CHAPTER 6

Vladimir's POV

I know how to cook, but I never cook. Once, I tried going to a culinary school because I couldn’t think of anything to do in that lifetime so I tried it even though I don’t eat. I experienced eating before when I was still human and somehow I still have the memories of what food tastes like. Sometimes, I tried eating too but it tasted worse so I never did it again. Right now, it’s my first time cooking again without tasting the food. I might use my sense of smell and let her taste it.

I picked the paper that says number 2 in her bucket list and she likes someone to cook for her everyday. I don’t even understand myself why I’m doing this but I’m not doing anything and I used to be bored so might as well be good to her, after all my parents told me to watch over her.

They decided that it isn’t the time for her to be reported to the council because she is not doing anything wrong and if she’s a threat she would have said something about us a long time ago. Though, I also thought that she might be a spy but we wanted to make sure because we didn't feel she was a threat so they told me to go with the flow and as soon as she does something bad I should kill her. I hope it won't get to the point of killing her. Hopefully he has no bad intentions.

I went to school with a packed lunch for her. We usually walk while going to school. We have a car but we never use it, we only use it if we need it but most of the time we walk or we run.

I changed my way to school because I heard that there was trouble on the other street and I didn't want to linger and get stuck in the chaos so I went the other way not knowing that I would be able to see her. She’s actually walking down the streets. She was wearing our uniform. I wonder what she would look like if she’s not wearing our uniform.

I was about to call her when he suddenly stopped at church. She handed the paper bag she was carrying to the young beggars sitting on the side of the church. The children were happy and I even heard them say that they liked the food she brought last night. So, she brought the food she wrapped from home.

I smiled a bit.

I let her go and went straight to university. I saw Van and Via on their way to their classroom. I went into two subjects but I didn’t see Cassandra. I was surprised because she was my classmate in almost every subject.

Where is she?

I left immediately after saying goodbye to the professor. I was about to go to Via to ask where she was when she suddenly appeared in front of me.

I raised an eyebrow. “Where have you been?”

"Hey, missed me?" she said jokingly. "It’s only a minute since I --”

I didn’t finish what she was going to say. I handed her the paper bag. I left quickly and ignored her call. She was no longer able to chase me because she heard the professor call her.

Annoying! I'm annoyed with her again for some unknown reason.

I decided to go to the garden and sleep. It was after an hour when I smelled her blood. This time, I looked up to make sure she was just in front of me. I saw her standing an inch away from me.

He was carrying the paper bag I gave her. I stared for a while then looked away. I just closed my eyes again.

"I forgot to tell you last night," she started saying. "The real reason why I wanted it to be you and not any other guy."

I waited for what she would say. I got curious and I felt my stomach circling again as if something was rolling on it. I don’t know this feeling. I haven’t felt it before. This girl made me feel things I don’t even know how to name.

"I want you to remember me."

"What?" I opened my eyes and looked at her. "Who are you?"

"Don't you really remember me?"

“Are you the same girl who appeared in my dream?”

She did not answer my question. She never answers directly everything I ask her which really made me irritated. I get annoyed when I don’t get an answer because I need something to explain why I am feeling this.

Why, why do I feel this?

Why do I feel my heart beating everytime I’m with her? Why, why… I hate it! I don’t even know if I’m just imagining it but I’m feeling alive every time she’s there with me.

“Thank you for the chicken soup. It’s my favorite. ” She dropped the paperbag on my side. "Can I request brownies, then add more, please?"

“Why,” I asked, desperately. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“You quite deserve it,” She plainly smiled. “Anyway, please the kids at the church earlier said they like brownies. Please, you saw us earlier, right? Make some, at least just for them and not for me. Thank you!!!”

“Why not make it for them? Why ask me?”

“Well, I don’t know how to make one. And one more thing, I am very sure you can’t say no to me.”

She walked away and left me alone, stunned. Damn, why, why are you so sure that I can’t because I can’t even explain why I really can’t say no.

Is she a witch?