"I understand. She is still your legal guardian, but that doesn't mean that she has to find you. No one else knows who you are and that you are here." He looked at her, pained by her tears. He wiped a tear from her cheek, brushing gently the skin. He could hide her if she so wished; his neighbours were all high-class, and not on good terms with local law enforcement. They barely even knew him and would not tarnish their hands in the affairs of the lower-class. He could arrange a lot of things, but he was cautious. Cautious of not manipulating her life any more than he already did.

"Don't worry about the food, I manage. You need it more than I do - you've still got two mouths to feed."

Bella looked at him "Thank you for everything I mean that from the bottom of my heart" Bella then hugged him gently and then let go." I am going to ignore the craving and make something healthy for myself." She then walked into the kitchen and began to cook. The kitchen was beautiful like right out of a movie. " Are you sure you do not wish to eat?" Bella was shocked she thought all men ate a lot of food.But all men are different she was happy about that....She wished for there to be more Good men then bad.

Victor was slightly taken back by the hug - being as pure as it was - but recovered from the shock. She was thankful, and some people expressed their gratitude with physical gestures. Yes, he had to keep that in mind. He followed Bella to the kitchen. He did not quite see the same beauty Bella must've seen in it (her face gave her amazement away), but he had not designed this house. The only thing he had added to the building was the basement - it was outdated and even a bit grotesque to build a basement to such a contemporary home, but he had insisted. Dollar bills made wonders.

He sat down on one of the bar stools by the kitchen island and looked at her explore the kitchen. He knew where everything was, but remained silent unless he was asked. "Oh, don't worry. I've lived long enough to know how to cook for myself. Thank you." One of the problems would definitely be the cooking - he could not eat, but refusing food and the lack of any signs of him eating ... he would have to explain sooner or later why he started throwing up blood if he consumed anything else but blood.

Bella put all the food away she ate a small apple as she began to cook the meat and potatoes and some green beans. Once she had everything cooking on the stove she turned around to the man watching her as she did her every move. " You have a wonderful home how long have you lived here?" Bella wanted to get to know him better I mean they were living under the same roof..It would be better if they knew about each other.

Victor lifted his gaze from the abstract to her. "Oh, here? I had it built three years ago. They were building this whole suburb then, though. Been nice here, so far." Talking was better than the silence - the sizzling of the meat on the pan was something he had not heard in a long time. Matter of fact, he had never cooked. He never had any guests; he was more of a guest than a host. He would maintain his connections through the technology these days or just by visiting those he knew. He preferred to go by boat, though crossing continents was always risky.

"Oh, and about your room ... You can choose whichever you want. I sleep downstairs." Downstairs was of course referring to the basement floor, but it sounded more sophisticated.

" Oh okay thank you....." Bella finished the cooking and got a plate and place the food on it. She sat down next to him and began to eat . She loved her cooking and was soon down eating she was hungrier then what she had imagined. she finished cleaning up her mess and turned back around to him. " Should I ignore my cravings or.....because I really do not think ice cream and pickles as well as mustard should never be near each other ever.

She looked at him trying to read him he seemed unhappy on a level she wondered what was wrong with him.
She hopped she could be safe and even happy one day she hopped she would fully heal someday from all the pain her step father had caused her.

"Well, it's not really harmful to eat those ... just keep them well apart. Not a match made in heaven. You'll probably feel sick after eating it that you will need to use the bathroom." He looked at the food she was eating with curiosity. Not that cooking was anything miraclous, he just wanted to take a look at what people ate these days. His nutrition had stayed the same, but the flavour changed always. The blood's taste had changed, too. All of the weird chemicals the people had in their blood ...

After a long silence - save for her eating - he spoke again. "Is there ... anything else you need?" And before she could even mention about paying back for anything, he continued: "I have enough money and time on my hands to give to those in need. So don't be afraid to ask."

" I am fine you have done enough as it is trust me...." Bella was way to shy and modest to ask for anything.
But she could not help but think of her mother. Was she doing the right thing " Am I doing the right thing with my mother that is....?" She looked at him searching for and answer an honest one. She sat back down next to him and was facing him.

"I am not the one to say what is right or wrong. You should do what you think is the right thing to do." Victor turned to look her in the eyes - those eyes that captivated him so easily. She was so difficult to read - he couldn't know what she really wanted or what was behind those eyes. "She might be genuinely worried ... or not. There is really no other way than to find out."

Victor, for one, didn't trust the mother. A person who would abandon a blood-bond for someone who was so obviously hypocritic. And to think that even at court she would have sided with him? There was no way Victor would let her take Bella - not even if she was her guardian. He would personally testify in court if it was possible. "But you do want the honest answer, is that not right? I won't let you meet her without supervision."

Bella nodded as she listened to him talk she knew he was right and that he only wanted the best for her. " But i willl have to meet with her sooner or later i will not be able to help it....she is my daughter even thought she may not care for me like one"

"That's true." He paused, watching for her reaction. She realized it herself that a daughter AND a husband disappeared at the same time would raise suspicion and unnecessary panic. "Are you ... Are you going to tell her about the baby?" He asked, cutting to the chase right away. How would her mother react to hear that she was pregnant with the child of her deceased (not that she knew he was dead) husband? Victor was positive that she wouldn't react the way a daughter hoped she would.

His gaze wondered to the digital clock on the wall, its blaring red digits reminding him that the hour was very late - within three hours the sun would start peeking up and he would have to be in deep slumber by then. "But you can rest easy for tonight. It is too late to do anything." It was evident from his tone of voice that he would not speak of this issue any more for the night.

Bella looked into his eyes. " The ....baby" She said it as if she had totally forgotten it existed for a few short moments.
Bella looked up at him " i do not know...." Bella then looked at the clock as well and yawned a bit I am really tired I think I shall go to bed. " Good night and thank you once again" Bella disappeared up the stairs and into a room that seemed small enough
and comfy enough for her. She then toke a shower and went to sleep.

Victor nodded as she thanked him. It was of no inconvenience to him, considering he barely lived in this house. As soon as he heard her heartbeat slow down to its resting rate, he rose up from the kitchen stool and put the dishes away. He was still used to cleaning up his premises as if to appear that he did not live in them. And yet, he kept the house pristine - it could pass for a new home save for the weather's marks left on the outside of the house.

It had started to rain - the drops were beating down on the windows of the house. The sound calmed him, and he turned off the lights. It was really late - though to him, it was rather early. Now that he had no work to worry over, his hunger became more intense. While he had fed only last night, he felt a craving unlike any other. The scents of the house penetrated his nostrils and his body became tense from the sudden nature of it all. He needed to feed, and that was all.

Without bothering to take his jacket, he slipped out of the house like a thief, wearing his crooked shirt and jeans. If he were human, he'd freeze in the dark night ... But the blood, it would warm him. A beastly snarl escaped his lips as he slipped into the night. He was running fast towards the city's outskirts where the slums were. He could hear the late-night squabbles of the poor from afar. His breathing became heavier with lust for blood. The scent of so many mingled in the air ... How delicious it all was!

Bella slept peacefully in the bed she awoke once to go to the bathroom she looked at her self in the mirror as she raised her shirt high enough to see her belly. " Me a mommy.....This is unreal..." She gently touched her stomach in a loving manner.
" I love you little one and i promise to be the best mother to you that i can" she put her shirt down and went back to her bed and fell asleep.

The slums were bustling with life, no matter what time of day it was. There was a robbery in progress somewhere and from what he could hear from their whispering, it was certainly not their first time robbing from the poor. Victor smirked and hid behind the bushes from where he could easily grasp one of the robber's feet. As the two other were inside the house, Victor jumped the last person. He didn't have a chance to scream for his life, and the fleshlight dropped to the earth's floor. Victor buried his fangs in the man's neck and held him tightly so that he couldn't even turn his head before Victor allowed so. He kept a hand on the man's mouth and sucked in the sweet blood. Then he heard his comrades calling - the fleshlight was no longer lighting their way. Victor's eyes gleamed with mischief as he retreated from his prey.

He had had enough, and the man wouldn't survive. The man wouldn't be turned if he wouldn't give him vampire blood; and it was not his intention, the least bit. His rationale was coming back to him as he fled the scene of crime. He knew that first aid could rescue the man, but it was not very probably considering they were on a mission to rob someone else's property. Poor devils.

Soaked wet and eyes clouded with the ectasy from blood, he slipped in back into the house through the window that he always had open. He left wet footsteps behind him as he retreated to the basement and locked it behind him. He threw away his wet clothes and shrouded himself in a simple curtain fabric he found. Then he laid down on the locker he slept in. All this he did in the pitch black darkness - and fell into the vampiric slumber to see no dreams.

Bella continued to sleep peacefully. She dreamed of her child she hoped that it would look like her and nothing like it's father. She preyed it would have a wonderful life with her. She was in a deep sleep she soon stopped dreaming of her child and began to plan old sleep. She did not get up until around 1pm the next day she was more tried then what she had thought. She got up and went to take a shower she changed her clothes she then went down quietly to eat breakfast she then cleaned up after herself and did some cleaning around the house. She figured if she was going to live here she might as well do her share. she then began to was her clothes there was a washing machine and a dryer in the kitchen.

With a startle, he woke. The sun had just set, but he had been awakened by the sound of something hammering against the floor. An appliance? He could barely remember that Bella, while living in the house of a vampire without knowing it, needed to take care of her daily needs. He found his clothes from the night that had dried on the floor quite well. He dressed quickly, abandoning the curtain fabric. Still barefoot, Victor ascended the stairs and opened the door of the basement. He couldn't see Bella from where he was, but could hear her in the living space.

"Bella?" He called out softly, he did not want to startle her. He moved silently as a habit and it had startled people earlier. He stepped into view from behind the corner. "How are you feeling today?"

" I am sorry did I wake you? I did not mean to I had to wash my clothes though this was my last pair of clean clothes" Bella looked at him in a really sorry manner. She wanted to make living with him as peacefully for him as possible. Bella was feeling fine her tummy looked a little bigger then before but you could not tell she was with child just yet though. " I am feeling fine thank you....how are you?"