*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
*AUTHOR'S POV*In a blink of an eye, Samantha disappears from where she initially is, and pops up at the rooftop, only to find nothing there other than the same powerful aura that she encounters in the squatter.'Is that vampire followed me up to here? Are they spying on me?' Samantha thinks, her hands ball into fists, cracking as her chest heaves in inexplicable anger. 'There's starting it again.'Samantha vanishes off and re-appears in front of Morgan's room. She plans to open the door and checks on him again, but her hand freezes midway.She steps back and stares at the door. She doesn't penetrate her vision this time. She then looks down and breathes deep as she says in mind, 'I hope I'm wrong. If I'm not, I hope I'm able to protect you against them'. Shortly after that, she leaves and enters her own room, throwing her back on the bed as she fixes her gaze on the red ceiling.Originally, at this kind of time, she is somewhere already, watching people as she drinks wine on the hig
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
Four of them are trapped inside. Samantha can now feel her skin melting from the extreme heat. That is unbearably painful, so she can't help but curse, 'Damn this life! Why can't I learn my lesson? This is what I usually get for being such a busybody!'Everybody holds her tightly as they scream out in fear and pain. They have not noticed the odd blisters on her skin.Who can care about other details when your life is in danger?Samantha looks down on them as if she can meet their eyes, and orders through a yell, "Close your eyes!""Are we going to die?" The mother asks, but her tone sounds like a conclusion. Tears cascading like waterfall in her eyes, lips trembling from dread and hopelessness. "It's fine if it's just me. But, my kids are still young. They must live.""Shut up!" Samantha roars. "If you don't want anyone to die, just follow what I say!""Miss, thank you.", the mother says as she closes her eyes without doubting Samantha. Since she can enter easily, stops her husband fr
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
Morgan becomes immobilised at the sight of the vase spinning towards him from upstairs. He forgets to dodge it, petrified with his jaw drops. He even fails to think of closing his eyes.As the vase about to clash on his face, it is suspended in the air, with its top pointing inch away from his nose, causing his eyes to squint. If this vase has really hit him, he will be dead for sure. But, how does the vase stop by itself without falling on the ground?Before he can think of any absurd explanation, the vase drops on the floor, startling him backing off as it shatters next on his feet.'That was close.' Morgan grinds his teeth in fury as he shoots a dagger look in the direction upstairs where Samantha's room is located. 'What a pervert!'Morgan lays his eyes back to the shards on the floor, and smirks in a mocking manner. 'You broke this. So, don't expect me to clean this up. I didn't see anything.'He takes a long stride, ignoring it. The next day, Samantha comes and goes in the hous
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
Samantha covers her bleeding chest with her left hand as she restrains herself not to do a horrible move against him. By simply doing that, she finds it more bothersome than the stinging pain of her injury.Suffocating silence occupies around them, and it makes Morgan feel something awful. Looking at the back of the woman, an ounce of remorse actually surges through his heart. He finds himself guilty as he finally calms down a little.He shakes his head, denying his feelings. 'No way! Why would I feel bad for this monster? She doesn't deserve pity or mercy! She only deserves death! Yes! After what she has done to me, in the end, she must die! She must pay for what she has done with her life! So I should not feel guilty. I didn't do anything wrong!'"Ungrateful." Samantha grumbles through gnashing teeth, and suddenly grabs his collar without looking back. She drags him upstairs, just like how everyone drags a disobedient pet."Let go of me!" Morgan shouts at her as he struggles to brea