If only.. The eyes of the woman changed from green to crimson, no one would be able to differentiate them. The resemblance was so striking that she found herself staring at hazel for a long time.
"If you think that your eyes would work then you are wrong?" Lucinda finally blinked when Hazel admonished her again. "You have to learn basic spells or the witch in you will die with time." Her voice was harsh and cold but her eyes were still warm. Lucinda could not help staring at them.
Hazel furrowed her brows when Luci still did not reply. Her daughter was quick witted and replies always wait on the tip of her tongue!
"Are you feeling unwell? What happened to you?" Hazel touched her forehead when Luci flinched. The touch created a strange feeling in her body as if she was electrified. Her actions confused Hazel further who frowned.
"I know how to do teleportation." just when Hazel was about to ask more questions. "I am teleporting in my room." with that Lucinda disappeared from there. But! She did not know where her room was!
She cursed! She should have followed the girl to her room when she went to pack her things. Now what?
She was so flustered looking at Hazel that she disappeared from there to prepare her mind and heart before facing her again. But this did not look like her room at all!
She stared at the vast array of books. The room was warm but not hot like hers in the underworld. It felt nice to be there.
"Do humans read so many books?" She did have some books Stefan had brought but this... it was like heaven for her. She could not help but gaze at the long line of books that were almost touching the sky.
"Oh my!" She walked hurriedly towards the section of history and roamed her hands on the books before taking out one about the lord of the vampires. That was what that young man had called her father, right?
The black color book was too thick to describe a single person. The book consists of pictures of the lords of the vampires of one century with their brief description and their glorified time.
"Are you ill, honey?" he asked when Hazel watched Luci with worry too.
"No! I think I am just tired from all the practice." she lied, suddenly she was feeling very stuffy looking at their worried faces. It was a strange feeling that she had never felt before.
Rafael sighed and then looked at Hazel with pleading eyes who shook her head.
"Fine, go and rest. But we will start again tomorrow." she waved her hands as if asking her to disappear already before she changed her mind but she kept standing there making them confused again.
Didn't lucy always run away whenever she get the chance to escape and the way she was looking at them. As if she was looking at them for the first time.
"Lucy! Are you sure that you are okay?" asked Rafael again and Hazel looked at her daughter intensely.
"I was just wondering.." she stared into the eyes of Rafael and then Hazel, "how did my sister die but i survived?"
"......"
"Lucy!' The voice of her father was stern instantly but she kept staring at Hazel whose face started to lose colors.
"I just wanted to know? Was she too weak to survive or something else happened? Where is her grave anyway? How about we go there and pray." she continued without paying any attention to the worried look of Rafael as her eyes searched for the guilt on the face of her mother.
"Did we not go there every sunday?" Rafael cut in, making her flinch. They have made her grave? How could they!!!
"Is that so? Why don't you take me there, mother?"