Making Her Return ||COMPLETED||

22. It wasn't there before

Sorin's lips were covering the young alpha's lips. Her eyes were wide in confusion. The vampire pulled away and smiled at her as if nothing had happened. Daciana immediately covered her mouth while her whole face went crimson. She tried to speak but it seemed imposible. Sorin plopped his hand over her head and grinned.

-"It worked, didn't it?"- he said calmly.

She looked up at him curiously despite the embarrassment that was consuming her.

-"What worked?!"- she unintentionally shrieked those words.

Sorin laughed and gently caressed her head.

-"You finally stopped asking unnecessary questions"- he replied to her rather too calmly and with his usual smile on his face.

Daciana didn't know what to say or how to react to his words. She just stood there with a reddened face in silence.

-"You must be hungry"- without a moment to waste, Sorin took hold of her hand and led her down the hall.

Her eyes were fixed on him, never leaving her vampiric guardian for a second. Despite knowing that she was embarrassed, and that she was doing this unwillingly, Daciana couldn't simply say no to him or even move away from Sorin. Her body simply wasn't doing what her mind was ordering. Wasn't he the vampiric brother of her 'human mate'? She felt a wave of mixed emotions and something else that wasn't there before. His hand was cold, after all he wasn't a human anymore. That simple fact made her fall deep into her thoughts. Would she also feel that way if she turned into a vampire? Would her skin feel as cold as Sorin's? But then again, leaving aside his cold skin, he was one of the warmest people she had ever met.

Sorin kept walking down the hall, never letting go of her hand. His grip tightened as soon as the walked around a second corner. Her eyes focused on his swift moves and her mind thinking back at what he had told her about his past. An odd chain hanging from his neck, a painful past he'd rather not talk about, and a very stressful present. Sorin was someone that made Daciana Lupu extremely curious, yet there was something more than that which needed her to figure out what it meant. Little did she know that her grandfather had once felt the same back at the day.

. . .

The servant walked towards Vlad. As usual, he had dived into his usual book. For the first time in decades, Vlad III raised his eyes from his book and looked at his servant just when he stood before him. The servant was taken by surprise by his master's actions.

-"I believe you have great news for me, don't you?"- he spoke rather calmly and less demanding.

One would say he was being extremely kind. The servant knew more than anyone that his master was simply happy and this was his way of expressing it.

-"I've watched part of the exchanges given between master Sorin and the young alpha. The young lady seems even calmer"- reported the servant.

Vlad, who barely showed his emotions, smiled to himself to such extent that the servant dropped the trail from his hands but managed to save the cup and its content.

-"Is that so?"- said Vlad while still smiling and taking the cup from the servant's hands.

He took a sip and closed the book on his own accord. No one had to annoy him and less had he been disturbed from his peaceful reading. On the contrary, he had been expecting news of the exchanges given between Sorin and Daciana as if it were something he knew before hand. Of course he did. He had inspired his son to put in more effort into searching for any possible way to help Daciana and he had showed her one of the many truths of her clan. He had showed her, not just the burden carried in the Lupu Clan, but also one of the burdens Sorin carried deep within him.  Vlad wasn't someone who would sympathize with others in the naked eye, he had his own ways of helping others and understanding their pain more than anyone.