Chapter 8. Vlad?

Was it him, Vlad?

 The Stranger I had hidden behind the potted plant? Yesterday when the other man, what was his name again? Aha!  Fitcher had mentioned the name, I was extremely shocked. I had looked at him front head to toe assessing him. The man standing before me had white hair and was very good-looking. He appeared to have the same height as the stranger but he couldn't be him because he didn't have a scar on his left eye. If he was indeed the man behind the potted plant; then there should have been a scar on his face. I remembered it clearly. My hands had touched it, felt it. He couldn't be that 'Vlad'. It was not possible. I couldn't bring myself to believe that the stranger behind the potted plant, who had made me feel such wonderful things, was the same man who had kidnapped me. Waking up an hour ago to find 'Vlad' looking at me as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, was quite unsettling. His gaze had startled me and I nearly fell off the wood i