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Chapter 8– An Orphan Child(8)

That's all the chattering lady could say when she heard what important people she accommodated. After a few seconds of confusion, she pulled through.

'I'll go to freshen up... maybe journalists will come ... or ..."

And the woman entered another room to freshen up a little, casting everyone aside in that messy room.

The snazzy gentleman sat quietly and looked at the little girl. He slightly leaned over and got close to the child's angel face.

The girl seemed to be younger than 4, considering her in front of Mr. Dragoesti. A different child from the one in the picture. A thin, beautiful girl, with long blond hair, longer than shoulder length haircut, dressed in a cute deux-pièces and an embroidered vest. She was shod in pretty red boots, needless to speak, ready for a special day.

Vlad looked into the girl's eyes. The girl also saw that tattoo, that green dragon. The tattoo seemed to imperceptibly move again and seemed to admire the charming little girl too.

The girl was not scared, she even enjoyed the image of the dragon that appeared and disappeared from the face of the man in a strange way.

'What's your name, my dear?"

'Elizabeth ..." answered the girl with a warm smile.

The fine gentleman smiled somewhat indifferent. He kept watching the little girl, with his smile fading away, even though her big smile was still on her face.

'I met your parents ..."

'Where are my mom and dad ...?" the little girl asked with a smile.

Mr. Vlad looked at the officers as if expecting them to tell the girl the trouble she got into.

'Mommy and dad are gone for a while," Gangsley said hesitating.

Notwithstanding, as none of the other officers knew how to tell the child that her beloved parents were no longer among them, Mr. Vlad broke the silence:

'Mommy and dad went to the guy who gave them the most precious gift ... you. And I came to take care of you. I just can't take you now, ..."

The little girl looked at that foreign gentleman, but this time she was a little sadder.

'Why can't I come now ...?"

'I have to go for a while. But at some point I will come after you ... or send someone to take care of you until I solve my problems ..."

He turned to the two officers. He spoke to them chiefly, as if he had the right to give them orders:

'I talked to your Commander. The girl will stay at the orphanage Angel's hand."

He looked at the little girl smiling this time.

'You heard, my dear ... you'll stay in an angel's palm until I come after you. You will be fine there ... and your parents are now in the palm of the angels. And an angel that I send to the orphanage will watch over you while you are there."

Mr. Vlad got up suddenly and walked out of the room as if he counted the moments he had to spend there.

As he went out of the building he noticed that the rain stopped. Outside, near that neat building, there were some police officers busy with evidence loading into their carriages.

He walked away from those officers and looked around as if he searched for someone. He couldn't see anyone, but he heard a voice:

'Here I am, my count ..."

Vlad Dragoesti turned his head and even behind him, he saw the person he looked for and who popped up out of the blue. His face was covered, probably to protect it against the cold. But he still seeme to have something to hide.

'Come on! We are leaving," said Mr. Vlad as he made a sign with the staff to the carriage in which he came.

The carriage moved closer. The two got in and sat on the bench in the posh carriage, drawn by two horses that were equally high-class and stunning.

The man with covered face asked:

'Master, how about the child? He might mess with us at some point and ..."

'It's a girl", Vlad Dragoesti replied crossly.

'So ... that won't be a problem. Or...?"

'A minor problem ... insignificant compared to the problem represented by her parents", smiled Vlad Dragoesti.

The covered-face guy got comfortable on the bench where even a king would be proud to sit. Moving, the scarf that covered his face slid a little and one could see from the blurred light of the lantern hanging by the carriage that he had extremely white face, with a skin that never saw the sunlight. It seemed to be ... the face in Gangsley Taylor' vision. Or ... maybe it wasn't a vision.

The skin seemed to be extremely delicate, like that of a newborn. Without any wrinkle, without any trace of a possible malady, without being affected by the passage of time.

He spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, the voice of a man who went through a lot in his life, a man with life experience. The bottom lip, because it was the only visible under the scarf, was as red as blood.

'Take us back where you took us from", Vlad Dragoesti ordered the coachman.

And the carriage rushed away.

'Why have you come?" Dragoesti said with a cold glance.

'I don't know ... probably because you may have problems", said the cover-faced guy. 'There were so many law enforcement officers there ..."

'It's a piece of cake with the officers ... moreover, some of them are as dark as we are."

The stranger shrugged his shoulders.

'I don't know ... I felt you were in danger."

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