8 The saviour

I am a Vampire,

Your love is blood to me.

Your hotness is vervain to me

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She was dressed in a plain white robe, down till her knees, while she was yet barefoot. The robe was graceful and simple, which fitted perfectly on her perfect curves. The little colorful tiny flowers embroidered all over her dress, made it look even more appealing.

Her long fawn colored hair, were slightly wet and left open, almost touching her waist. She was wearing several pieces of beauteous metallic jewellary all over her hands, arms and her ankles. The girl was taller then customary girls and her fair skin had a hint of aurelian touch in it, making her look a bit more alluring and mystifying.

"Who are... you? Why do you live in this scary forest?" The boy looked around inside her tiny house and noticed a tiny bedroom adjacent to this room. The room was decorated fastidiously and had one single tiny bed, only able to fit the girl. "And... And you also live alone!? Who are you?"

The girl smiled a bit as she carried a few bottles of balm in her hands and walked upto him. She sat down on her knees, next to his face and applied a tiny bit of cobalt colored balm on a piece of cloth. "It should not matrer to you, who I am. You should be happy that you are alive and should be thankful thatI saved you. So, all you have to know is that I am your saviour." The girl smirked a bit and started to dab the medicine on his forehead, cleaning the blood.

The boy did not question her any further. He had acknowledged that the girl was not interested in telling her identity to him. And also, he was already mesmerized by her prepossessing and divine face to ask anything further. He could feel her fingers touching his forehead in much care and gentleness. The last time, somebody had looked after him was only when he was five years old and he had fallen down on the rough street while playing with her and her mother had wrapped the wlund securely, with love and warmth. "If you care so much for me, I will fall in love with you."

"Haha!" The girl almost chuckled in surprise and looked straight in his dark eyes. "If you knew who I was, you would have never said this to me." She took a fresh piece of cloth and dipped it on a warm cerulean colored solution. She then gently tied the cloth around his head and smiled looking at him. "There! Your both the wounds are healed. You are as healthy and fit as before now."

Marc frowned a bit and looked at his leg in much bombshell. Except for the blood stains, his leg looked absolutely fine to him. "Are you a psychic healer or a doctor? The.. pain is completely gone and I can move my leg."

"You ask too many questions. Soon, you will get your answers. Your time has come but till then just stay in hiding and prevent yourself from getting killed." The girl yet again got up on her feet and walked inside another tiny adjoining room, which looked more like an antique kitchen.

Marc too this time got up on his feet, yet again studying his leg in much surprise. The pain in the forehead too had gone extremely numb. "You can atleast tell me, what is in that liquid that you have applied on my wound. So that, if I get hurt again, I can apply it.... or maybe I can just come running to you again." The boy smirked as he slowly walked inside the kitchen and noticed the girl, brewing something on fire.

There were several sand made utensils placed on the kitchen shelves, while varied herbs and fruits were placed in bamboo baskets hanging in one corner. In the other corner was placed a pile of cut wooden branches, which were set on fire from the top. A large sand utensil was placed on top of the fire, and the girl was brewing something dark red in color, inside it.

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They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautiful and without regret.

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