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"A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world."

Leo Buscaglia

Chapter Six - One Thousand and One Nights

When I walked into the bright prison room, my eyes were instantaneously laid on the vampire. He was lying on top of the sleeping bag with his eyes closed. I walked as quietly as I could toward the cage, and stuck my head in between the bars to get a better view of him. He was lying on his back, his head straight up toward the metal roof and his hand at his sides. For a moment, I thought he really did look dead, lying there not moving or breathing, not to mention the paleness of his skin made it even more vivid. I let out a heavy sigh; I guess he must have been sleeping since vampires do sleep at daytime. I turned around and took a step toward the door.

But I was at halt right in the middle of my second step when he spoke, "Hello Miss Anna, I did not anticipate to see you this early." He stated softly. I quickly twirled round to see him. He was still laying just the way he had been seconds ago, but this time his silver-blue eyes were opened.

"Oh… haha, I thought you were sleeping… I'm sorry if I woke you. It's just that Steve and Sarah had left for a trip, and I thought why don't I keep my new vampire friend company?" I said clumsily, caught off guard. He slowly got up to a sitting position before looking toward me. "Are you proposing a friendship Miss Anna?" He questioned, the tag at the corner of his lips returning. "Well, I don't see any reasons why we can't be friends… that is, if you want to." I stated smiling back at him as I unlock the silver cage door with the key that I still haven't returned to Gabe. Once I stepped inside, I closed the door behind me. I sauntered toward him and sat down on the cold hard metal, with my legs crossed, just like his had been the last time I saw him.

I looked up at his beautiful eyes, a smile struggling to escape my lips. "If that is the case then, I will be delighted to call you friend." He stated, his voice sounding pleased. "Well then, we might as well make it official." I said with a beaming smile, raising my hand for him to shake. He looked at my hand then my face, before he hesitantly raised his hand, like if he touched me I would break. He slowly brought his cold hand and took a hold of mine before shaking it. He had a small smile as I laughed at our physical exchange. I did not even know that our greeting was done, for I held on to his hand for about two seconds more than necessary, before quickly letting go when I noticed he was looking at our joined hands. I could feel my face flushed in embarrassment, and I moved around to distract myself from blushing more.

I turned toward my book bag that was at my side to cover my blushing, and I pulled the zipper open. "I thought you might be hungry." I stated lightly, pulling out the Tru blood and handing it to him. His eyes were warm as he took the synthetic blood from my hand. The emotions in his eyes were giving me butterflies in my stomach, so I tried not to look at his face.

Remembering the rest of the objects I carried, I swiftly pulled them out, "Oh, I brought you some books, something to read when you get bored." I said the three books in hand. "I don't know if you like reading these types of books, but it happens to be my favorites once." I said raising two books, one in each hand facing it toward him. His eyes glimpsed at the books, not missing the fact that I left the old plain cover book on my lap. He slowly stretched his right hand and took one of the books that I raised for him to see. It was Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare. I looked at the book that was left in my hand, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I loved this book ever since I first read it, for part of me wanted to be like the main character, the strong-minded and witty Elizabeth Bennet.

I was brought out of my thought when Godric spoke, "we were acquaintance." He stated, his voice was soft, like he was lost in a deep memory. "Who?" I questioned gently. He didn't say anything except lift up the book in his hand. I didn't understand what he meant by that, "Do you mean, Shakespeare?" I questioned. The vampire nodded his head yes. But how could that be, I mean Shakespeare was alive in the late 1500s.

"But… that's like almost 500 years ago?" I was slightly tongue-tied. He didn't say anything except his mouth twitched a little in amusement, and there was a look in his eyes that said 'so?' I did not know how to take it in, to comprehend such idea. I leaned a little closer to him. "Hmmm, if you don't mind me asking… how… how old are you?" I questioned my curiosity stuttering a bit. I didn't know if he would answer my question, for the majority of people would get offended when you ask them their age.

"I am 2000 years old, Miss Anna." He stated calmly. I could feel my eyes grow as big as a dinner plate, my mouth opened wide shocked, I was flabbergasted. All I could think at that moment was, 'holy mother of god.' I sat there for moment, letting my head register everything before I spoke again.

"But how… I mean, you look so young." My voice was heavy with astonishment. The astounded look didn't seem to surprise or upset him, I bet he probably get this types of respond every time he utters his age. "I was no older than you, when I turned." he said, his eyes scanning my frame, probably guessing my age. I was 18 years old, well technically I was still 17, but I will be 18 in like a month.

"Oh wow, I thought my grandmother was old when she turned 85." I laughed a little at that. When I looked up, I saw his eyes inspecting my face, just gazing at me as I chuckled. From the way he was looking at me, I could feel my face heat up again, dang It. He must have seen my discomfort because his eyes moved down, seeing something else. My eyes followed what he was looking at; his silver-blue eyes softly stared at the old book that was left in my lap. Probably wondering why I brought it, if I wasn't going to give it to him. I softly picked it up, "this book is very precious to me. It belonged to my mother, and she used to read it to me all the time, it was something we shared. And when she passed away, I took over and started reading it to my younger sister. She loved it as well too." My eyes were cast down, just staring at the book as memories flood in my head.

The young looking vampire seemed to hesitate before asking a question. "How did your mother decease?" his voice was so low I almost thought I imagined it. If it wasn't for the inquisitive look in his eyes, I wouldn't have known. "She had Lung Cancer… She was diagnosed when I was seven, and she fought so hard to survive, to stay with us. But I guess in the end, it was her time to go." I spoke calmly. It felt effortless to just open up to him, to tell him everything. My butt was starting to hurt from the way I was sitting, so I moved around to find a better seating position, before I finally gave up and laid down on the cold metal ground, using my empty book bag as a pillow. He still sat where he was, about five feet away from me, and looked at me from an odd angle. His eyes were so comforting, like they wished to give me a hug and tell me everything was going to be alright. And that was what I craved, what I needed the most, for someone to tell me everything was fine. At that moment, gazing into his eyes, I did the only thing I could do, the only thing I wanted to do… I opened up and told him everything.

I told him about how I felt when my mother passed away. I told him what it was like without her. I told him about how my sixteen year old sister, Sarah, took over the job of a mother for me and my baby sister Claire. Sarah did it all, cooked, cleaned and just be the best mother/sister she could be. And because of us, she missed out on a lot. She missed out on being a sixteen year old kid. She missed out on being a teenager. A teenager who goes out with her friends, who dates boys and gets in trouble for stupid reasons. That this why I stay with her now, Even thought I badly wanted to get as far away as possible from this place, I couldn't. How could I abandon her to that monster husband of hers? She needed me to take care of her, just like how she took care of us.

And I told him about our father. He was a great man, who provided everything for his three girls. He didn't get married again, for he still loved our mother, and he also didn't want us to grow up with a stepmother. He was a sweet, gentle, kind and compassionate man, who loved outdoors and beaches. I remember how we would barbeque on the Fourth of July and have a little campfire in our backyard. Those were the best times, when everything seemed so easy. He was the best father any girl could wish for, but it was tree years ago, when I was 14, he got into a car accident and lost his life.

It was easy telling the vampire how I felt, for I knew he wouldn't judge me. But when I got to the part about Claire, I didn't know how to word it. "Claire disappeared about a year and half ago… she was coming back from her friend's house when she went missing. The police looked everywhere; we had a missing posters handed out, radio broadcastings, and we even had her picture on the evening Fox News. But nothing, it was as if she never existed." I looked down at my hands that seemed to be shaking a little before looking up at him. "Sarah thinks it's… it's vampires that did it." I spoke, my voice low.

His eyes were sad. It was heartbreaking just looking at him. He seemed to have a hard time voicing what he wanted to say, "…do you think, it was my kind that did it?" he questioned in a soft voice. I didn't know what to answer to him, 'yes and no' didn't really seem like the right answer.

"I don't like pointing fingers, Godric. The bible disapproves such thoughts. It says, 'Judge not, and you will not be judged; condemn not, and you will not be condemned; forgive, and you will be forgiven.' That's what our lord teaches and that's what I follow." I stated honestly.

"I do not comprehend how you do it, Miss Anna. How you perceive the world and what you notice in others." His voice was speculating. He rose his hands up, bringing it to his sight like he was thinking about the things he has done with that it. His eyes were so sad, almost depressing. I didn't want to see him like that, something in me did not desire that look to ever grace his face ever again. So I did the only thing I could to distract him from whatever he was thinking. I placed my mom's precious book in his hand. "I want to read you this book… if that's ok. It's called, one thousand and one nights. I think you might like it." I voiced quickly. His eyes brightened up again to their natural glow as he looked up at me. He nodded his head ok, so I picked up the book and opened the first page softly. The book was a frame story (stories within a story).

"This story takes place in the magnificent Persia, a long time ago there was a king name Shahryar. The great king was betrayed by his wife, and He was furious and hurt when he found out, the woman he loved, his wife has deceived him. The king started to believe that all women in the end will betray him, so every night for three years, the mad king would marry a new virgin, and everyday he would send yesterday's wife to be executed the next morning. He had killed three thousand such women by the time he was introduced to Scheherazade, the Minister's daughter." I continued reading just like how my mother used to do so, making voices to sort of play out the characters.

The story of Scheherazade seemed to capture him, as he listened quietly with a complete attention. Scheherazade was a smart woman and she loved reading so much. It was said that she had collected a thousand books of histories relating to antique races and departed rulers. She had studied philosophy, science and art, and not to mention she was pleasant and polite, wise and witty, well read and well bred.

Against her father's protestations, Scheherazade volunteered to spend one night with the King. Once in the King's chambers, Scheherazade asked if she might bid one last farewell to her beloved sister, who had secretly been prepared to ask Scheherazade to tell a story during the long night. The King lay awake and listened with awe as Scheherazade told her first story. The night whiled away, and Scheherazade stopped in the middle of the story. The King asked her to finish, but Scheherazade said there was no time, as dawn was breaking. So, the King spared her life for one day to finish the story the next night. So the next night, Scheherazade finished the story, and then began a second, even more exciting tale which she again stopped halfway through, at dawn. So the King again spared her life for one day to finish the second story.

And so the King kept Scheherazade alive day by day, as he eagerly anticipated the finishing of last night's story. At the end of one thousand and one nights, and one thousand stories, Scheherazade told the King that she had no more tales to tell him. During these one thousand and one nights, the King had fallen in love with Scheherazade, and had three sons with her. So, having been made a wiser and kinder man by Scheherazade and her tales, he spared her life, and made her his Queen.

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