Will you listen to my story?

Few minutes had passed since Ambrogio went into the storage unit in search of something. Tanya was bored. At first, she thought to not trouble Ambrogio by deciding not to snoop around. But with each passing moment, she grew restless and this eventually made her give it up to her instincts. At first, she conceived a mild approach towards every random object that was placed in the unit.

As time went by however, the aggressiveness increased too. It skyrocketed up to the point where she was about to throw things around since the unit looked tidy to her standards. However, before that happened, she got her hands on a box that looked really old. Her curious mind couldn't withstand the temptation as she found her way to open the box only to be amazed by what she saw.

"John Henning, Curtis Courtois, Henry Mullen, Stephen Ryder—how many identities did this man have?" The box contained the multiple identities that Ambrogio possessed from early times.

"Being a vampire doesn't mean that I can't act like a normal citizen who abides the law and occasionally breaks them. It's really necessary for my social interaction, you know?" The reply from Ambrogio came from behind which freaked Tanya out.

She simply didn't expect someone to surprise her from behind as Ambrogio did, since he was expected to be gone for an extended period of time. She took a deep breath and composed herself. "It's like what—eighteen, twenty identities now? Don't you ever get caught?" She asked, as she went through all of his identities.

"For what? Fake ID? But there isn't any fake ID in here, is there? There are just the mementos of my great grandfather, great-great-uncle, and so on. I just happen to cherish them!" He replied like nothing and breathed in. "See? This is how I lie to people. It's easier that way—no one will doubt you. Well, no one's ever gonna believe me even if I told them that I'm a seven hundred year or so vampire, right?" Ambrogio replied while he tidied up the place which was muddled up by Tanya within a few minutes.

"It makes sense. They'd just think that you look like your father." Tanya began to slightly respect Ambrogio's genius—ever so slightly that is.

"Well, I got what I came for. And it certainly looked like you had your fair share of fun too. Let's just head out, shall we?" Ambrogio asked.

"So, you're really not gonna tell me what you were here for?" She asked back, upon which Ambrogio contemplated doing so for a little while.

"... Nah. I don't really want to. Also, don't worry. It's simply a trivial matter. It ain't something massive as you expect it to be." He spoke.

"Is that so?" Tanya mumbled.

"Yup. Let's just get on with it and move then." He replied, to which Tanya nodded her head as well.

Ambrogio then proceeded to lock the storage unit and tossed the key back to his pocket and they headed on towards their next destination of the day.

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"Okay, now you're just trolling me, aren't you?" Tanya asked as they stood in front of what looked like an abandoned place. "This place is important to me? Are you just punishing me for tagging along with you? Come on now!" She didn't understand the reason behind Ambrogio's actions now.

"It's not like that. This time, I'm not joking." His face said it all. He was really being serious. Tanya caught on to that and decided to see what's in the place.

The place was far and wide. It had a big shed-like structure right in the middle. The place looked like it wasn't tampered with for a long time. The shed was also in a similar state. Tanya expected Ambrogio to lead her to the shed since it looked eerily mysterious, but they ended up taking a different route which led to the backyard of the place. Rather than a typical backyard, this was much more of a graveyard. There were several unnamed tombstones placed all over the backyard.

"Well-"Ambrogio was about to say something, but Tanya didn't care. She strayed right past him towards the tombstones. She passed by many tombstones since she only had her sights set in one tombstone in the farthest corner. Finally, she stopped right in front of that tombstone and gazed at it for a long time.

She reverted her gaze back to Ambrogio. She looked like she was about to cry, but she tried her level best not to do so before him. "Tell me, isn't this where you kept her?" Tanya clenched her fists as she asked him.

"Yea. I'll wait for you in the shed. Call me when you're done." Ambrogio decided not to speak too much and left the place. He decided to respect her privacy and wait for her in the shed.

Tanya was silent. She closed her eyes for a while and when she opened, she could see spirit particles dancing around her. "Stay right there. And don't turn back." The voice was so familiar to her that she wanted to turn back no matter what was heard. But since the voice requested it of her, she had no choice but to oblige. "I've got a story to tell you. Are you willing to listen to me?" The person asked.

"Yup. Go on." Tanya replied as a huge smile replaced the looming sadness in her face at that moment.

"Okay, let's begin, shall we?"

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