Soon enough the trial exams are coming. She needs to be focused on what she learns in university. A lot of things have happened lately.

New friends, new apartment and with Mr. Grayson. Yes. He's been here and suddenly shows up out of nowhere and never has she stopped thinking about him since they last met.

How is that possible?

At first she hated to see him around her, not even bothered to look at him. Hated him very much. And now she likes the magnet whom she attached to him.

Is she suddenly in love with him or just a weird feeling she had because the exams are about to come and she is nervous.

"India?" She looked up from her notebook. There Professor Helsing stood, smiling down at her. He dragged the chair and sat. "Nervous about the exams?"

He asked, "I don't know if I can do this, Professor, it feels weird!"

"Don't be. When I was your age I got the same feeling like you do. Nervous. Study late at night. Almost killed myself with the book".

She sighs, "I need to focus, Professor or else I failed".

"Sure you do. I believe in you if I wasn't you won't be here now. I cannot blame you if you study harder, neither can I can't blame you won't. You want a doctor there you go! Trust yourself, keep in your mind that you can do this".

He smiled, "Who will stop you from achieving your goal? no one!" a fake smile showed all over her face. He noticed. "I don't think these exams are worrying you".

"What do you mean, Professor?"

"Something else that you didn't share with me. And I know I do. What is your mind right now really".

Cleaning the mess she had caused on the desk then shut the notebook and dropped the pencil aside. Gather all things inside the bag. The desk is now clear from being messed.

Her eyes up on him again. Then she remembered when she and Harker had spoken about the vampire living among them. Even Billy believed it existed but will her professor?

"I had a weird dream ever since I was a little girl. Almost every night she will appear in my dream, she comes to me and she looks like me".

He nodded. "Perhaps your great great blood family member maybe. She says 'hello'".

"I don't think she was, last night was the worst terrible horrible dream. She killed herself by jumping off the window, she lived inside that castle. She showed me everything from the past, her life. Married a monster and died with the monster child inside her".

"Does it affect you?" asked Van Helsing. India shook its head, "Why?"

"Because I felt it. How suffering she was married to a monster, forced to be and bear the child unwillingly. Her life has been controlled since the beginning and she died for it, I feel she won't submit herself to that monster sort of husband I think".

Van Helsing nodded, smiling, "The evil one you told me now. Understand that". she stared into his eyes.

"Am I crazy, Professor?"

"No. It's just a dream, India there's two differences between reality and dream. One obvious answer is that we wake up from dreams but we don't wake up from reality inside the dream there is a complete universe. It has the appearance of depth and solidity that we also experience when we are awake".

She bites her lips, "Can dreams possibly become reality, Professor?"

"It depends. Author Tom Robbins once said that dreams don't come true; they are true. Most spiritual traditions clearly regard dreams as revelations from the gods and goddesses, and consider the act of separating the waking life from the dreaming, the conscious from the unconscious, as not unlike separating a plant from its roots".

Nodded her head, leaned back on the chair. "My dream is real, Professor".

"Difficult to tell, India if you think your dreams are real why not you try to find out who she was. I am not courageous enough to do this but if you think this is the way to find the truth then you should. To find the answer let the woman come to you, ask her then you can help out from her miserable life".

His eyes look around, "And I am afraid it will affect you. The exams are coming and I want you to focus. When your mind in state your will be alright, any question?"

"Have you heard the story of Vlad the Impaler, Professor?"

"Aah about that. Perhaps. I share Van Helsing bloodline. I've told you I never hear them talk about this. Why suddenly?"

Her eyes back to him, "I think that woman in my dream is forced to marry him. He's the reason why she died".

Later, India reached her floor, and a boy bumped into her. Soon she stepped out from the elevator and fell on her back and the boy on top of her.

"Wha-who are you boys? where did you come from!"

The boy who she guessed around ten smiling up at her, then hurried his feet and ran away around the corner. Disappear.

"Wait!" She tried to chase him but failed. "Alice?"

The weird Alice spoke, "Did you see that?"

"What?"

"A boy!" her eyes look around. "Where is he?"

"You are the reason that boy bumped into me. What is wrong with you, Alice, he's just a boy!"

Alice grabs back her hair, her skin pale, eyes wider, messing hair. She resembles the serial killers in the building. Mad like a mad hatter. Her anger is the limit.

"He's the devil's son! who was born on earth and killed humankind".

"Are you out of your mind! That boy is not a devil. You are the devil. Why are you chasing him?"

"We should kill him, India".

"Oh now you know my name. Make sense".

Alice shook her head, "You don't understand. We should kill that boy before it's too late before he goes back into his hiding place where the devil raises his children and forces us. This is the end of the world, I warn you!"

"Are you kidding me!" she jerked, "What did you do to that boy, Alice, did you hurt him?"

India studied her, on her shirt she was wearing. No blood couldn't seen on it. She is clean.

"You crazy Alice and you need to stop, seek a doctor before you are the devil itself".

India walks unlocking the door, Alice still standing there staring at her. Their eyes met again.

"I would kill you if I saw that happen between you and that boy". slammed the door shut.

My wife. My dear beloved wife, Sara. I killed her.

Kim leaned on her back bed. Laptop on her lap. After her interview with Gabriel Gracey she couldn't help herself hearing this.

A true story from the inside out of Gracey's Manor. She was there, she heard everything coming out from his mouth and what people told about him was... unforgivable.

Doesn't know what they said or what they've been thinking, always puts someone in conclusion and judges.

Sara. Of course. Yes, I killed her but that doesn't mean I did it with my own bare hands.

Kim sighs harder. Remembering that interview between her and Gabriel Gracey in Manor.

"If you believe people are talking about me for killing my wife, that is wrong. I didn't. I didn't kill. How come I kill her as she took my heart with her".

Suddenly he smiled, "And the child inside her wasn't mine either".

"That is why you killed her because that child wasn't yours?"

He shook no, "No. Because someone does". study her eyes. "I will not cry over her dead body even though she was my first love I met, how I love her that much.

"I know what she is doing behind my back. I gave her everything and she betrayed our love. It hurts. I asked her to stop still... She never listened. She thought I was a foolish man who didn't know anything. I had my eyes on hers".

Kim sighs, "How did it happen?"

"When we took our vow when we said 'I do' when I realized she just wanted my wealth. She came from a poor family and I had to push my own family to have her with me as my wife. She's a beautiful woman but poison that could kill you easily, my fault I fell for her so quick".

His eyes are on Kim, smiling again. "Have you written everything I say?"

"How did she die?"

"Someone killed her, which is someone it was her own lover".

"How did you know it was her lover?"

Chuckled, he spoke. "I was there when it happened. That night sneaking out from our home to see him inside the wood where no one will know they still had an affair that couldn't ever be done.

"He stabbed her on the chest through her heart after their fighting and he demanded more of my wealth. Letting her die there. When the man walks away I approach her with sympathy and betrayal.

"I couldn't forgive her but I must... so then she can go in peace. She died on my lap that night".

Gabriel Gracey closed his eyes, Kim asked. "What happened to that man? you can't let him go. He killed your wife!"

"He died the next morning when people found him beside the lakes, there were claws marks on his chest and all over his body. The police couldn't figure out what kind of animal would attack him that way. I thank you for killing the man".

"Then why do people keep blaming you for killing didn't you tell the police the truth?"

He sighs harder, said. "That is why I hired you to tell my stories to the public. The truth had served well. They will believe in you if you wrote that down and how I admired your work". smiling. "People love to judge, Ms. Destler".

"Justice is served then''.

"Indeed. If you don't mind adding a little part where you should convince them that I am innocent of my wife's death".

Kim stopped typing on her laptop. Rubbing between her crooked nose as her eyes glance up at the clock. Almost midnight and she still hadn't finished the story.

The truth about Gabriel Gracey is that he is not the murderer of his wife. The crime and people pointing that on him, a burden he's been carrying on his shoulder for many years are revealed to her.

The man who killed Gracey's wife was Louis de Matheo, a young man who had taken over his family's business after the recent death of his mother and the business wasn't successful. And he met Sara before Gracey.

Louis wasn't in a mental state when he met her and Gracey's are the pawns of their games.

Gracey hadn't known Sara was pregnant the night she died, whom he had barely touched since their marriage. The child belongs to Louis, he kills the mother of his own child.

Pathetic man Louis de Matheo Gracey ever met. Gracey gives his wife, Sara a proper burial even though she has been hurting him from the inside, still she is his wife and he will take the responsibilities of her death.

Kim breathed harder. She will continue this story by tomorrow morning. There's a lot of things we never know or we never care about people around us. Poor Gabriel Gracey. A man who deserves to be loved pointing out to be a murderer for no reason.

She kept the laptop aside and went to sleep.