Ep62| The beginning of love

Meanwhile, Eugene turned away from the whole world when he fell silent, staring at the emptiness before him, and his left hand trembled to bring him to his senses.

- Mr. Eugene? Mr. Eugene?

"Mr. Eugene ran off on his mind, I don't know why, but it may have been a great shock to him to know everything."

"His features changed when I looked into his eyes. He seemed to me like a little boy, two innocent eyes that were shining and they were full of tears. He was about to cry for some reason."

Marilyn called Eugene several times until she got close to him to wake him from his nap when she put her hand on the palm of his left hand that was on his thigh, and his hand trembled.

Marilyn put her hand away in fear and cautiously, leaning back and sitting quietly on the bed, looking at Eugene cautiously.

"His eyes dried up and faded when I stared at him for the second time."

Mr. Eugene, have I done something wrong?

Eugene raised the palm of his hand and looked at him right and left ball again

- When you touched my hand...

- It was like electric sparks went through my brain

- The Chosen One, the Substitute...

Someone else who is representing the

chosen one must die

Eugene rose from his chair and approached her with slow steps with wide open eyes, as if a hungry lion found its prey

.

The chosen one must die.

Marilyn screamed, covering her face with her arms, embracing her knees to her chest, and when she slowly opened her eyes to look behind her arms, Eugene disappeared as if it had evaporated with the air.

had evaporated with the air.

⊶─────≺⋆≻─────⊷

Scattered papers, the wreckage of a coffee cup scattered on the floor beside the desk on the rectangular black hair rug that stretched from the desk to the sofa facing it.

There is no other sound than a glass of wine as he rests on the long black wooden table in front of him, and cigarette smoke swirls around his bright blue eyes in the dark, punctuated office with only moonlight from the big window behind him.

He ignored the creaking sound of the door that reflected light in his eyes as it opened

That sound was the sound of the footsteps of a man's shoes

Eugene, you're here then...

- What do you want, dear uncle?

Tone in a painful voice and his throat was inflamed after long screaming and a struggle with himself

He took steps, spreading the papers scattered on the ground with his feet, to stand in front of that hopeless boy who sits with his feet outstretched to the imam with a cigarette in his mouth.

- You smoked all this?

He asked, even though he knew the answer, but the number of cigarette butts was so great that he wondered

He exhaled his words with a tired face in front of the man who raised him

- what? Like I'm going to get sick or die, for example? Why are you worried? Did Ella send you?

He approached him, taking what was left of the cigarette in his hand, bending down to his level, unbuttoning the three buttons of his shirt above, and arranging his blond hair that was randomly hanging over his face and eyes.

Eugene, son...

And this word was enough to make Eugene kick the table to turn it into complete wreckage on top of his desk

Standing before Asher, he shivered with words that flooded his chest

- I'm not your boy! I'm just an orphan with supernatural powers I just hate uncle I'm nothing

No matter how much you raise me and make me who I am, the feeling of inferiority will always possess me

No one can understand my feelings, neither you, nor Ella, nor anyone in this world can understand this

Asher approached him little by little, trying to calm him down, taking hold of both of his hands and pulling him towards him in his arms, and he burst out crying like a baby.

Eugene, I won't abandon you, don't forget I'm your father too, and I'll be by your side no matter what

⊶─────≺⋆≻─────⊷

A week passed but it was not like any normal week, it was as long as years for Eugene who refused to leave his house and turned off his phone and left everything to just sit at home without doing anything and without even shaving his beard

His bright eyes permeated by the TV light, he sits with his feet on the table with a glass of wine in one hand and the other hand flipping over the TV channels without even realizing it.

Scattered papers, liquor bottles, his clothes scattered everywhere on the table, on the living room floor, and even on the edge of the TV screen.

Despite the large size of the house, it was full of chaos, even the garden was in dire need of care.

He interrupted his nap with himself as he opened his eyes by the sound of the doorbell that didn't pay any attention to him

It rang again and again but that boy was only focusing on the emptiness in front of him

He couldn't see anything and didn't think anything, even

everything that was going through his head was blurry like a blurred screen

There was silence, so the bell rang again hard this time

Who is this fool...

Eugene spoke but his voice was empty of expression without moving any muscle from his body

He ignored the situation several times until his chest became fed up after the bell continued to sound

He got up, spreading his feet on the floor, walking toward the door to open it, and walked quietly into the garden, rubbing the back of his hair.

- Who are you...?

Eugene opened the door, and the shock that came to Eugene's features made him utter a tired, trembling voice...

Marilyn??!!

Eugene closed the door to his surprise, his eyes still open in shock

What does this woman want?

Eugene the father reopened, showing her only his left eye from behind the door, and spoke in a choked voice

- What do you want? Aren't you afraid?

Even if I'm afraid, but fear won't solve anything, and now let me in, I want to talk to you

- You want to blackmail me, huh?

Marilyn raised an eyebrow and exhaled while standing with her hands in the pockets of her blue jeans

Do you intend to enter me or not?

Eugene nodded his head, turning it left and right, dismissing him like a child

- No... I can't get you in

Marilyn approached the door, pushed it hard and entered and made Eugene slam into the wall

Eugene raised his eyebrows in shock as he stuck to the wall

-Who is the vampire? me or you

Marilyn stood in front of Eugene who started to arrange himself who was in a mess

She sighed, saying clearly and frankly while her eyes sparkled as she smiled

- Listen, Mr. Eugene, I just want to know more information about you. I'm not here to blackmail you for money or anything else... I just want to gather information.

What do you do with this information? Do you work with an organization?

Eugene sighed and stood with his hands crossed to his broad chest, trying to sound serious

- No, I'm not working for anything. I just want this information for the future.

In the future, we don't know what might happen. If I die, I'm the one who will find this information. He may benefit from them and can act on them on the basis on which I will write it.

- And you now want me to tell you about vampires' weaknesses and strengths so that you can deal with them if humans are exposed to something dangerous in the future by vampires.

- This is correct

How do you know that this information will fall into the hands of the right person

? What if it falls into the hands of the wrong people?

What do you mean by the wrong people?

Eugene walked in front of her and approached her with his hands in his pocket, his eyes wide open to make her back down until she hit the wall and bent down to reach the level of her head.

Are you saying you want to eliminate my sex?

Marilyn blinked several times in front of him, placing her hands on his chest, trying to push him away

, then spoke in a trembling voice

Q.. Mr. Eugene, you didn't understand me quite the opposite.. I don't want any gender to be erased. I just want peace between the sexes.

Eugene's crazy smile disappeared on his lips, as if he was a psychiatrist in a mental hospital

.

She feels that he is very dangerous at times and foolish at other times and he feels that he does not know how to act in front of her, he feels that he is unable to touch her that is why he continues with his hands in his pockets or shoulders to his chest

"Something is drawing me to her, I feel like I want to hold her...I don't know how to put it but it's annoying the way I think about it annoys me, I want to touch her in a dirty way but I don't want.... I feel with her differently than when I'm with Ella."

Well, I'll listen to you and tell you what you want.

- truly?

And in moments without feeling possessed, she ran tightly hugging Eugene from his neck after she jumped, and those electric shivers that penetrated his mind again to hold his breath permeated Eugene.

Until I got away from him he had suffocated after holding his breath

Marilyn pushed away the strands of her golden hair under the setting sun

. Unprecedented beats hit Eugene's heart, who couldn't help himself as he headed towards her, holding her face in his hands, bringing his lips to hers so that her breath mingled with his breath , and

she faced him by holding the palms of his hands with her small hands.

, as her breath mingled with his own.

In addition to its small size compared to a person taller than a hundred and eighty-five centimeters, with prominent muscles and veins that penetrate his body until the palms of his hands