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CHAPTER EIGHT.

(Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . .

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She wasn't raped; Elizabeth didn't know if she should believe what the stranger at her front had told her. Yet, she found herself contemplating at the thought of Gabriel raping her. She only believed he did because she wasn't wearing any panties, but she couldn't feel any difference in her genitalia. She couldn't feel any sort of penetration, so she knew the possibility of what the stranger was telling her could be true. However as she sat, she wondered how he was sure that she wasn't raped.

"I will say this one more time," The master said, snapping Elizabeth out of her thoughts. "You weren't raped, your pants were just taken."

Elizabeth coughed awkwardly on listening to what the stranger had said to her. She was flustered that he knew she wasn't wearing any panties, then she remembered that she was the one who had told him earlier, anyways, she knew she wasn't comfortable around him and the way he acted eerily gave her goosebumps. Just like when he kept touching every part of her face like he knew her, when he called her Camille and when he touched her temples for reasons unknown to her. Also his dressing was all dark, and she couldn't even see his eyes because they were covered with sunshades.

Who wears sunshades in the house? Apparently, it was only the stranger at her front.

"Uhm, sir," Elizabeth began to speak, she really was getting uncomfortable with where she was and she just wanted to go home. She knew how worried her mom and brother would be just because she didn't go home the other night. "Can I go home? I really want to, my mum will be worried sick."

There was no response from the master for sometime and when he finally did, his answer wasn't something Elizabeth was expecting. He'd told her no.

Aggravated, Elizabeth stood up. "What do you mean no? Why can't I go home? I Appreciate you saved me when you found me unconscious, but you can't keep me hostage."

"I am sorry, Elizabeth," The master apologized to her calmly as he stayed seated on his seat. "I know you are worried about your mother and your brother, and you really want to go home."

"Then why can't you just let me go?"

"Because you'll be putting their lives in danger." The Master told her while Elizabeth had a confused look on her face. She didn't understand what the Master was trying to explain to her.

She frowned. "What do you mean by saying I'll be putting their lives in danger? What sort of danger?"

"There's something you need to know, but firstly I want you to have your seat," Elizabeth complied with the Master's word and listened to what he had to say. "If you look closely at your shoulder you'll see a mark there."

"A mark?" Mumbled Elizabeth as she checked her shoulder and truly there was a mark there. A mark shaped like a skull. "What's this? I don't remember getting a tattoo."

"It isn't a tattoo," the Master — Elbert clarified. "It's a mark placed by a supernatural being, by that I mean a werewolf. It's to summon you whenever they need you, but the reason why they placed a mark on you is what I'm curious about."

The Master stopped talking while Elizabeth looked at him, dumbfounded, she found it hard to believe everything he'd been spewing from his mouth. 

Suddenly, she began to laugh. Even amidst the whole tension and strange place she was, still couldn't help but laugh at what the Master had said to her. "This has to be a joke. Am I supposed to be in a sci-fi movie or something? Supernatural beings? Oh, please, just cut to the chase and let me go home."

"I'm not joking, Elizabeth," The Master deadpanned. "There's more to this world than you humans know."

Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief as she scowled at the Master. "Spare me those fictional stories you're making up. Take your head out of the mud---"

"Elizabeth---"

"I am not done talking," She quickly interrupted the Master's speech as she continued to talk while the Master rested his hand on his chin as he listened to her calmly. "Look, I don't know who you are but I want you to know this isn't 'Vampire Diaries' or 'The Originals', this is freaking real life where humans, plants and only animals cohabitate with each other. And no, I won't be playing 'Elena' to your 'Damon' so let me go home now."

"Are you done talking?" Asked the Master as he stood from his seat and sauntered to where Elizabeth was standing. "And about the references you kept talking about, I am sorry I don't know them. I don't know any Damon or Elena, you can call me old school for not knowing them — it's cool because I'm archaic. However, I'm not making up any orthodox story, I am only speaking facts."

Elizabeth moved back as the Master got closer to her. "I really think you need help. Maybe see a psychiatrist or a witch doctor, because you honestly can't tell me werewolves are real."

The master kept on moving towards her. "I don't need to see a psychiatrist because I am sane. Also I can tell you they are real, because they really are."

"Okay, fine," Elizabeth pushed her hands forward to stop the Master from coming any further towards her. "And please don't come any further to me, otherwise I'd yell that you want to rape me."

"No one would hear," The Master stopped moving. "There's a spell that's been placed on this house that prevents ordinary humans from seeing it."

"You mean like a cloak?" She found it hard to believe what Elbert was saying.

"Right on point," Answered the Master. "All in all, Elizabeth, what I am trying to tell you is that you have to stay at my abode for the meantime till I can figure out how to get the mark of you."

Immediately Elizabeth heard that the stranger was planning on keeping her at his abode, she fell to her knees and began to plead with him to let her go.

"Please, let me go," She begged as tears began to form in her eyes. "I don't want to die Young, so please I beg of you. Let me go home to my mother."

"I would Elizabeth, but there are things about you that I need to know. Things about the mark, and your relation to her," The master squatted at her front. And he referred to Camille with 'Her'. "Maybe I'm selfish, but I really do not want you out of my sight because your life is in danger — I really can feel it."

Elizabeth stood up angrily. She was tired of everything and she just wanted to leave. She wiped off the tears that rolled down her cheeks with the back of her palm, glared at the Master who was now on his feet as she yelled at the top of her voice, "Just let me out of here, my life isn't in danger and even if it is, I'll report to the police."

"You still don't believe me."

"Did you hear what you've been saying?" Elizabeth scoffed. "Even if I was the dumbest human on Earth, I wouldn't even believe you. And FYI, I. am. not. dumb."

"I find that hard to believe," Countered the Master. "If really you aren't dumb then you'd believe what I've been telling you."

"Excuse you, should I take what you just said as a compliment? Because I really doubt it is," Sassed Elizabeth as she pointed a finger at him. "Okay fine, why should I believe you?"

"You know why, deep down inside you. Something tells you what I'm saying is true," Elizabeth was quiet as the Master spoke. "The werewolves in your dream were real. They weren't just a nightmare."

The dream she had began to pop in her mind again. She remembered seeing werewolves hurdling around her in her dream. One in particular even pierced his finger into her. . .then she began to remember. It wasn't just a dream.

It was reality.

When she wanted to leave the party, she remembered Gabriel groped her and when she slapped him, his eyes turned and he dug his claw into her arm. After that, she couldn't remember anything again and she felt a terrible pain on her arm which made her release a loud yelp as she fell slowly to the floor.

She looked at her arm and screamed when she saw blood oozing out of an injury that wasn't there before. As she screamed she looked up at the Master who just kept staring at her.

"What the hell is happening to me?" There was fear in her voice as she asked, lying still on the floor as hot tears began to run down her eyes due to the pain she was feeling in her hand.

"Now you believe me," The master moved next to her. "You were attacked by younger werewolves at the party yesterday night and that is how you got the injury on your arm."

Elizabeth cried. The pain was excruciating. "This wasn't there this morning. I thought it was just a nightmare."

"I stopped the pain and the bleeding, I also got rid of the scar," the Master placed a hand on her face as he used a finger to clean her tears which kept rolling down. "It's something I can do, but I decided to open the injury just to prove to you that supernatural beings exist. It's real life, Elizabeth, take it or leave it."

Then the Master suspended his hand in the air, above the area of the injury and gradually the pain began to leave Elizabeth while the injury began to close up. Eventually it got closed up, and only the stains of blood could be seen in that area.

Elizabeth stared at the Master in bewilderment. She found it hard to believe what had just happened, even though it happened right at her front.

"Thank you," A breathy thank you left her mouth as she thanked the Master. She cleaned her tears and sat uprightly on the floor with the help of the Master, then she looked at him. "Who are you?"

"I am Elbert, someone who used to know you." Came the master's response.

"Uh," Elizabeth's head was a piece of tiny puzzles that couldn't stop being confused. "What are you?"

Elbert didn't reply. He only removed his sunshades and Elizabeth gasped on seeing his red pair of eyes.

"What are you?" She asked again, almost losing consciousness due to the bleeding and pain from the earlier injury.

"I am a Vampire."

Elizabeth fainted again.

To Be Continued. . .