- You should know that this was a small family of farmers who were not appreciated in the village. You know? The people of the village were mean, and they always treated them differently. Especially their little son. He had been born with a strange disease, his skin could not withstand sunlight, if he was exposed, he could even die. The moonlight was harmful, but the damage to that little boy's skin was not so aggressive. So, in the afternoons his father taught him to read and at night that boy worked on the farm. Picking vegetables or fruits that could already be harvested.

We went up the stairs; we were already halfway up when Ion continued the story.

- One day, the boy became very ill, his father took him to the village doctor; the doctor warned his father that the boy should stop working, that he should rest. The boy's mother was not interested and, once he felt better, the boy went back to work on his mother's orders.

- What?

My hands began to shake with anger as I heard what Ion had just told me, we continued up the stairs and arrived at the first room. It was the parents' room. Ion had not entered there, so I was the only one who entered the room, Ion waited by the door.

- It is a large room. Was it the bedroom of that boy's parents?

- Yes.

I continued walking through the room and stopped in front of the mother's dressing table. There was a portrait drawn on a piece of paper, it was very damaged by the passage of time. It was full of dust, so I took it and carefully, with my fingers, I removed the dust that was on the drawn portrait. It was difficult to make out the silhouette of a thin woman with an old wardrobe.

- Was she, the boy's mother...?

Ion took a while to answer, and in a whisper, he answered me.

- Yes, she was.

- She was a beautiful woman.

- Her physical appearance hid the rottenness of her heart very well.

I left the drawn photograph back on the dresser and went back to where Ion was. I smiled at him and kissed him, Ion immediately returned my kiss.

- And that room my love?

I pointed to the next room, Ion still with his arms around my waist, turned his head towards the hallway. There was the last room in the farmhouse.

- Was that the boy's room?

- Yes.

- Can we go in?

Ion took my hand, and we continued on our way. He stopped in front of the door; it seemed closed. When I took the handle and turned it, I noticed that the door was closed.

- It's locked!

Ion placed his hands around his neck and pulled out the same silver chain from under his chest, the one that held the key to the main entrance. He stared at the key for a few moments and then, looking at me, handed it to me.

- Take it.

- What's this?

Ion handed it to me. I took it, but I was still confused.

- Why?

– That’s why I brought you here.

I took a step forward and was still confused, I put the key in the lock and turned it. I heard the lock come loose from the latch. I grabbed the latch, took out the key and opened the door.

When I opened it, I found a medium-sized room with a small bed; there was a small piece of furniture and a mirror near the door. The room had the curtains closed. It was the darkest room in the whole house.

I entered the room taking the candle that Darklion had brought with us.

– My love, may I come in?

Ion didn’t answer me, he just nodded.

The room was lit by candlelight. I walked around the room very slowly. I stopped in front of a small table near the window; there were some drawers and one of them was half open. I bent down a little and opened the drawer, I found a very dusty old notebook. I took it and put the candle on the table. I shook it very carefully, to clean the dust that was on it.

Ion was standing by the door of the room; he hadn't entered it either. But when I took the book, he was already beside me.

- I don't want to damage it; can I see it?

- Don't worry about it, my love. You can take it.

I opened the notebook, there were many drawings without color only with the chiaroscuro technique. They were such beautiful drawings, of the farm, of some flowers, of the sun in the sky, of the moon and the stars.

I found another drawing further down the booklet, it was a man, he was a handsome man, he looked as young as my age, maybe a little older than me.

- Is this the boy?

- No, that was his father.

I lowered my gaze back to the notebook. I observed the detail of the face, the background and the technique used.

- It's an incredibly beautiful portrait.

- His soul was the purest that could have existed in this world.

I kept turning the pages, there were more portraits of people in the distance, more plants, nature and trees. I was about to reach the final pages of the booklet.

I didn't expect him to start telling me the next part of the story he was already telling me.

- The villagers were afraid of the boy. They never accepted him; how could they accept him? They didn't know anything about his condition. It was an unknown disease, just that; to the villagers it was a CURSE. A curse obtained by the sins of their parents.

I kept turning the pages, by that time Ion had his back to me. He was near the largest window in the room.

I finally got to the last page where the notebook had something drawn on it; it was a young man, about 14 or maybe 16 years old, I wasn't sure how old he was.

- The people of the town gave that boy a name...

I tried to wipe that page of dust and with my fingers I managed to clean it a little. I noticed that under the drawn portrait of that handsome boy with black hair and emerald green eyes, there was something written. I managed to clearly read what was written there.

- They called him...

- Da-Dark... Dark... lion....

I opened my eyes surprised by the full name written in that notebook under the portrait... I read it again.

- Da- Darklion Black...

He was in front of the window, motionless; The wind blew his long silver hair and because of the little light that managed to enter the room, his face could not be seen clearly. I was speechless.

I was with my eyes wide open, breathing heavily, still looking at that beautiful face of that boy in the drawn portrait, it was impossible for Darklion Black to be with me in this room and for him to be a human before.

I looked at Darklion... Now he has silver hair, his skin as white as snow, hazel eyes. Lips as red as the color of blood itself, a slim and beautiful face; a well-proportioned body and those fangs that protruded a little below his lips. I looked at him even more, my hands still shaking, that vampire with whom I had fallen uncontrollably in love; that vampire who now owned my heart... I looked again at the drawn portrait of that other boy in the notebook.

– I-Is this b-boy...?

I could no longer speak clearly, my voice was already shaking by then.

– H-how…?

Darklion remained silent, still motionless, and not responding to my failed attempts to say something.

Finally, I managed to say something, I had understood why Darklion had brought me there and I immediately noticed the resemblance of that handsome boy drawn in the notebook to my beloved vampire.

– I-Is that you?

He nodded subtly…