Chapter 3 She's just a mere human

Ivy after all was a mere human with a one of a kind ability. She was able to see through Ishmael's false illusions. The only person who ever did that was long dead. She was a great witch who had given up her powers all because she fell in love with a human. Ugh! Ishmael hated her for that, he had always said had potential and he could work well with her by his side, but she went to be with some weak human and that was it. Now thinking of that witch, Ishmael noticed a faint resemblance between the witch and Ivy. He wasn't sure, after all he hadn't seen her in like three hundred years now.

There was something about Ivy that interested him though. He was bent on finding out.

"So you're like a vampire?" Ivy asked for the 100th time and he had given her the same reply he gave the other ninety nine times. A slow nod. "Wow! Thought those only existed in fictional worlds" Ivy exclaimed

Of course fictional worlds was where they existed. Thanks to those vampires who couldn't bear living in the shadows and decided to make the world aware of their existence and wrote novels about Vampires.

Humans found it interesting and so many adaptations were made that vampire stories and movies became the new cool. How would they react if they knew vampires walked in their midsts on a daily? Ishmael always asked himself.

His mind went to Stefan. Stefan was a movie star. He mostly acted as a vampire in movies. The directors used to say he fit the role perfectly, of course he would, he was a vampire. The second most powerful after Ishmael. Ishmael had watched Stefan grow and was so fond of the boy up until this moment. But he wouldn't dare let him know.

Ivy was lost in her own thoughts. She had six months left to live and she had somehow stumbled into an adventure like Ishmael. She wanted to live it, at least making use of her finals days to witness things any other person wouldn't witness on a normal day was amazing.

"I want to live here!" She blurted out without thinking of the consequences of if Ishmael would even allow her. Ishmael drew his lips into a thin line. This girl was clearly drunk to think he would let her live with him. He preferred his solace from time immemorial and nothing was about to changed. He didn't like the thought of living with some other vampire and now this mere human wanted to live with him? No way! "No" he said. "You should go home"

"I don't want to!" Ivy pouted her lips. Ishmael felt something pump inside of him, like adrenaline? Since when did he start reacting to people's actions? He'd been alive for long he'd probably gone numb to feelings. He always looked on like nothing mattered, in reality nothing did.

He had lived so long among humans that he could easily predict a person's next line of action just by a word that the person utters. It didn't psych him any longer. It has become a whole boring ritual.

Ivy was different, he had no idea what was going on in her head. First she was calling him a kidnapper and next she willingly followed him inside and now she wants to live here?

His first mistake was bringing her home in the first place. He had never brought a woman to his home before, all the women he had been with in the past say 500 years had always been at hotels or motels or whatever they were called.

"I'm not going home. I don't want my parents to find out my situation" Ivy explained "I don't care, find somewhere else to live! Not my house" He said firmly

The house was obviously big enough for both of them to live in without being at loggerheads. That was exactly what Ivy wanted, the space and the privacy. Growing up, she didn't get her own bedroom till she was fifteen and even then, he mom still slept on her bed on some nights. She had never gotten the privacy cuz someone was always checking on her every second. She didn't even get to go to a normal school, she was home-schooled. During college days she only ever went to the school to get her certificate, all other activities were done online. Well thank god for the Internet.

"Please......." She walked closer to Ishmael and held his hand. He jerked his hand away instantly, surprising Ivy.

Ishmael felt like he had been electrocuted. What was this feeling? This girl was messing with his body and head. He couldn't imagine controlling himself with her around. He'd lose it.

Ivy tried touching him again and thankfully this time, he put himself in check. "Ishmael?...." She called giving him the puppy eyes. He caught her gaze and was totally lost in it.

"Is the Almighty Ishmael in love?" A voice from the door said, drawing the attention of the duo. It was Stefan, he had come to check Ishmael at home. They were supposed to meet that afternoon but Ishmael didn't show up neither did he call. Don't tell anyone but Stefan was worried. Not like he had a reason to be, it was just the brotherly bond between both men, weird enough they would never admit it to each other.

Ivy could not believe her eyes, an A-list celebrity had just waltz in like he owned the place. "STEFAN RYAN!!!" She exclaimed, awe-struck. She quickly moved away from Ishmael and engaged Stefan in a hug. "Oh my God, you're real!" "She knows me!" Stefan mouthed to Ishmael who was sending him daggers with his eyes. Ishmael felt uncomfortable at the way at which Ivy hugged Stefan. Like he wanted to shield her from the rest of the world keep her for himself. Ivy finally disengaged from the hug. "I'm Ivy, a big fan of yours. Like I love you so much" Ishmael let out a cough to draw their attention. "Are you my brother's girlfriend?" Stefan asked "Brother?" "Girlfriend?" Where the questions sent back to him. Stefan grinned showing of his trademark dimple. "She's some weirdo I saw in the middle of the highway and now she doesn't want to leave" Ishmael said "Weirdo?" "Highway?"