The Vampire I Sold My Heart To

INTRODUCTIONS

Edward smiled and leaned towards Abby, stroking his hair as he did so.

'So what do you wanna know about me'

'Everything'

'Are you seriously hitting on me right now?

'You wish!'

At this they both laughed and as requested Edward did everything possible to explain the kind of person he was to Abby.

''Well....''; he began, "We moved here from Ashkelof, father stated that there were some important business he would love to take care of"

"What type of business"; Abby asked, looking into Edward's eyes.

"That's confidential love, just know, it's a family stuff"; Edward said glaring back at her.

"Oh, I see, sorry for intruding into family matters"; Abby said, pouting her lips.

"No, that's okay, it's natural"; Edward said smiling back at her; "It's all part of the get-to-know-each other exercise right?..."

Abby ignored him, realizing that she wasn't in the mood anymore to talk about their family's business, Edward decided to change their topic.

All these while, as he talked, Abby's minds were more focused on his face, his looks, she wanted to have him, if not now, but perhaps tomorrow, but she didn't know how to say it.

Edward and Abby discussed for quite a long time. All these while, she was more focused on his facial looks, how his nose was shaped, his oval face, and finally, the way he talked.

'Its prolly getting late you know; let's go inside and check on our parents and see what they're up to'; Edward said, looking up to the skies, as dusk was gradually encroaching and then towards the sitting room where Mr. Whitechild and Sir Arthur were sitting and talking about things that only them knows about.

Not too long after that, both Mr. Whitechild and Sir Arthur, both came out of the sitting room laughing loudly, and then, when they saw two of their kids together, they both stopped laughing and smiled at the two youngsters.

"She looks just like Madam Whitechild...."

"Yes, She does, my jewel, my everything...."

"She's in a better place now, Mr. Whitechild, no need to fret, apologies for bringing up this particular topic"; Arthur said patting Sir Whitechild gently on the back.

"Yeah, she is, I believe you should start going, kind sir, it's already late"; Mr. Whitechild said looking at his wrist watch.

"Ah yes indeed!, Edward!"; Sir Arthur called out to his son.

"Yes father"

"Come along boy, we need to start going back home immediately"; he said picking up his coat and tossing it over his shoulders.

Edward then looked at Abby and said; "If it's possible, can we exchange our phone contacts?, I'd love to get in touch with when I get home...."

"Oh right!"; Abby said, and then proceeded to giving her contact details to Edward and Edward wrote his on a piece of a paper and handed it over to her. They both shook hands with each other and Edward raced to where his father was standing.

After thanking the Whitechild's for their hospitality, the father and son then proceeded to enter their vehicle, turning the ignition engine, they then sped of into the darkness of the night.

As Mr. Whitechild climbed up the stairs to go and rest for sometime in his study room for sometime, Abby turned the back of the leaflet of where Edward wrote his phone numbers.

It wasn't only numbers that were inscribed on that piece of words, but also 3 words which I quote as thus:

Meet me at the cemetery tomorrow evening, 7:00 PM sharp, don't be late!

Abby smiled, folded the piece of paper and tucked it into her pockets; everything was already moving according to her plans, Edward was already falling for her.