Once the blood was gone, his body craved more. When she spoke it seemed to break him from his little trance. "Yes...that is what I am." He looked slightly depressed. He knew she'd leave once she could and he'd never see her again...or worse, she'd hate him for getting her involved.

Isabella looked at him and put her hand on his cheek and said "Philippe I don't care if you are a vampire I do know you are going to protect me from him." Isabella looked at him with her sweet dark blue eyes looking at him. "Philippe I am not scared of you I won't leave you at all. All I wanted is the truth from you that is."

Philippe blinked slightly and just sort of stared at her. "How can you say such...meaningful things to someone who you've just met?" His voice sounded slightly in awe.

"fine than if you want me to leave and never see you again i can understand that if you want it than I can leave and Damon would get me and you will never see me again I see how it is." Isabella took her hand off his cheek and started to go to the door.

Philippe looked shocked for a moment. Then instantly was in front of her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him. "Please...I don't want you to go..."

Isabella looked at him and blushed when he hugged her and smiled at the same time "alright than I won't leave than but I really want to know all about you and I will tell you about me alright Philippe."

Philippe smiled slightly and looked down at her. "Anything to please you." He kissed her softly on the forehead. He didn't dare give her a real kiss....they just met after all.

Isabella went on the bed and looked at him and said "please tell me when you were born and when you turn into a vampire and what did you do back than and why is Damon after you?" Isabella said and looked at him and she really wanted to know as well.

Philippe looked slightly on the spot. "Umm....well. I was born in France...about two hundred years ago. I was turned at the age of nineteen. As for what I did back then....I don't enjoy talking about it." He sighed and sat in a chair near him. "Damon....is a sadistic bastard. I ran with him for a couple years and he found that he couldn't toy with my mind like he had everyone else's. He became obsessed with getting into my head. I haven't seen him in years. Frankly, I've been trying to avoid him. I haven't been home in almost a hundred years."

Isabella looked at him and thinks for something but nothing came to it but than she thought of something "than you turn you into a vampire you said you were human at 19 years old who turn you into a vampire?" Isabella had to know for him to understand about her and no one would think of it as well.

Philippe blinked slightly, then looked at her for a moment after she asked that. "My sire....was a murdering sociopath. Being a vampire too long...experiencing some of the things we do...tends to make us go insane after awhile."

Isabella looked at him and sigh as well and looked at the wall and said "My father was a vampire hunter years ago and like 2 years ago he was killed by something I really don't know I live with my mom and i really don't know what happen my mother told me to forget about the vampires and I did until the night when damon told me that he killed my father and i need to know about him I want him dead for what he did to my father." Isabella looked at him and she was crying as well.

Philippe's eyes looked saddened at her story and he walked over to her, slower than he had earlier. "Isabella...I'm sorry for what happened to your father. I know Damon....more than I'd like to....he wouldn't have had a motive to do that, other than he just wanted to toy with him first." He gently reached down and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Isabella cried more and more "you took the one person from me and my mother no one knows how I feel and no one loves me besides my mother." Isabella cried even more and wish her father was still alive.

Philippe looked so guilty, like he really was responsible for her father's death. But, he didn't leave, he wrapped his arms around her gently and held her. He couldn't say anything, because she was right. He didn't understand.

Isabella hugged him tight and cried a lot and didn't want to leave him at all and said one thing "Philippe do you love me?"

Philippe held her securely, but not enough to hurt her. He was shocked when she asked him that. Wondering if she'd really wanted the answer, or if she was just looking for someone to tell her they loved her. He took a breath and kissed her head. "I'm not sure what this feeling I've been having every time I see you. Its nothing like the thirst, or anything like lust. It's so much...deeper." He looked aside for a moment. "Do you think it could be that I love you?"

Isabella looked at him and smiled and than hit him hard to the ground as well and sigh of course."

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Philippe was surprised...compltetly caught off gaurd and actually fell. He blinked up at her. "What was that for?"

Isabella looked at him and said "you must be stupid that is love you are in love with me."

Philippe blinked at her, then just laughed softly and laid back on the floor. "Its not the first time I've been called stupid." He looked up at her for a moment. "Though, I have to admit, I didn't peg you for the violent type."

She was mad at him and stood up "so you don't care that you are in love with a human." Isabella was mad at him for a minute.

Philippe sighed softly. "I do care...but there are certain things you just can't help. Being in love with you, even liking you is something that is just unerasible." He looked at her and smiled softly. "I know that may sound strange. But, I do love you, and there isn't anything anyone can do to change it." His face looked slightly sad. "I know that something horrible could happen to you because of that simple fact....and it'd be my fault." Not to mention even if you loved me back, you'd grow old and I'd have to watch you die. We couldn't have kids, interbreeding doesn't work. I could kill you if I lost control of my cravings. Pick one.

Isabella looked at him and got on the floor and said "so you have no problem of loving me is that it?" Isabella looked at him and wish something they can do together.

Philippe smiled softly at her. "I have no problems loving you." He gently pulled her over and on top of him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her there with a smile.