It's almost dusk. The sky begins to turn dark as well as the surroundings when Morgan goes home. He is carrying a basket of fruits and is hurrying to enter the mansion, but problem hits him when he stands before the lofty gate.Morgan slaps his forehead upon realisation. "How am I going to enter? What's the password?"He stands back and glares furiously on the gate. "I should have not returned by myself. I should have waited for that damn man to pick me up. But he is so irresponsible. What to do? Should I yell her name? It looks like I don't have any other option."Morgan prepares himself to shout. As he is about to release a deafening scream, the gate immediately opens by itself, making his mouth freeze hanging.In his trance, Snowbell walks to the gate and stands on all fours in an unfriendly manner. The way he looks at Morgan yells danger."Grrr!" Snowbell barks at him, pulling him back to his senses."Hi, Snowbell!" Morgan smiles forcefully. "How are you? We met again. Can I enter
The next day, Morgan wakes up late. When he looks outside through the window, the sun is setting off. He bolts into a sitting position, exclaiming, "Oh no! It's almost night!" He takes the phone that is resting on the bedside table and checks the time. As he reads it, he realises that he overslept. "Darn, when did I start sleeping like a pig. I'm hungry."Holding his stomach, he walks downstairs and goes to the kitchen. However, aside from noodles and fruits, there is no food being served on the dining table. So, he decides to cook.He takes some ingredients out of the cooler and begins to cook. First, he starts cooking rice on a rice cooker, which he finds surprising to have it in a vampire's mansion. Then, he slices some ingredients like carrots, pechay, tomatoes, and a lot more. An hour later, a fragrant smell of chicken soup hovers in the air, reaching Samantha's nose, who is still having her beauty sleep at the moment."Hmm, it smells pretty good. What is it?" Samantha throws he
Morgan goes to the rooftop. He takes a bottle of wine and a plate of slice fruits. He lies down on the rocking chair and faces the moon, watching the beautiful moon with a troubled heart and unhappy expression."Tell me, why are creatures like them exist?" Morgan murmurs to the moon as he takes a sip of wine from time to time. "Why do they need to feed on human blood? Why don't we just co-exist peacefully? Why do I have to be bothered like this? Now she… she is one of them. Killing my race." He subconsciously holds his heart. "This feeling is so awful."He gradually closes his eyes, but when it is about to shut completely, something catches his eyes. There seems some figures pass through the moon. He hurriedly sits down and rubs his eyes. "Am I hallucinating?"Morgan once again pays attention to the moon. He dares not to blink again to make sure he won't miss seeing it. But after some time, he sees no more other than the bright full moon proudly hanging in the sky. So he assumes, he h
Several days pass. Morgan never leaves his room. At night, he sleeps with constant nightmares because of that incident. During the day, he eats the food and fruits that are being delivered in his room when he is asleep. He no longer refuses to take them, because he knows it's no use refusing. Only himself will suffer. If he dies because of it, only his horrible fate is to blame.Today, Morgan wakes up earlier than usual. The sun has yet to rise completely, and it is cold outside. He glances on the bedside table, and finds no food there. He smirks and carries himself to the balcony, with a quilt draping around his shoulder.He braces his hands on the railings, and stares at the surroundings. Sigh leaves his mouth from time to time. On his forehead, furrows begin to emerge. He seems to be thinking, something that is bothering him. The frown on his forehead deepens when he hears footsteps approaching. He doesn't look back to know who the visitor is. He is not in the mood to do so as he
*MORGAN'S POV*After the conversation with my twin brother, I immediately decided to leave my room and look for Samantha. I'm holding on to the fact that she will never hurt me.Upon reaching her room, I knock on the door, but unfortunately get no response. I am about to invite myself inside when someone speaks from ahead at the right side of the corridor. "Do you need anything?" It's Samantha's voice.I instantly faced her. I admit I'm disappointed in her, but this time, I can bring myself to fight with her. I have no idea why."I want to return to my normal life." I state frankly. "I want to live like before.""You want to—""But don't worry. I won't run away from you." I interrupt her from talking. Because I have the hunch that no good words will come out of her mouth. We will only end up arguing and I don't want that today. "Samantha, I'm not asking you to give my single life back. I'll still live in this house with you. I just want to come out, see my family freely, and go to wor
*AUTHOR'S POV* Under the radiant light of the full moon, the night doesn't appear as spooky as it should be. A slender woman in a venetian red dress sits leisurely on the railing of the fourth floor building. She is sipping a mouthful of wine from time to time from a bottle as she glares at the proud moon with hatred and disdain. If somebody could notice her from the ground, they would think she was planning to commit suicide. "Fuck you moon, why can't you disappear from the sky? Because of you, this world is a mess." Samantha grumbled. "You know what, I can't understand these humans. How could they admire you? If they just knew that your beauty carries a threat to their lives, I wonder how they would condemn you." Samantha smirks and looks down at the bustling ground under her. Humans walking on foot and cars running rapidly fills her eyes. They are all in a hurry, but only come and go. It is a never-ending process to watch. "Look at these silly humans, they think you are lighti
====MORGAN====The night finally came. It means this tiring day has already ended. However, unlike those colleagues of mine, I have to continue working at the bar.After changing my uniform and wearing my casual white shirt and black slacks, I immediately headed to the door. I have no idea why, but I just feel that a pair of eyes are watching me.I simply shrug, perhaps I am just too tired. When I finally step out of the door, a strong wind unexpectedly whooses towards me and I almost fall. Thanks to the door frame that I manage to keep still, otherwise, I will be lauhing stock again.I frown, somehow, I feel the wind odd, but I eventually choose to keep going. My time is precious to waste thinking about something unknown.I hurried straight to a Starbucks Bar that is just only a block away from the store, carrying nothing with me other than my grumbling stomach.I can't even afford to buy a single biscuit. Although I work very hard, it has never been enough to keep my stomach full.I
In the mirror is a sexy woman. She is wearing a venetian red dress. Yes. That pair of mesmerising emerald eyes belongs to hers. She is breathtakingly gorgeous. She has that long reddish black hair draping all over her shoulders. She has that perfect button nose perched above her lovely pair of cherry lips, and a well-proportionate round face. If I were to say, she is the most exquisite species of woman I have ever seen in my entire life. She is so captivating that my heart actually skips a beat. This is the second time I felt this way towards a woman, which long happened when I was still in high school. I stare at her as I hold in my breath once again. The sight of her makes my own reflection like a soulless background and I can barely even notice myself. I am completely smitten by her beauty. I can only gasp as our eyes meet, sending an undeniable familiarity into my nerves. I can't help but feel that I've seen her before. It is just, I can't find any impression of her in m