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I find Hannah in one of Thierry's many libraries. She is curled up in an overstuffed black leather armchair, reading a big black leather bound book.
"Hannah? Can I talk to you for a second?" I ask her.
She looks up and smiles at me.
"Of course Thierry. What's wrong?" She replies.
I suddenly remember that I am Thierry and not Nila. I don't answer her question; instead I just look at the floor.
"Thierry? What is it?" She asks.
She comes over to me and wraps her arms around my neck. She leans forwards to kiss me, when I pull back.
"What's the matter?" Hannah now looks worried.
"I…uh…I don't know how to tell you this…but…I…" I manage to stammer.
"It's Okay. You can tell me anything." She grabs my hand, and then pulls her hand back looking completely horrified.
"You are not Thierry! Who are you?" She asks, panic evident in her voice.
"You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you." I mutter.
"Try me." Hannah demands.
"Okay. But first you've got to promise me some things. Firstly, don't scream. Secondly, don't run away from me, I'm not going to hurt you. Thirdly, don't laugh this is no laughing matter. And lastly, please believe me. Okay. Can you promise me those things?" I ask, no plead.
"Okay, I promise. Who are you?" She demands again.
"You're right, I'm not Thierry. I'm actually Nila." I look down at myself. "In some form." I add silently.
"Nila?" Hannah asks, disbelievingly. "You can't be Nila?"
"I am. Ask me something that only Nila would know?" I say to her.
"Alright. What dad your dad gave me as a present, when you and he came over from Cairo a few years ago?" She asks.
"That's easy. He gave you a pendant with a scarab beetle encased in amber." I reply.
"Fine. What does that necklace mean?" She adds.
"Legend has it that if you wear a scarab beetle, it brings you luck. But the bite of a scarab is deadly." I reply in a voice that sounds as though I'm reciting from a book.
"Nila? It is you! How did you get like this? And where's Thierry?" Hannah asks, coming up to me and wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Don't know. Thierry's asleep in my bed and he's in my body." I reply. "By the way. How did you know that I wasn't Thierry?" I ask suspiciously.
"Well, firstly Thierry never pulled back when I went to give him a kiss." She starts.
"And what else? I know that he's a…vampire." I tell her.
"Well. Secondly… I didn't feel the soulmate link when I held your hand." She finishes.
"Soulmate link?" I ask befuddled.
"Your soulmate is your one true love, the other half of you. It's hard to live without your soulmate, once you have found them." Hannah explains. "Just ask Thierry. He'll tell you how hard it is."
"What do you mean?" I ask, again befuddled.
I wish to the Goddess that people would stop befuddling me.
"To cut a long story short. I'm an old soul; I've been reincarnated quite a few times. The vampire that made Thierry a vampire killed me in every one of my lives from my second life. Oh, Thierry killed me in my first life by accident. He's still living with the guilt of that." She explains the last part to me at my confused look. "So Thierry had to live without me until I was re-born."
"Oh." I reply to her explanation.
"Come on, let's go and see Thierry." Hannah suggests. "By the way. Why is Thierry asleep, he went to bed early last night, he was sound asleep when I came up to bed." She adds.
"Oh, he told me that I was going into bloodlust, so he forced me to drink my own blood. And I made him tired afterwards. You could say I kind of knocked him out." I explain the situation to her.
"Hmm." She replies, trying and failing to suppress a grin.
Both of us walk out of the library and find our way to my bedroom. Thierry is still unconscious, so Hannah decides to let him sleep it off.
In the meantime, the pair of us sit down and talk about what happened to Thierry and me.
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(Julian walks out on stage) "I have reluctantly…
(Medusa) "JULIAN!!"
(Julian) "Sorry Medusa. I have gladly taking some time from stalking Jenny to ask you all nicely ::gets very vicious:: Please will you review this story. You know Medusa, I shouldn't be doing this."
(Medusa) "Why not?"
(Julian) "Maybe it's because I don't like you. Or maybe it's because you haven't written any stories about me."
(Medusa) "If you do this for me, then I will write out one about you."
(Julian) "Promise?"
(Medusa) "I promise."
(Julian) "Okay. Will all of you nice people out there please review this story? If you don't Medusa won't write a fanfic with me in it."