The life of a Vampire Billionaire

Chapter 18

As I wake up my head hurts as if I have been beaten by a thousand hammers. But I no longer have that agonizing pain in my stomach and leg.

"Hey you, how are you feeling?", it's Aubrey's voice. I look up and see her sitting on the armchair ahead of me and I'm apparently laying on the couch.
"I have a headache, but other than that, I'm fine.", I answer kindly and she stucks her hair behind her ear. "For how long have I been sleeping?"
"About 13 hours. It's forenoon." I nod to her respond.
It's not until now that I realize that there is a towel on my stomach. It's soaked with blood that has dried over time. I lift it and the bloody shirt gently, and to my surprise it appears to not even be a scar on my flawless skin. It has healed completly.

"What happened out there? You vanished along with three of the wolves and I couldn't find you.", Aubrey asks concerned.
"I took another turn to get them away from you.", I answer, remembering about yesterday. She smiles at me, like she finally understands that I do care about her. "You had at least two werewolves after you, how did you get away without a scratch?"
"I fired the gun." The gun. Now I remember; I had given the gun to her because I wanted her to be able to protect herself, no wonder I couldn't find it. But as I expected, it kept her safe.

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Aubrey leaves the living room to let me get some rest. The persistent headache is killing me so I want to at least give it a try to disappear.

I'm just about to close my eyes when I get the glimpse of a person in the doorway. My first thought is; it can't be Aubrey because the person has the body shape of a man - broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
I see the shadow of the man's well-mannered posture on my clean floor.
The hair in my neck stands up and I feel how the shocking fear takes over my body. Cedrick? It can't be him, can it?

I can see him clearly now, every little detail. His face, strong and defined as I remember it. His lustrous dark brown hair highlights his distinct cheekbones and angular jaws. He has thick eye brows, which slopes downwards in a serious expression. But worst of all is his eyes, so devilishly handsome but still so terrifying. They are mesmerising deep and catastrophic, overcompensating with his nonchalant gaze.
I think I almost hear the reliable tone of Cedricks british accent, "Come here, closer.", I hear him say in a foreign memory. "You and I, Zane. We are like brothers now, are we not?"

He's here for revenge, to make sure I suffer in pain. I have been fearing this moment for almost an entire century.

I blink hard, wishing that he will vanish, and when I open my eyes he has. The doorway is empty, and that got me thinking; what if he wasn't there at all? I feel the pulsating pain in my head, I might only have fantasized or hallucinated his present. Is that even possible?