29. Belongs to Draculas

"Those are for me?" I was totally overpowered. It resembled everything moved in sluggish movement. I took the blossoms from him, delicately contacting his hands simultaneously. The bug ring got my attention.

"I've never gotten blossoms. They're the most gorgeous blossoms I've at any point seen."

"You should have 100 beaus," he expressed, looking down at his boots. "I can't completely accept that they've never given you blossoms."

"At the point when I turned thirteen my grandma sent me a bunch of tulips in a plastic yellow pot." As stupid as it sounded, it was superior to saying, "I've never gotten blossoms from my hundred sweethearts, since I've never had one beau!"

"Blossoms from grandmas are extremely exceptional," he answered unusually.

"Yet, why five?"

"One for each time I saw you."

"I didn't have anything to do with the splash paint- - "

Frightening Man showed up. "It is time to eat. Will I put those in some water, miss?"

"Please," I said, however I would have rather not part with them.

"Much thanks to you, Jameson," Alexander said. Alexander sat tight for me to leave the room first, in a row out of a Cary Grant film, however I was uncertain what direction to head.

"I thought you'd know the way," he prodded. "Could you like something to drink?"

"Without a doubt, anything." Wait a moment - anything? So I said, "Really, water will be perfect!"

He returned a second after the fact with two gem flagons. "I trust you're eager."

"I'm generally ravenous," I was a tease. "What's more, you?"

"Seldom eager," he said. "Be that as it may, parched 100% of the time!"

He drove me into the candlelit lounge area, overwhelmed by a long revealed oak table set with artistic plates and silver utensils. He took out my seat, then sat 1,000,000 miles away at the opposite finish of the table. The five wildflowers remained in a gem jar hindering my view.

Dreadful Man- - I mean, Jameson- - wheeled in a creaky truck and gave me a container of hot rolls. He got back with gem bowls loaded up with a greenish soup. Considering the quantity of courses, the gradualness of Jameson's administration and the length of the table, we were destined to be hanging around for a really long time. However, I couldn't have cared less, I would have rather not been elsewhere on the planet.

"It's Hungarian goulash," Alexander expressed as I anxiously blended the pale soup. I had no clue about what- - or who- - was in it, and as Alexander and Jameson sat tight for my response, I understood I'd need to taste it.

"Yum!" I shouted, slurping down a portion of a spoonful. It was much more scrumptious than any soup I'd at any point eaten from a can, however multiple times as fiery!

My tongue was ablaze and I promptly chugged down my water. "I trust it's not excessively zesty," Alexander said.

"Zesty?" I panted, my eyes exploding. "You must joke!"

Alexander motioned for Jameson to bring more water. It appeared to be an unfathomable length of time, however he got back with a pitcher. Ultimately I got my breath back. I didn't have the foggiest idea what to ask Alexander, yet I needed to have a deep understanding of him.

I could see Alexander had less companions than I. He appeared to be awkward in his own skin.

"What do you do the entire day?" I asked like a TV journalist loosening things up.

"I needed to know exactly the same thing about you," he advertised.

"I go to class. What do you do?"

"Rest."

"You rest?" This was significant information! "Truly?" I asked distrustfully.

"Is there some kind of problem with that?" he said, gracelessly brushing his hair from his eyes.

"Indeed, a great many people rest around evening time."

"I'm not the vast majority."

"True..."

"Also, no doubt about it," he expressed, gazing at me with his deep eyes. "I could perceive when I saw you on Halloween dressed as a tennis player. You appeared to be excessively old to trick-or-treat. What's more, you must be different to believe that was an ensemble."

"How could you get my information?" "Jameson should return the tennis racket to you yet gave it to a fair soccer player who said he was your sweetheart. I could have purchased the story on the off chance that I hadn't seen you smack his hand and drive off without him."

"All things considered, you're correct, he's not my beau. He's an absolutely lamoid jerk at school."

"However, luckily he likewise advised Jameson your name and address to back up his story. That is the means by which I knew how to track down you. I didn't think I'd find you investigating the house once more."

His fantastic eyes gazed directly through me.

"Well...I..."

Our chuckling reverberated in the Mansion.

"Where are your folks?" I inquired.

"Romania."

"Romania? Isn't Romania where Dracula resided?" I asked, indicating.

"Indeed."

My eyes illuminated. "Are you connected with Dracula?" I inquired.

"He never came to a family get-together," he prodded in a restless voice. "You're an odd young lady. You positively give life to Dullsville."

"Dullsville? Absolutely no chance! That is the thing I call this town!"

"All things considered, what else might we at any point call it? There isn't any nightlife here, is there? Not for individuals like me and you."