Sinfully Yours

2.

I turned to face Doctor Brown, expecting him to chuckle and tell me he was kidding, but instead he remained serious, reassuring me that what he was saying was true. To be sure, I said, "You are not joking about this," and he nodded. I furrowed my brow in confusion as he added, "Your sister, Lady Eluan, adopted Roosevelt when she was just five years old from an orphanage in France during one of her trips there." How was it possible that I was unaware of my sister's adoption?

I laughed, "This is a joke," but Doctor Brown had a serious expression on his face. All I could do was watch in disbelief as Doctor Brown stated, "I think the reason you haven't been able to see her around is that your sister put her in a boarding school and whenever she comes home from holiday, she hides her away from you." Why my sister would adopt a child and keep her away from me baffled me. She did that, but why?

"Is she a vampire by birth?" Doctor Brown shook his head when I inquired. She is a human, not one of our kind. He said, "I think that's the reason your sister kept her away from you," which made me let out a deep sigh. I moaned, "Damn it," and ran my fingers through my hair. I now see why my sister withheld her from me for so long.

"Where's she at? I added, "I want to see her," and Doctor Brown nodded, then took the lead, with me trailing behind. After passing through a few doors, we came to a stop in front of a private chamber. Doctor Brown said, "She is in there," as he opened the door and moved in as I trailed behind.

I could not help but stare in that way as soon as I entered the room because of the powerful smell of fresh blood. I was looking about when I noticed a small, attractive girl sitting on the bed with her eyes locked with mine. I lost myself for a second in the most seductive pair of sea-blue eyes I had ever laid eyes on. Those eyes had such a sweet, seductive, and innocent appearance. I lost control the moment I looked at her injured hand, which was being attended to by a nurse. My eyes darkened, and I felt like my fangs were about to bare. "s**t," In an attempt to keep myself in check, I turned my back on them and closed my eyes.

Being a vampire by birth meant that I could witness a wounded person and it would not affect me, so what was occurring was strange. As a matter of fact, I consume regular meals, exactly like my parents, and I occasionally draw blood—that is, blood I brought from the hospital. Up until now, I had never responded when I saw or sensed blood. It was bizarre; all my organs went crazy just by looking at her blood and smelling it.

Doctor Brown inquired, "Are you okay?" I nodded, then took a big breath to quiet my feelings. I opened my eyes after bringing my emotions under control, then turned around to look back into those sentimental, sea-blue eyes. She gave me a startled look in return when I glanced at her. Even though I could smell her blood again, I forced myself to be composed and moved towards her.

Doctor Brown asked her, "How are you doing?" but she just stared at me without answering. Though there were many other feelings in her eyes, dread was the one that stood out the most. It was me that scared her.

She called out, "Lord Lorian," just to be sure it was me. She obviously knew me from her remarks, even though I knew nothing about her.

Doctor Brown replied, "This is Lord Lorian, your uncle," and a large frown spread across my face. I detested the word "uncle" since it seemed weird to me. She looked at me with both terror and interest, yet she never once broke eye contact.

I noticed her swallow, and then her eyes shifted from Frog Time to Brown. She questioned in a trembling voice, "Where is mother?" as Doctor Brown looked at me and then back at her. He lied to her and said, "She is fine," which made me cringe. I did not see why I should lie.

I proclaimed, "She is in a coma," and she turned to face me instead. "What?" was her stutter. I said confidently, "I think you heard me right; my sister is in a coma," and I saw her gasp. She turned to face Doctor Brown again, maybe to receive his confirmation, and when he remained silent, she understood that I was telling the truth.

She sobbed and attempted to get out of bed, but the two nurses grabbed her. "No, this can't be true," she said. When she shouted out, "I want to see her; please take me to her," I sighed and turned to face Doctor Brown, who was wearing a troubled expression.

I saw Doctor Brown approach her and reassure her that Eluan would be alright and that it was only a temporary situation. I watched her settle down right there in front of me before I lay down on the bed. She soon dozed out, most likely as a result of the injection.

I drew nearer to her as she slept and started to examine her with my eyes. Her black, long, thick hair fell over her shoulders, and that was the first thing I noticed. I was struck by her sharp nose before focusing on her lips. Oh my

"What are you doing?" I gave myself a hard time and turned away from her. Doctor Brown, captivated by my gaze, turned to face me.

He said, "Please, let's go to my office," and I took one final look at the adorable little child who was soundly sleeping. I groaned deep in my throat and turned to leave. I went to see Doctor Brown and sat in the visitor's chair across from him.

"Why didn't you tell me my sister adopted a child?" The instant we were seated, I shot that query at Doctor Brown. He answered, "Because your sister didn't want you to know," and I furrowed my brow in question. "She said you might not like her daughter because she is a human, and she knows how much you don't like humans," I said. I cut him off; he groaned. "I don't hate humans; I just don't like being around them," he said. He continued, "We are still saying the same thing," to which I scowled and sank back into my seat.

I sighed in frustration and began to rub my forehead. This was the last thing I could handle right now. "Are you alright? Doctor Brown worriedly said, "You seem worked out," but I didn't give him a second chance.

He questioned, "Are you short in supply of blood?" and I let out a throaty groan. "You know I can stay a year without having a taste of blood," I said. I detest that everyone around me assumes that my downtime is caused by a lack of blood to drink.

The room was silent for a while before! made the decision to talk. "What now?" Doctor Brown leaned on his table and moaned in response to my question. His words caused me to sigh deeply. "We have to watch your sister closely, and if she doesn't wake up in the next 48 hours, then we will have to transfer her to another unit," he continued. "And the girl, what about her?" So I did. The mere thought of her caused a queasy sensation to arise in my chest. She was already having such an impact on me after only a few minutes of getting to know her.

"We will have to monitor and check if there is another complication like internal bleeding, and so on, if there is nothing, she will be discharged tomorrow or the next," he continued. My scowl widened. It was odd that a human small girl emerged with only a scrape, yet my vampire sister experienced issues.

He said, "But there is a problem," which caught my attention. "And what is that?" He paused for a moment before answering my question. When he said, "She will have to stay with you if she is being discharged," my eyebrows went up. He said, "You don't expect her to go back to your sister's place and live there alone. She will need to be taken care of," to which I firmly replied, "No," shaking my head. "My sister has servants who work for her; they can take care of her; she can't live with me," I offered, but it was clear from the expression on Doctor Brown's face that he disagreed.

"I have something to tell you," he said, pausing briefly to take a big breath before speaking again. I scoffed in shock as he stated, "Your sister made you the custodian of Roosevelt; she did that a few years ago."

"You must be joking, right?" I asked, but judging by the expression on his face, he wasn't kidding around.

I furrowed my brow, puzzled, because I knew he wasn't talking about the accident. "I know she is eighteen and can take care of herself, but with her condition, I don't think it's advisable to let her be on her own," he added. "What condition?" Curious, I inquired, and Dr. Brown hesitated before answering. He declared, "She has nyctophobia," and I pursed my lips. f**k it!