Chapter two part four

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I get ready for bed. I think I'll watch a few episodes of my show, just to clear my mind and try to forget that I live with a bunch of vampires. I'm just starting my episode when I notice an owl at my window. How long has she been watching me like this? Immediately, I get up to open. It's not the first time she's come to visit me. She's quickly sitting on the edge of my window. She has the most beautiful white, silver feathers on her wings. She's so beautiful! I stretch my hand out to caress her. Owls are truly majestic animals. When she looks at me with her big sparkling eyes, I feel like she understands me. Her mischievous look seems to want to reassure me. It's both magical and strange. She's come several times to my window since I first came to Mystery Spell and she's always appearing at the right time. Particularly when I feel depressed and don't know what to do with myself. Like right now... It's as if this owl knew when I was feeling bad and was trying to comfort me. And it's working! She rests her kind eyes on me. It's as if, by dint of looking at each other, we communicated in silence. I always feel anxious when she's near me. Tonight, I say to myself that perhaps the time has come to get to know this beautiful owl better. Considering how often we've seen each other now; I think I should give her a name. I take the time to decide on what to call her.

> I'll call you Gulli! How do you like it?

Gulli seems to like her new name. I see it in her eyes. I get closer to her to whisper in her ear. The way she's looking at me shows me that she understands. Has it got something to do with my gift? With the fact that I'm a medium? I'm sure this owl isn't just any animal. That's why we can communicate together. It's also what I do when I delve into the past. The presence of this owl reassures me, in fact. I go back to bed leaving the window open. Lulled by these thoughts, I end up falling asleep, reassured by this new friend's presence, waiting over me.

When I open my eyes again, I'm in a classroom. I recognize the science laboratory at London University. There's no confusing it with other classrooms so much it's unique. There are ceramic tables on which are laid out a whole array of very sophisticated experimental equipment. In a corner of the room is a large poster showing a skinless body. It's always given me the creeps but not Ludwig. He seems fascinated by it, we don't see it in the same way. It's the sight of blood that bothers me the most with this painting of the human body. It's as if the skin was torn off. Ludwig is here too, surrounded by test tubes and weird and wonderful apparatus allowing him to do his research. He lifts his long, serious face up at me. He's always so concentrated when he's working on his experiments. I'm starting to know him well.

Ludwig > Come and see this, Lana, it's fascinating.

I know that for several months now he's been working hard on finding a new formula. Ludwig has a lot of ambition; he wants to revolutionize medicine. Sometimes he lets me look into the microscope as if he were trying to get me to share his passion for science. What I see through this magnifying eye most often resembles a small pool of blood, warming in every direction.

Ludwig > I think I found it!

For months now, Ludwig's been trying to develop a formula to treat a rare blood disease. He takes me by the hand and, just by the way he's holding it, I know he's proud of himself. Ludwig is so physical! His body expresses all his emotions. So much so that he sometimes gets really carried away. I try to help him not to react so fast, but he keeps telling me that he's like that, he's impulsive. This impatience, which shows in his research and with me, is a sure sign of a brain that's never at rest. Ludwig is talking to me about haemophilia a disease that's passed from generation to generation. He's sure he can find a cure for it.

Ludwig > Do you realize, Lana? I'll soon be able to give all those sick people treatment! I just need to do a few more experiments. I'm sure it's going to work.

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