Who Am I?

"Miss beautiful!"

"Miss beautiful!"

The little girls tried to catch her attention. Isabelle had been looking at the corner where she caught someone.

Out of nowhere, his presence gave Isabelle butterflies in her stomach. Since then, she had never met a man who possessed the same level of charisma and presence as the man earlier.

"Miss beautiful!" One of the girls tapped her shoulders somehow caught her attention. "You've been staring on that corner for so long. Did you find someone you've been looking for, didn't you?"

Isabelle widened her eyes, thinking of a better alibi. It was the first time she'd felt awkward in front of innocent children.

She didn't know that these young girls were smart enough to understand everything around them.

Somehow, she was impressed by them. Some of her problems had disappeared and there was a good reason to smile again like she used to.

"I'm sorry, I was distracted by someone's presence! It's a little bit strange, but it's nothing serious." Isabelle shrugged off her shoulders and pat their heads gently.

It was a great conversation. Her empty, longing heart was suddenly filled with love that she has been yearning for.

At first, it was difficult for her to understand her purpose in life. But the moment she met and had a deep, sincere conversation with the little girls, she'd realize that being kind was one of the reasons why she was still alive.

And now that someone needed her help, Isabelle returned the favor in the way she knew was best.

"If you have nowhere to go, I will let you live with me but in one condition."

"One condition? What would it be, Miss beautiful?"

The two little girls looked at her face and waited for her answer. They were adorable despite their faces being covered in dirt. Their small hands were attractive enough that stopped Isabelle for a second.

Before she widely opened her mouth, she reached their hands and squeezed them gently. Her face was bright as her perfect, set of teeth delightfully flaunted.

She said, "Listen to me while you're living with me, do you understand? I will teach you everything when both of you obeyed me."

"Yes! Yes, we will always obey your words, Miss beautiful! I will help you to cook, to wash the dishes, and even do the laundry!"

"Really? How did you know everything about the household chores?" Isabelle asked them with amusement in her eyes.

Her face turned scarlet because of the happiness she had felt. She was grateful for their lovely presence that helped Isabelle to set aside her complicated life.

"We just learned it while watching our mother doing everything on her own," they replied in chorus and giggled charmingly.

"Alright, we have to go. I have still classes to attend to."

Isabelle took her wallet from her bag and put fifty dollars on the table. She then put it back and held their small hands with a sweet smile on her lips.

However, as she accompanied them along the busy street, Isabelle suddenly stopped walking away from the place.

She felt the same strange feeling that seemed disturbing. She slightly shook her head, closing her eyes in frustration.

"Huh, I must stop working and get a short vacation for two days!" Isabelle whispered as she breathed heavily and opened her eyes widely.

At that time, she crossed the street with the little angels as they waited for a taxi to pass by.

As time went by, a bizarre white taxi stopped in front of them. It was odd as a typical taxi was yellow and not white.

Isabelle held back her breath as she tightened the grip on their hands. Everything seemed wrong as it suddenly appeared before them.

"Miss Beautiful," said the little girl on the left side. "I'm scared!"

"H-hold on to my hands," Isabelle murmured and held back her breath.

Even the innocent child felt the danger brought by the suspicious taxi. If she would lie to herself and deny the fact, their lives would be on the brink of death.

Isabelle secretly looked at the surroundings. Her heart was filled with fear when no one seemed around to help her when a terrible thing happened.

She must run away before it was too late.

However, she just took one step and two armed men came out from the white taxi. They quickly grabbed the little girls' hands from Isabelle without so much strength.

"Miss beautiful!"

"Help me, Miss beautiful!"

Helplessly, they screamed and asked for help from Isabelle. But how could a typical woman help them? She only knew how to teach children and students.

"If you want to save them, come with us!" said one of the kidnappers.

Isabelle was caught off guard. Her head didn't function well when she was surrounded by evil men, who wanted something from her.

She then closed her eyes for a second. Took a deep breath as her face was covered with a cold sweat.

"If that's only the best way, then yes!" Isabelle replied and looked into the little angels' eyes.

"Come inside! Hurry up!"

As cruel as murderers, the kidnappers grabbed Isabelle's arms and forced her to get inside the car. She didn't know what to do while she witnessed the man's nastiness.

Isabelle remained silent beside the driver who was covered with a black bonnet, while the children were placed on the passenger's seat.

"Asshole! What are you doing?" one of the kidnappers hit the driver's head.

He has been staring at Isabelle's exposed legs since she was seated next to him. His eyes widened that was a little bit frightening.

"Hmm, why don't we taste her before the big boss comes first before us? We're lucky enough to touch her flawless skin." He said and couldn't take off his eyes of her.

It was disturbing for a woman like Isabelle. No one had ever touched her skin after she had amnesia and forgot the first man who owned her before.

Fear rested beneath her chest. She thought of a better way to escape from these maniacs, but she was afraid that she might get hurt or the little girls on the passenger's seat with two more armed men.

One wrong move and everyone will be dead. Isabelle would never forgive herself if she had failed to protect them.

But the maniac driver continued with his evil plans. His hands crawled to her legs without a blink of an eye. A simple touch became aggressive as he moved closer to Isabelle.

"Ugh, I can no longer stop myself!" he said.

Little did he know, Isabelle was not a typical woman. She was a powerful vampire and if only she knew her true identity, she should have sucked the kidnappers' blood until their last breath.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Isabelle shouted, surprising him.

It was unusual. Isabelle was the first victim who bravely talked back to him.

His emerald eyes suddenly filled with darkness. He angrily lifted his arm and was about to slap Isabelle when a man suddenly punched the windshield.

All of them were shocked because of the stranger's sudden arrival. But if there was a person who had truly startled, it was Isabelle after she saw the man's alluring blue eyes.

"W- who are you? W- who am I?" she asked herself when old, yet hazy memory flashed back into her head.