Chapter 2 Mr Golden eyes

Ishmael hit the accelerator, he was in a hurry. He needed to get home quickly so he could question the girl he had picked up in the middle of the road. He had been doing false outlooks since he was born and that was like a thousand years ago and it had never failed. He was the only vampire that could do that, no one else did. Not Iike any other vampire came close to him in terms of anything. How this girl saw his real person and not the old man facade baffled him greatly. He was trying so hard to read her mind but the walls were so high, he had no clue what was going on in her head. He cast a glance sideways for the umpteenth time since she had been in his car. He noticed she had fallen asleep, how could she be this comfortable in a stranger's vehicle? He asked himself. There was a red light so he had to stop. He used the chance to take in the girl's physical features. She had the smoothest skin of all, like she had never even had a scratch at all. He had seen her eye color when he had bent over earlier, they were the deepest shade of blue he had ever seen. Her lips were full and really pink, the kind of lips anyone would want to kiss. If the situation wasn't the way it was, he wouldn't mind having this girl warm his bed, he wondered what she would taste like. The lights changed and he came out of his fantasy and drove off. When he got to his house, she was still asleep. He got out of the car first then went round the other side to get her out of the car. Ishmael was thankful he didn't have to carry her into the house this time around because she woke up the moment he touched her. "Hey.." She almost screamed 'did you kidnap me?" She asked in a whisper. She suddenly seemed excited about her situation. Her eyes lit up like those of a kid who had been rewarded with candy for good behavior. "No, I didn't kidnap you" He replied sharply. Ivy was mesmerized by the handsome man who was bent over right  in front of her, they were so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. She wished it could stay like this forever, she had only witnessed situations like this on TV in those Kdrama series that made her hate her lonely life but still she never stopped watching them. "No I didn't kidnap you"' Mr Golden eyes had said to her. His voice was so deep and sounded enchanting. She felt wet between her thighs at the sound of his voice, realizing the effect this stranger had on her, she knew she couldn't let her guard down.  "Who are you?" "Who are you? They both asked simultaneously. Ishmael was confused at who or what she could be that enabled her to see who he truly was. Anyone that ever saw his true face only did that because he let them and not for any other reason. But he didn't let her so how? Ivy on the other hand wondered why this man who she had never met before had picked her up and drove her all the way to this place. She got down from the car to get a view of wherever on earth she was. She was in awe of the magnificent house that stood in front of her. "Awesome!" She wowed! The house was simply beautiful, it looked like the palaces where kings and queens lived in the ancient times. More like a castle of gold. Everything about the house was glistering, like royalty lived there. "Is this a palace of some sort?" She turned and asked Mr Golden eyes. Ishmael let out a snort, of course she also saw the house under the facade it was hidden in, who the hell was this girl? A normal person would have seen a regular house but not this girl, she was seeing the castle in its full glory. "It's my palace" He responded" I have a lot of questions to ask you, let's go inside" Ivy looked at the man for a second and wondered if he had any manners. He couldn't even ask politely. Not like he asked before bringing her here anyways. That only meant that he didn't ask permission to do things. She wanted to see the inside of this beautiful castle so she didn't bother refusing, she followed right behind him. They were met at the door by the butler, he was an elderly man who seemed like he was in his late fifties. The butler bowed as Mr Golden eyes walked past "Oohhh Kingggg" lvy mocked in a very low whisper, it was almost impossible to make out what she said. "I heard that!" Ishmael said, facing her. "What?" Ivy said with a straight face while playing with some strands of her hair. She wondered how this man was built. "Were you built in a lab?" She asked" Dad says those people who worked in labs could make me a new heart too" Ishmael was surprised by her words, both her question and statement were confusing. The statement especially. "A new heart?" He asked and the Butler offered her a seat. Ivy sat in the very soft sofa and was reminded of her blanket, it was this soft too. She suddenly felt like sleeping but Mr Golden eyes was talking to her so she couldn't sleep. "Yes, I was born with a heart disease. I'm dying in six months" she said. It felt good to finally be able to tell someone, especially someone who wouldn't treat it like it was some plague. She knew Mr Golden eyes was that person. Ishmael now understood why she was walking in the center of the road, she didn't have any reason not to. He had been among these humans long enough to know how they reasoned. A little part of him wished he was like the girl. Having lived for a thousand years, life had become so boring. He had fought enough wars, killed enough villains and protected enough humans. Just that he didn't have a cause to die.... No scrap that.... He was immortal. Ivy watched him take off his tuxedo coat and hand it over to the butler who collected it and then neatly folded before exiting the room to give them some privacy. She took her time to take in the interior of the house. It was purely aesthetic. Every singleA little part of him wished he was like the girl. Having lived for a thousand years, life had become so boring. He had fought enough wars, killed enough villains and protected enough humans. Just that he didn't have a cause to die.... No scrap that.... He was immortal. Ivy watched him take off his tuxedo coat and hand it over to the butler who collected it and then neatly folded it before exiting the room to give them some privacy. She took her time to take in the interior of the house. It was purely aesthetic. Every single item had gold in it even to the smallest flower vases. "You must be a sucker for gold" she said "What's your name?" He asked "Ivy, what's yours?" "Ishmael" Ivy chuckled. She met his questioning gaze. "Your name sounds archaic" she mocked. Ishmael shaked his head, this girl really has a way of getting on nerves. "I am archaic" he replied "How old are you? Fifty" Ivy said and burst out laughing again. "No, a thousand!" Ishmael replied with a poker face. She looked at his face and burst out laughing. How could someone make a joke like that with a straight face? lvy asked herself. Wait! Unless he was serious. She gave him the 'are you serious? look and he nodded. Ivy gasped "Oh my God! You look 25, how come you don't age?" "I don't know, you tell me!" Ishmael had gotten all the facts he needed from the conversation with Ivy. She was truly just a mere human with a sad life. What still confused him was how she doesn't fall for the fake illusions and saw straight into the truth