Feelings

Her heart raced and couldn't breathe. After a few seconds, he retreated back.

"But! Does that mean... you can read my mind?", she guessed.

"It was time you figure it out", he giggled.

"I kept thinking about that!"

"Well...then don't you have any questions you want to ask me?

"What questions?"

"About like, I'm I a human or a vampire and why did I asked a sacrificial bride?"

"I..."

"I know you have them, it's natural for you to be curious, but I want you to aske me personally...not through Isabelle", he emphasized on the last part of sentence.

"Umm...will you tell me than, if you're a human or vampire?", she hesitated.

"What do you think?"

"Umm...I think you're a vampire"

"Correct", he sighed and opened his moth, slightly.

Esmeray could see his sharp, white and long fangs. He turned to her then.

"But I'm also a human, but my humanity is fading away, slowly", he hissed.

"But that's not possible!", she abruptly said.

"It does, but sometimes what we see is not entirely the truth. I was onc