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4. Familiar
Quickly I turned around. A man dressed in black from head to toe stood before me. His hair was tied back to ponytail. Only two strands of hair had fallen into his handsome face. I didn´t recognize him but my voice spoke out loudly: "Count Dragulia Valerious, what a surprise!"
He studied my body and looked closely into my face. I wondered what he wanted from me.
"Your eyes look very ... strange. Strange, but beautiful. But I can not see only one colour", he said. I knew he was right. My eyes had horrible colours in my opinion. Grey, blue and green, with golden sparkles.
"If I was sure I would say I have met you before. Who are you?", asked the Count. This time I didn´t knew how to answer. I didn´t knew my name. But I knew that he was the one who killed me. And I wasn´t about to tell him this.
"I don´t know", I said simply. I wanted to walk on but he grabbed my arms and looked deeply into my eyes. His hands were cold. "I know you but I do not know who you are", he said again. I pushed him away and went on.
I didn´t want to talk to my murderer. And he doesn´t remember me´, I thought.
But I didn´t care whether he´d remember me. Now, I needed to find a place where I could sleep. A place, that would be my home. I walked to my house, where I had lived. If I had feelings I would have cried. My home was burned out. I walked into the last remains of it and began searching for something. Anything.
I could see something golden shimmer in the darkness. So I bent down and picked it up. It was a necklace. This one seemed familiar to me. After a while I noticed a small cross hanging on the necklace. I touched the cross and it felt like fire. It melted in my hands.
Slowly I dropped the necklace to the ground and looked down at my hands. They were pale like the rest of my body.
Then I felt someone standing behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a man with long leather coat and hat. "Did you live here?", he asked. I walked up to him and looked into his face. Somehow I trusted him and somehow I did not.
I nodded. "I´m really sorry", he said, "Where do you live now?"
"Nowhere. I don´t know where to go", I said. The man held out his hand and asked: "Do you want to live in my house together with me?" I couldn´t believe my ears. "Thank you, that would be nice", I agreed and took his hand. We walked through the village and arrived at a small house. "Welcome to my home!", he said and opened the door for me.
The house was not very different to my own. There were only three rooms: a kitchen and two other rooms.
"Sit down. I´ll get you some food" , he said and pointed at the kitchen. I walked into the room and sat down on a chair, that was standing at a table.
As he came into the kitchen he gave me a piece of bread and a cup of water. I was hungry and bit into the bread. But it tasted like nothing. I took a sip of water. It didn´t still my thurst no matter how much I drank. I needed other food: blood.
I licked my lips. The smell of his blood was intoxicating. "Excuse me please. I didn´t introduce myself. My name is Gabriel Van Helsing. May I ask you how your name is?"
I only stared at him. Oh, how I wanted to suck him dry. "Did I say anything wrong?", asked Van Helsing and put a worried expression on his face.
"It´s nothing. Really. I just can´t remember... my name." - "I understand."
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