house is bought," he said as he walked to the eastern side of the house, going to the kitchen.

"Your house is beautiful," he finally admitted.