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
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
*MORGAN*I can't describe what has gotten into me, I just can't help but feel that something is about to happen. The odd action of Snowbell rings an eerie hint in my head, but I can't figure it out what it is.Cold sweat creeps all over my body. But I dare not show it. With a gulp and freeze for a few seconds, I decide to turn around, only to find no one behind me.I frown, and annoyingly glances over my shoulder to Snowbell. An urge to stab him surges through my head when I see him lying on the ground again, as if he has not done anything to distract me, or at worst, scare me. I grit my teeth, and if my gaze can kill, he is now lying dead on the lawn.'Damn tiger! Fuck tiger!' I take a deep breath and choose to ignore him. It's no use fighting against him since I'm forever not a match for him.Once again, I climb on the sink. This time, I use my ultimate best to ascend and I surely make it. Now, I'm on my way to the top of the fence. I reach out for the top, and with much difficulty,
*AUTHOR'S POV*Morgan waits for the pain to come upon hearing that creepy ravening sound. His eyes shut tightly even more, body stiffening in trepidation as his hands claw on the trunk behind him. At this point, he sees the door of death in his off vision again, welcoming his soon arrival so warmly.'Ma, Pa, goodbye.' He unwillingly whispers in his mind. His tone fills with a sign of despair.'I think I can't survive this time. I'm sorry.'Deep inside, Morgan is unreconciled for dying without finishing his duty as a son and as a brother. The feeling of this kind of failure is utterly awful, clawing his heart in upteenth times. The pain churns his stomach even worse.Suddenly, he realises that something is wrong. The sound of sucking has stopped, but still, the pain doesn't punch in. Instead, he senses that someone is coldly staring at him.'What's going on?' He asked himself. 'Did I die in a split second, that is why I didn't feel the pain?'"Open your eyes." A familiar voice behests
The three vampires are aware of Samantha's presence, but pay no heed to her. Their greed is being stimulated with Morgan's rare aromatic blood, driving them nuts and gutsy. They behave as willing to cross the sea of fire and face the God of Death just to get the taste of his blood. Furthermore, she pays no attention to them as well, and it makes them even bolder to prey on him.Morgan is shoved on the ground by the strong surge of wind, falling on his ass first. That is a painful fall, but he disregards it as his attention is not on the pain trailing on his body, rather to the creatures that are launching an attack towards him.'Oh no, I'm screwed.' Tears voluntarily roll down from his eyes. Subconsciously, he turns over his shoulder and takes a glance in Samantha's direction, with complicated emotions writhing inside him. A small part of him hopes that she will save him again for the last time.A bitter smile stretches into his lips. He shakes his head and ridicules his mind. 'Her?