*SAMANTHA*Hearing that scream, I immediately make a flight to rescue whoever is asking for my help, which is too out of my identity. Those who doesn't know my past will call me a traitor. But I don't care. Firstly, it's my own race who betrays me, and I will make them all experience how it feels like being betrayed. As for now, I don't want to talk about my past. It only infuriates me.So, this is how I am. I am protecting humans against my own race, and I'm not regretting it. I love doing this for the person I only cared, my only way to make them remember him.Honestly, sometimes I doubt myself if I am really a vampire. I am born as a coldblooded monster. I shall enjoy humans blood and kill without mercy, not protecting them. However, here I am, hurrying to protect people who have never been grateful of everything I have done for them, which again, I truly didn't care about. As of present, I only wants to enjoy the feeling of being able to protect people, something that I fail to

Samantha doesn't hesitate to appear in front of Morgan, only to find him standing before the mirror, naked, eying himself up and down in horror as he sees the nail marks all over his body."Are you okay?", inquires Samantha, which is so stupid for her to ask that question as she can already see what exactly is happening to him. He is fine, obviously, but she still chooses him over others who are badly in need of her help.Morgan's chest heaves up and down violently as he sharply stares at Samantha through the mirror. "Leave." He coldly asks as he himself holding back his temper. "Are you happy to see me with these?""Yes. I'm happy. That only proves you're my possession." Samantha tries to act normally, but a part of her mind is telling her to rescue the people in the neighborhood. "You are carrying my marks. You can't deny me anymore." 'As if. That's not my mark at all. In a week, that will disappear. If I were to leave my mark on you, it's not this way.'Morgan grits his teeth. "Sh

Rustles. Rustles. Rustles.The flapping sound of the cloak makes Samantha raise her head, shifting her focus to the same mysterious vampire who she finds perching on the branch of the tree, looking down at her like trash."It's you again?" Samantha growls, fangs protrude as her eyes fill with killing intent. Pain and desires to exterminate this mysterious vampire make her body tremble. "S-show yourself to me! And fight with me!""Oh Red. Believe me. You can't win against me with that condition of yours now.", the mysterious vampire replies in a calm tone but somehow carries arrogance. "How many times do I have to tell you not to overestimate yourself. In fact, I can easily end your miserable life right now to avoid future troubles. However, if you die so easily, it won't be fun anymore. This is not what I want to see. I want you to… SUFFER." He chuckles dubiously. "Oh, weren't you looking for blood? Do you want me to help you hunt among them?""Scram!!!" Samantha props her hands on th

Samantha disappears from that balcony and pops up before him, glaring her bloody eyes at him."Where do you want to go?" She asks in a tone that sends chills down one's spine. Not waiting for his reply, she grabs his collar and throws him back inside the lobby like a weightless item.Morgan lands on the floor on his side, with a loud thud echoing in the space. He endures the pain from that fall and immediately picks himself up, tottering as he holds his arm while trying his best to stay on balance, with his face contorting, teeth gnashing. He faces Samantha who graciously saunters inside, and shouts furiously, "Why are you so annoying? Didn't you leave already? So what the hell are you doing here?"Samantha stops metres away from him and intimidatingly raises her brow, but unlike earlier, her eyes return to their original emerald colour. It's just that, she still exudes such icy aura, especially when she softly speaks, "This is my house. What? Do I have to ask your permission if I wa

His hope, which is almost shattered with despair and melancholy, is eventually revived. The full moon reminds him of something he completely forgot— She is out.Morgan has noticed that she is more active outside when it's full moon. So he assumes she's out again to hunt her meal. 'I hope I'm right.' He mumbles in mind.That thought gives him strength to move. He crawls himself up and faces the door, panting.'I have to leave here before she returns. I hope that annoying tiger won't stop me again. Forget it. I'll worry about that later. The first thing I must do now is to leave this room.'Morgan inhales deeply, hands clenching tightly into a ball as he musters all his strength. 'I only have one chance. I can't fail.' He thought while staring intently at the door.Believing that he already gathers his entire strength, he lifts his foot and boots the door hard, intending to knock the door down since it is locked from the outside. However, something he never anticipates occurs. He fai