Uriel took out a photo, it seems to be of a family photo.
"The people in here, did you kill them?" Uriel asked.
The man hesitated.
"I have see them," he said, his eyes is covered by the darkness.
"Are you here to seek revenge?" He asked.
"I don't think you know this but, I lost my memory long time ago," Uriel said looking down,
"I just woke up one day in Paris and a few people who know me told me what happened, I was kidnapped by someone and my mum and dad came to Romania as requested of them in exchange to set me free, was it you who kidnapped me?"
"I'm not mad since I honestly remember nothing of what they're like but, I just need to know," Uriel added
"You really are such a strange person, before I question about your logic, shouldn't you be afraid of a killer?"
Mr Adrelean chuckled as his face lit up, "No, it wasn't me, your family had something that's rightfully mine but I did not kidnap you or your family, I was planing to invite them here some day to talk about it but now I don't know if that's possible,"
"Oh no, did they steal something from you? I apologise on their behalf, may I ask what they've stolen?"
"It's fine, I don't think I'll ever see it again anyway," Mr Adrelean said.
"Since you're here already, finish the painting will you? Unless you plan on staying here forever, I wouldn't mind of course, having a beauty like you here really dose me good," Mr Adrelean said with a flirty tone, a smirk and an amused look as he walks off.
Uriel blushed a bit before she shakes it off and continue to walk around the castle, she still got the map from before, she haven't really used it so now might be a great time.
She went to every room possible until the clock reads 4:30, it's already morning and Uriel is really tired now, she haven't got a bit of sleep, she walk to her room and washed up, all ready for bed so as soon as her head but the pillow, she's asleep.
The door creaks and the man came in, he stood beside Uriel for a moment before he started tucking her in, he gently pat her head and muttered something. Uriel looks really happy at whatever he said.
The man look at Uriel with a sad, apologetic and nostalgic eyes, but why? They never met before this painting thing happened right?
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Colour And Strings
FantasyAs past, present and future was told, what would become of a follower of the God with a vampire? Would Encre be forced to pick between what's right and what she desires? Read her story as the unexpected events happens in her life.
