(Part 13) His Arrival

The figure stood above Lucinda. She saw him savoring the smell of her blood. Assured of her death, she lay motionless. He tasted the blood that trickled down her hand with his tongue. She saw his eyes that had been lusting after human blood for so long were happy with excitement. He made a cut on her neck with his claw. He stared into her hopeless eyes. Suddenly her eyes turned blue. That color fell into his eyes as a very strong light. He was thrown backwards by the intensity of the light. She got up from the ground. The light slowly stopped. The figure's claws began to shorten as it fell to the ground. It made it look like a human. His eyes turned brown. His face looked like a very handsome young man. He sat in a corner of the room. She stood there not understanding what was happening here. Lucinda slowly walked towards him. He slowly lowered his face. She caressed his hair without any fear. who are you? what is your name? she asked. He slowly raised his head and looked at her. His face impressed her. She felt an overwhelming joy. She remembered why she was so happy in such a frightening situation. His face created an attraction in her. She saw him as a miracle. She unconsciously smiled at him. Her smiling face gave him hope. I.... Who am I? he asked. She held him and lifted him up slowly. she tried to led out him of the room. She opened the yellow door. As she tried to get out, her great grandmother's spirit suddenly appeared again. .“Lucinda….what are you going to do….lock him in that room…..don't let him...