Abigail was frozen as she stood in front of the cloaked girl, simply staring at her face. This girl looked exactly like her when she was 17 or 18 years old.
Abigail was mesmerised and couldn’t help but just study this girl’s face. She looked at the cloaked girl’s face closely, looking to confirm her suspicions and although the girl’s hair was longer than hers had been at that age, the color of her eyes, the fullness of her cheeks, the length of her nose were exactly the same! She was her exact replica! There was no way this girl could be someone else. Was this girl supposed to be her?
But how? And why was she wearing such an ancient looking cloak?
It made Abigail look back through her memories of when she was 17 or 18 and wondered if she had ever worn a cloak like that before. But she had no recollection of such a thing. She didn’t own anything remotely like the clothes this girl was wearing and she never went to any dress up parties at all.
Abigail was certain this wasn’t her memory.
Confusion struck Abi once again. What was she seeing?
“W-who are you?” Abigail asked the girl, stammering. The girl didn’t answer her question but shock suddenly registered on the girl’s face as if she just saw a ghost.
Abi thought that the girl was shocked to see her but then she, all of the sudden, ran forward and went through Abigail’s body.
It was Abigail’s turn to look shocked. It seemed that Abigail was invisible to this girl. Abi felt a feeling of deja vu. This dream now felt like that time Alicia’s showed her memories of Alex using the crystal ball, meaning, she was just watching someone’s memory this time? But this girl was her!
Abi’s head snapped towards the girl and what she saw this time made her freeze again. She felt like her body had been bitten by a snake, paralyzing her, as she looked at the girl kneeling on the ground as she helped a wounded man who was leaning against the tree trunk.
Abigail’s eyes zeroed in on the man’s face and one glance was enough for her to tell that the man was none other than Alex.
Abi stumbled backwards, the shock releasing her from her paralysis.
This dream was so weird. It was so strange! Just like her younger self, this Alex looked to be younger as well. Although his face looked younger and he had longer hair, his facial structures, the color of his eyes and the angles of his face and nose, were exactly the same. There was no mistaking it. What was going on?
“Are you alright?” the girl’s voice pulled Abi’s attention back to the scene unfolding before her.
The young Alex seemed badly hurt. “Here. Let me help you take that arrow out,” the girl added. An arrow was stuck on his left shoulder, with the arrow protruding behind him and the tail end of the arrow protruding in front of him. The girl held the arrow with both hands on the shaft and with a quick movement, broke the arrow in two.
“Okay, I’m going to pull this out now,” she warned and in the next second, she quickly pulled the arrow out behind him.
He gritted his teeth and didn’t say a word. She then took a bottle out and poured its contents over his wound, causing him to hiss from the pain, before she ripped up a long piece of fabric from her skirt to use as a tourniquet for his wound.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be alright,” the girl said, and the young Alex slowly opened his eyes to look at her.
The moment her face registered in his blurry eyes, the young Alex suddenly pushed her away.
The girl was surprised but she was quick to crawl back to him. “It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you,” she told him gently, like a little rabbit coaxing a fox.
The young Alex smirked. “Human, you are definitely getting the wrong idea here. I’m the one who is supposed to be telling you that. Get away from me if you want to live,” he hissed but the girl just blinked at him and retracted her hand.
“I know you’re a vampire but… you’re not a normal vampire, are you?”
The girl’s question made his eyes widen and then narrow, instantly suspicious of her.
“How do you know?” he asked, his gaze at her now sharp as that arrow she just pulled out of him.
“I can hear it… your heartbeat. It is different to normal vampires but you’re also not a royal blooded vampire. I know what their heartbeats sound like too,” she admitted and then she looked at him with deep, contemplative eyes. “Hmm, so if you’re not a full vampire, does that mean you’re a half vampire? Half human, maybe?” the girl spoke, more to herself than to him as she pondered the reason for why his heartbeat sounded different.
Alex kept silent.
“Well, it doesn’t matter because vampire or not, you’re still wounded and it looks like you’ve been poisoned too. That’s most likely why you are not healing,” the girl continued.
The girl slowly moved closer to him again but the young man forced himself to stand to get away.
“I told you. Get away from me before I make you my dinner,” he warned her but in the next second, he fell on his knees and passed out. It seemed his body couldn’t take it anymore.
The girl helped him lie under the tree. She checked on his wounds again and started pouring liquid potions and what looked like medicinal herbs on them. She seemed very skilled in treating wounds.
As Abi just stood there, watching quietly, unable to figure out what was happening yet, someone suddenly landed behind the girl.
Another young man appeared. This young man was so good looking with his smooth, angelic face and silver hair – the male equivalent of Alicia’s goddess-like beauty.
The silver-haired young man wore a grave and displeased expression as he spoke. “Abigail. What do you think you’re doing?”
