It was still dark, but Lucasta was awake and the first person she saw was a guy with his eyes closed, leaning back against the head of the bed.
She withdrew her hand from his warm one and sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room.
- Are you awake, Lucasta?
Samson's voice startled Lucasta and turned her head, then she continued to look at him.
Everything in this luxurious room and Samson was not in her empty memory.
- Lucasta? - She pointed her finger at herself and raised her eyebrows.
- Right. Now, you tell me your home address. When night comes, I'll take you home.
- Home... home...
The bewildered look on the girl's face made Samson realize she seemed to have a mental problem and she could only repeat the last words of his sentence.
He tried to explain to her that home was where her parents or even her siblings lived, where there was the bed she used to lie on and the table she used to sit at to eat meals…
Samson talked a lot, but all he got was Lucasta's constant headshake.
She did not understand what he was trying to describe and why the house had so many complicated things.
- Lucasta, don't you remember anything?
Samson's voice sounded strained because he was worried he would carry an extra burden.
He couldn't throw away this child who was sick and needed help. Nature is also ironic when giving her an almost perfect appearance, but her mind is not like an ordinary person's.
Her frightened expression had inadvertently touched his heart. The intuition of a vampire who had lived for thousands of years told him she wasn't pretending.
- Ok. If so… Lucasta, remember this, you're my sister and I'm your brother. Please call my name Samson and this is our home. Remember, I'm Samson.
His words made Lucasta put a big question mark. However, she only thought in her heart and did not say it out loud.
The impact on the street, while she was carried away by two men, made her mind become like a three-year-old child, and completely forgot about the past.
While Samson was folding the blanket, he heard Lucasta's stomach growl, and she reflexively put her hand on her stomach.
She was hungry, and she desperately wanted to make this feeling go away.
- Samson, I hurt.
- Wait a minute.
Before Lucasta could nod, Samson strode out of the room and when he knew he was out of her sight, he immediately walked at the speed of a vampire.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the castle gate owned by Maris.
- Maris, are you at home? - Samson called out loudly.
Inside the castle, Maris yawned and jumped up.
Like the characteristic of any vampire, when the dawn is near, she sleeps and does not want to be disturbed by anyone, but Samson is an exception because he is also a vampire.
She knew when he knocked on the door at this hour he must have something urgent and he needed her help or worse, he'd discovered a bunch of Roman grapes was missing a few grapes.
The first thing before Maris opened the gate was to run around the castle to collect the owls and lock them in the basement.
The shadow of her red dress kept flying from left to right, from the ceiling to the floor.
In just a few seconds, the dark basement room suddenly sparkled with a thousand eyes, like the bright stars of the owls.
- Please come in, Mr. Samson. – Maris leaned over and extended her hand to invite him like a noble.
- I want to borrow the kitchen to make some pies for Lucasta. She's hungry. – Samson gave the bottle of dried blood to Maris and said.
- Okay, let's go.
The two of them hurried to the large kitchen.
Maris handed the apron to Samson and then showed him where the flour and spice jars were kept.
She and he only drank human blood to live, and they didn't need to eat anything, but the owls were different. They were taken care of like babies. When they were young, she fed them porridge, and when they were grown up; she gave them pies, that's why when a rat got lost in the castle, they would just look at it.
- Your cooking skills are still very good, right? Is the girl's name Lucasta? – Maris added more wood to the stove and asked.
- Right. A pure light. – Samson replied while his skilled hand was still masterfully kneading the dough.
- What does Maris mean?
- The star of the sea.
- And Samson?
- Strong child of the sun.
Maris laughed when she heard the meaning of his name because it was what scared him and her the most.
She felt even more anxious as she watched him carefully knead the dough.
Perhaps the not-so-good memory was replaying in him. He used to make all kinds of cakes in all shapes and sizes for the girl of a hundred years ago.
Because he wanted her to eat delicious food, when night fell, he went around the forest to collect firewood and gather vegetables and fruits in the forest to cook for her.
After that tragic morning, he didn't light a fire to cook anymore.
- Was she scared when she saw you? When will she leave the forest?
She took the raw pies from Samson's hand and put them in the oven.
He also did not hide Lucasta's condition and told Maris that Lucasta's mind was much smaller than hers and that she had no memory of her family or hometown. Even when she was hungry, she said it was a stomachache, as if the concepts were all jumbled up in her head.
- Samson, this place doesn't belong to humans, it's hard for us and them to live together. - Maris said as she walked over to the edge of the table and pulled down the tablecloth to cover the remaining owl.
- I can't throw her out, she's defenseless.
He took four cakes from the oven, placed them on a plate, took off his apron, and returned it to Maris.
As he passed the dining table, he threw back a pie near the foot of the table.
Maris shook her head and followed the tall figure of the man and sighed.
Who said vampires are cold-blooded and cruel? Just because people don't know how to warm up and touch their hearts.
Now the owl flew up to Maris' shoulder and followed Samson with its fierce eyes.
She shook her head again when she saw its neck was bulging. Owls have no teeth and can only swallow. Samson didn't tear the cake into shreds and hurt the most voracious owl in the pack to turn into this ugly appearance.
While Maris went back to her bed and continued to sleep, Samson was teaching Lucasta how to use a fork and knife to cut pies. She looked like Maris' owl, her little mouth bulging because she stuffed so many pies inside.
- Eat slowly, Lucasta, or you will choke. Remember, you're feeling just now was hunger, no pain, and this is a pie. When we are hungry, we will eat it, you understand?
Lucasta nodded and continued to cut the pies and eat them.
Her blonde hair was dirty and sticky, so Samson could only help her tie it up so that she could eat comfortably.
After Lucasta finished eating, he carried her to the bathroom and helped her wash her hair.
When his slender fingers stroked her blond hair like rays of sunlight, he suddenly noticed a large bump on her head. Maybe this was the reason she couldn't remember who she was because she didn't look like a child with a cognitive disability when she could easily cut a pie after she watched him do it just once.
- Samson, I'm in pain. – She exclaimed when his hand accidentally touched the bump.
- Ah. I'm sorry, I'll be gentle. - He coaxed her and rinsed her hair.
Because Samson couldn't bring Lucasta out to dry her hair, he could only use a towel and fan to help her.
Although the sunlight penetrating through the dense fog had lessened much, it still affected his skin, causing it to become red and painful.
The little girl obediently sat still and let the man untangle her tangled hair.
Every time he accidentally made a few blond hairs fall, he felt regret. Everything that belongs to this girl seems to be precious. She was like a vase crafted from crystal, fragile and beautiful.
When he had helped her hair become as smooth as it had been, he applied oil to the bump on her head and then took her shoes that matched the pink dress and carefully put them on her feet. Next, he told her to stay in the room and not go anywhere.
Since the day Eirlys died, he had also returned to the habit that is characteristic of vampires, which is to sleep during the day and stay up at night.
Today, because of her appearance, his activities were delayed, and he felt that his body was not very good.
- You can continue to sleep or play with these teddy bears. When I'm done, I'll come back to you.
Samson reached out and gently pinched Lucasta's chubby cheek, and then he picked up a small teddy bear and placed it in her arms.
She obediently lifted the blanket to crawl in and hugged the soft bear tightly and closed her eyes.
The feeling of fullness and cleanliness made her want to sleep and not want to run around.
- Good night, Lucasta.
After Samson wished Lucasta good night, he hurriedly returned to his room.
She was probably the most obedient child he had seen in thousands of years. However, he still hoped that she would remember everything because if she lived with an empty, hazy memory, it would be uncomfortable for her.
Perhaps from tomorrow, he had to change his routine if he didn't want Lucasta to feel alone. Her mind was like a blank sheet of paper, so he had to teach her everything if he didn't want to be bothered by her in the days to come.
Until she could return to her family, he should fulfill his responsibilities as an adult to a child.
When the rays of the sunset covered the castle, Lucasta also awoke from a long slumber. She happily yawned a few times and then hugged her hungry stomach and rubbed it. She waited for a long time but Samson didn't show up, so she got up from the bed and went to open the door. Her super excellent memory made her remember the route from her bedroom to the kitchen, and she just kept walking down the shiny stairs. All the ancient objects and furniture inside the magnificent castle made her extremely excited but did not dare to touch it, but just look at it. Fortunately, Lucasta only ate two pies for breakfast, so there was still one pie on the plate, enough to fill half of her stomach. Even though Samson was not by her side, she still did exactly what he had taught her. She took a knife and fork and cut the pie into small pieces before eating. After she finished eating, she wiped her mouth, washed her hands, went back to her room, and closed the door. For hours, she stayed in her r
When darkness surrounded the place, Lucasta fell asleep after listening to Samson telling some fairy tales. After he pulled the blanket over her, he quickly left the castle to meet Maris. Today is the beginning of the month and it's also the day when Harvey will deliver the necessities to them. Samson needed soap, toothpaste, shower gel, and dried blood, and Maris needed more than he needed. She needed flour, olive oil, salt and sugar, and even candy and milk for the owls that were raised by their owners like human babies. - Hello, handsome vampire guy. – Maris laughed happily as soon as she stepped out of the castle gates. - Yeah. Maris, tell Harvey to buy more of these for me. Samson said as he handed Maris a piece of paper. Maris took it and glanced at it, she realized they were all essentials for a child, strawberry toothpaste, milk, candy, cake, chocolate, flour, cornstarch, salt, olive oil, notebooks, books, pencils, crayons… and even mosquito repellent. - Are you going
As soon as Lucasta woke up, she jumped out of bed, put on her shoes and hobbled over to the window, pulled the curtain, and looked out. She no longer saw the pale rays of sunlight like yesterday, but only the gray color of the mist. Lucasta was stroking her shiny hair when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. She knew that the person standing outside was Samson, so she quickly let go of the curtain and went back to bed. Her brows furrowed from the pain in her legs and her small hand rubbed her stomach because she felt the hunger in her stomach. - Good morning Lucasta, let's go wash our faces. Samson said as he picked Lucasta up and carried her downstairs and carefully taught her how to brush her teeth and wash her face. Today, it's not sunny, so he plans to take her to the forest to pick mushrooms and some wild vegetables because he was afraid that if she only ate pies, she would get hot inside and not get enough nutrients. Because Lucasta couldn't tie her hair, he had to hel
After a while, Samson had gathered a basket of fresh mushrooms, some wild vegetables, and a bunch of firewood. The things in his hand reminded him of the peaceful time with Eirlys. A hundred years have passed, but he thought it was just yesterday. His ruby-colored eyes suddenly flashed as the nostalgia and hatred kept rushing back, causing the animals that were walking nearby to fear and curl their tails and run into the bushes. It took a long time for Samson to calm down and control his emotions and his eyes gradually returned to normal. He picked up the bundle of firewood on his shoulder and hurried back to the castle. When he was a short distance from the gate, he slowed down and walked slowly, like a normal person. He guessed Lucasta was probably awake and waiting for lunch. However, when he reached out to open the door of the room, the bed was empty, only the teddy bear and the neatly folded blanket. - Lucasta. Samson's voice became shaky. He ran to the curtain and groped
Harvey woke up when the alarm clock struck six-thirty in the evening. He reached out to turn off the alarm from the clock shaped like a rooster, then went to the glass door and pulled the curtain to look down on the glittering city with thousands of lights shimmering like stars. From the day Harvey managed the Star Corporation on behalf of Samson, his day began at five in the morning. He went to the company at that hour to avoid the sun. When the sun went down, he returned home. Everything in the corporation is handled by him in a closed room and Bonita Roberts is the one to support him in everything. Similar to Samson's relationship with Aurora's family, Hervey's relationship with Bonita's family lasted for generations because he lived for two thousand years. Hervey had to disguise his appearance as he aged over time and when a certain time came, the person assigned to help him in the Roberts family would make a death notice and funeral for him. After that, that person will comp
When the luxury car stopped at the edge of the forest, Maris also jumped from the tree branch. Amidst the dark shadow, the red dress makes the female vampire stand out more than ever. Behind her were large owls with fierce faces and sharp claws. - Hello Aurora, long time no see. You've grown up and become so much more beautiful. - Maris approached the doctor and cheerfully said. - Hello, Miss Maris. You still look the same as before, young and friendly. Maris smiled, reaching out a hand to stroke her loose hair. In twenty years, no one had complimented her. Samson never opened his mouth to compliment her on anything, even though she was dressed sexy and put on makeup, and perched on a tree branch to pose. He just stared at her as if he were looking at a gaudy mother owl and then walked past silently. In an instant, the bags had been placed on the lawn by Harvey. His eyes glanced at the owls and then back to Maris. He saw those eyes were already very dark, no need to paint them
Samson and Lucasta had been living together for a month, and he had also taught her to recognize and distinguish almost everything around her. She could have said more according to what she thought. His living time also changed completely, waking up in the morning and sleeping at night even though he didn't get a full night's sleep. Most of the time, he was just hanging around at home. And when the sun went out, he dared to go out to pick mushrooms, pick vegetables and collect firewood. Every day, he still took Lucasta to Maris' castle, but today she was busy taking care of the sick owls, so he didn't want to bother her anymore and he had to take his sister to the forest to pick mushrooms with him. Although the sun was out, because Samson was afraid the afternoon wind would cool Lucasta's head, he put on a wide-brimmed hat and a cloak for her. She looked like the biggest mushroom in the forest. - Do they look familiar? These are the mushrooms I used to cook for you. You just sit
It was already dusk, but the two of them were still sitting. Maris understood Samson was waiting for Lucasta to wake up to take her back to the castle. Anyway, for a month now, he was the one who took care of Lucasta from meal to sleep, so he would feel empty if she didn't come back to the castle with him tonight. - Have the owls recovered? Samson's question made Maris extremely surprised. This was the first time he asked about her owls. The last time he'd left a pie for the owl, she'd simply thought he wanted to thank her for helping him make the pies. - They're fine. - She happily replied. - Your daily routine seems to have changed. Because of the newborn owls, right? – Samson asked Maris, but his gaze was directed at the main door. - Yes, this time they have proliferated too much. The space fell into silence again. Even the sighs of the two of them could be heard clearly. Before Lucasta appeared in this place, Samson and Maris had never sat down and talked like this. They