"May I inquire as to whether you believe that it is conceivable for you to terminate my existence using this blade? How naive." A mysterious man, as pale as ivory, adopts a tone of scorn as he stands in a menacing posture. Deliberately, he gazes down in a condescending manner at the woman before him.
Upon observing the dagger impaled in the man's chest, Sumire's eyes reflect a sense of bewilderment. "What manner of being are you?" she inquired, noticing a malevolent grin spreading across the man's pallid visage. Gradually, his appearance transforms into that of a creature she had believed to exist solely in works of fiction. "I am the embodiment of your worst fears," he declared, throwing his head back as a loud, hollow laughter escaped his lips. As the man advanced towards her, seizing the dagger embedded in his chest while emitting a maniacal laugh, she instinctively recoiled. His eyes began to emit a crimson glow and a fang emerged on his lips, prompting Sumire to realize that this man was not an ordinary human. In a moment when a dagger was poised to strike her... "No!" Sumire abruptly cried out and awoke from her slumber, heart beating rapidly and perspiration beading down her neck and chest. "Goodness, why did that dream feel so vivid?" She remarked as she wiped off the sweat forming on her forehead. Rising from her bed, she made her way to the nearest bathroom, unknowingly disregarding the presence of a set of eyes shimmering with desire in the dim corner of the room. As midnight descended, the silver hue of the moon draped the world in a gentle, mystical radiance. A tapestry of silver moonlight adorned the floor of the penthouse balcony, casting a soft, unearthly glow that illuminated the path ahead. The night remained calm and uncannily quiet, devoid of the usual sounds of nocturnal creatures or the rustling of wind through the trees. Unexpectedly, a chilling breeze disrupted the tranquil night, causing the ivory curtains to sway gracefully. A mysterious figure appears in Sumire's bedroom, prompting the lights to flicker erratically from a mysterious force. Emerging from the bathroom clad in a white silk lace nightgown and a towel wrapped around her head, Sumire proceeded towards her bed. As she hummed a melodious tune, a distant eerie howl shattered the silence of the night. Sumire extinguished the light and revealed the glow of the lamp. Just as she was about to recline onto the bed, a silhouette of a man caught her gaze before vanishing into the darkness. Alarmed and uneasy, Sumire swiftly rose from the bed and retrieved a dagger concealed beneath her pillow. Her attention was drawn to three black roses and a letter placed near the lamp, objects that had not been there previously. With a furrowed brow, she picked up the letter and roses, bringing them close to her nose to inhale their scent. "What the...where is this come from?" she utters in disbelief and looks around. Deliberately and courageously, she strides towards the balcony, feeling her heart racing in her chest. She prepares to confront the intruder, but upon arrival, she realizes she is alone. Doubts start creeping in as she questions her senses, wondering if it's just her paranoia at play. "Maybe am just too tired..." With a heavy sigh, she tries to calm herself. Sumire gazes at the moon and stars illuminating the night sky, the peaceful moment disrupted by a sudden strong gust of wind that sends a chill down her spine and makes her hair dance in unrhythmic pattern. Little does she know, a large figure of a man, concealed in the shadows, stands ominously behind her. His eyes gleaming red with desire as he fixates on her neck. Sumire suddenly sensed a chilling gaze and the touch of cold lips against her bare shoulder, which then moved up to her neck as a lace draped on her arm. Startled, she swiftly turned around and aimed her dagger at the person who boldly kissed her, only to find herself inexplicably lifted in the air. "Ah!" Within moments, she discovered herself pinned down on a bed by an unfamiliar man who had carried and tossed her onto the bed. The dim light emitted by a nearby lamp failed to illuminate the man's features, leaving Sumire unable to discern his appearance, except for a pair of red-glowing eyes in the darkness. The warm breath from his lips stirred an unfamiliar sensation within her. As she struggled beneath him in an attempt to break free from his firm hold, he proceeded to position his knee between her thighs, applying pressure and provocation. His tall stature and aloof demeanor made her feel small and defenseless. "We've finally met, my creepy stalker," Sumire remarked wryly upon encountering her unsettling pursuer. The man possesses a large and imposing physique. Loomed over her, his actions and presence exuding a sense of darkness and threat. He leaned in closely, his lips exploring every corner of her skin, as his red eyes, brightened by her intoxicating scent, fixated on her. Dark and foreboding, a sinister grin appeared on his face, and a fang extended slowly, adding an eerie touch to the encounter. In a deep, husky, and compelling tone, he murmurs. "Hi, my beloved mate."The night was pitch black. No stars to fill the sky. The only patch of light was the moon, but even it was shaded by the fast-moving clouds.Huge giant buildings stood beside the desolate streets of the city resting in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. A few lights flickered from the bright, yellow street lamps. Adrenaline was rushing. Blood was pumping. Legs were moving. Running quickly away from her perpetrator who kept chasing after her non-stop inflamed by bloodlust and laughing maniacally.He navigated the maze of city streets, searching for the perfect place to grab a bite to eat."aaaAAHHH!!! Sto-" A loud, shrilling scream echoes in the corner of the dark alley in Bloodcrest City as the red crescent moon appears in the sky with its might bringing a harbinger of the fall of mankind. Bloodcrest City or known as the Red City. The teeming ruby of metropolis was home to three beings: The existence of vampires, humans, and werewolves dated back from the beginning of t
The horizon was edged with a silver tint and a seagull was flying into that place where the sun meets the sea. The restaurant was situated on the crescent-shaped beach near the Red City. The atmosphere, so laid back, the high beaming ceilings and the eclectic décor worked wonders for the ambiance."Amayah!"With a smile on his face, Stavros eagerly beckoned over his little sister as she made her way into the restaurant where he and Sumire were seated.They both decided to head to their favorite restaurant, a cozy spot with a warm ambiance where they often hang out. As they made plans, they also discussed the idea of inviting Stavros' younger sister to join them, knowing that Sumire had been longing for her company."Sumire!" The small, jubilant girl beamed brightly as she eagerly bounded over to greet her, completely oblivious to the dejected Stavros sulking in the corner, feeling utterly disregarded by his own kin.Amayah is the cherished younger sister of Stavros. At just six years
Without saying a word, Sumire finds herself getting into Bjorn's car. Her eyes searched for Mort and his butler in the place, however, she couldn't find anyone on either of them."Ah, they're at the manor."Said Bjorn with a gentle smile when he noticed that the girl seemed to be looking for someone in his car. Sumire was stunned for a moment, noticing that Bjorn was good at reading facial expressions. She looked at him and met his gaze."I see Mort is a smart kid, so I'm just curious why he needs a tutor."Sumire preceded without beating the bush. She doesn't understand why the father and son want to hire her as Mort's tutor. She had read the contract and almost everything written in there was in her favor. She is also looking for a reason to reject them as there is a strange foreboding feeling stirred inside her."He's a brat. Even if he doesn't need one, when he wants it, he gets it."Bjorn let out a hearty grin. Brows slightly furrowed, Sumire wanted to ask why she was the one wh
Jaw dropped, eyes widening in disbelief as if a sudden jolt of electricity had coursed through her veins leaving her momentarily stunned. "How..." Sumire stood unblinking and frozen on her spot. The color drained from her face, paled, as her heart hammered inside of her chest at what she just witnessed. Everything is gone to dust.Stumbles back, her hands clutching the front of her delicate blouse. Her whole body went numb. A doleful expression appeared visibly on her face. Right there, her emotions vanished along with the orphanage which she grew up with.Her pool of eyes went cold, dull, and devoid of life as she scooped the ashes on her hand on her old shelter. There was no trace left in the orphanage except for the ashes that she knew had been mixed with the ashes of the family she recognized. Her mouth set in a hard line and tears started to well in her eyes threatened to fall but quickly retreated. Sumire could feel her knees weakened from the awful scene after her. She remai
3 days later... Velvet drapes framed the windows, the lace inner curtains remained drawn, allowing daylight to enter while rendering the heart-stopping view over the city a blur. A red scarf hung on her neck, Sumire looked around the small apartment where she lived and was waiting for Bjorn to arrive. It is today she will move out to the Aslanov's manor so she can focus on teaching the young master of the family. "I'm going to miss this place." Gaze perused the place, Sumire uttered and heaved a deep sigh. The apartment was small and spacious with few modern amenities. The place oozes a hint of old vintage yet cozy. She only has a few things placed inside. It doesn't even have a room. There is only one portrait hanging on its wall, a painting of Death that Father Judas gave to her when she was only 2 years old. A small dead fireplace can be seen in the place which Sumire does not light up even in the winter season. Sumire picked up the black stray cat she found on the street roaming
"Mort." Sumire called the young boy's name almost in a whisper. Under his thick eyebrows and long lashes hide the pair of cold gaze not taking his eyes off the cat. He had his father's hawkish aura around him from such a young age. This was the first she saw and studied him closely. She chose to ignore Mort's question rather than answer it. In a second, she could feel his sudden distance from her. "I'll call the sla- I mean, servant to clean and dress you up for dinner. Dad will introduce you to the whole clan." Mort said now staring at Sumire who just gaped as she looked at him in disbelief. Those cold eyes pierced into her soul, the stern look she knew he had. Just quietly judging her from afar. It made her shiver even though she wasn't close to him. And, he acts like a mature man. Mort had a fiendishly strong aura that could bring everyone to his knees. The boy had a cold and strange atmosphere swirling around him. Dark, heavy, and foreboding. His mere presence could impose a thr
Dinner ended with Sumire barely able to finish her food due to the heavy pressure around her. Small chatters broke the place. Even though the people at the table were ignoring her, she could feel their questioning eyes darted on her. The young boy is silent in his seat and Bjorn is having a conversation with his mother, Lady Qarinah. Sumire feels she's out of place but this is way better than bombarding her with incessant questions by these unfamiliar people. That's more exhausting. "Mort, can I head to my room first?" Slightly leaned, Sumire unbelievably excuses herself. Instead of bidding byes to the adults, she decided to say goodbye to the boy. "I'll let Klauss accompany you to your room." His eyes bore into hers, Mort replied however, Sumire declined quickly. She flashed a small smile at him revealing her dimple on the left cheek. "No need. I still remember where the room reserved for me is." Sumire held his gaze with eyes to reassure him. Mort stared at her for a long moment,
The throne room was adorned with intricate designs and shimmering decorations of gold, creating a truly regal ambiance. The floors, walls, and pillars are all made of marble and ruby. It was all quiet and serene when... Suddenly, a strong mysterious force blew up the throne room's door opened. Big heavy strides enter the place after the door collapses and is engulfed by the darkness that surrounds the person who showed up unannounced at his doorstep. The Vampire King, Bjorn was revealed in the place, where he is seated on his throne playing chess and his opponent was a black vampire bunny. Bjorn wasn't even surprised by the disappearance at his humungous door. He expected this would happen sooner or later the moment Sumire stepped into their world. An unknown world for humans. Now that her presence is already known to other supernatural beings, it is expected the news will spread like wildfire to other races and clans. And he's not preparing for anything since he knows that Mort can p
"Sumire, do you believe in the afterlife? reincarnation? past life?" They were now driving to Sumire's school when Bjorn asked her seemingly out of the blue. She doesn't know why Bjorn, Mort, and Klauss are making the trip to school with her; in fact, she would much rather travel alone. She didn't understand why they had to accompany her. Sumire didn't even bother to ask anymore as she was ashamed to let them out of the car that belonged to Bjorn. A maidservant was about to escort her earlier when Klauss's eyes hardened and narrowed into slits directed at the poor maidservant, who quickly fled back to the manor in fear, giving her the terror of a lifetime. "No." Sumire gave a clear, indifferent response. She was not in the mood to talk as Klauss had already ruined her whole day this morning, even though she liked the topic Bjorn brought up. "Why?" Bjorn inquired again, who seemed to have no intention of letting her off. "I'm just not interested." Sumire said trying to mask the irr
"Sumire." She introduces herself to the woman, with a slight gulp. Zenia flashed a beaming smile. Her eyes, her lips, and her spirit all at once smiled at her. A flash of memory came back to her as Sumire remembered a nun in the orphanage. Mother Herathelle. The nun has the same gentle and motherly aura as Zenia. She was her closest friend and the youngest nun in the orphanage. Mother Herathelle and Zenia have the same dimple on the right cheek. "How's your sleep?" Zenia asked. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards. Sumire's face lit up with a bright smile. "Great. Honestly, this is the best sleep I've ever had in my entire life." Sumire jokingly said as she chuckled lowly and looked around. Zenia's face turned serious for a moment but was immediately replaced by a smile. "Good for you." Zenia said, she then handed her a picture of the twins when they were babies. Slightly curious, Sumire accepted the photos and peered at them. "Ah, they are familiar to me." Sumire uttered. Ev
The throne room was adorned with intricate designs and shimmering decorations of gold, creating a truly regal ambiance. The floors, walls, and pillars are all made of marble and ruby. It was all quiet and serene when... Suddenly, a strong mysterious force blew up the throne room's door opened. Big heavy strides enter the place after the door collapses and is engulfed by the darkness that surrounds the person who showed up unannounced at his doorstep. The Vampire King, Bjorn was revealed in the place, where he is seated on his throne playing chess and his opponent was a black vampire bunny. Bjorn wasn't even surprised by the disappearance at his humungous door. He expected this would happen sooner or later the moment Sumire stepped into their world. An unknown world for humans. Now that her presence is already known to other supernatural beings, it is expected the news will spread like wildfire to other races and clans. And he's not preparing for anything since he knows that Mort can p
Dinner ended with Sumire barely able to finish her food due to the heavy pressure around her. Small chatters broke the place. Even though the people at the table were ignoring her, she could feel their questioning eyes darted on her. The young boy is silent in his seat and Bjorn is having a conversation with his mother, Lady Qarinah. Sumire feels she's out of place but this is way better than bombarding her with incessant questions by these unfamiliar people. That's more exhausting. "Mort, can I head to my room first?" Slightly leaned, Sumire unbelievably excuses herself. Instead of bidding byes to the adults, she decided to say goodbye to the boy. "I'll let Klauss accompany you to your room." His eyes bore into hers, Mort replied however, Sumire declined quickly. She flashed a small smile at him revealing her dimple on the left cheek. "No need. I still remember where the room reserved for me is." Sumire held his gaze with eyes to reassure him. Mort stared at her for a long moment,
"Mort." Sumire called the young boy's name almost in a whisper. Under his thick eyebrows and long lashes hide the pair of cold gaze not taking his eyes off the cat. He had his father's hawkish aura around him from such a young age. This was the first she saw and studied him closely. She chose to ignore Mort's question rather than answer it. In a second, she could feel his sudden distance from her. "I'll call the sla- I mean, servant to clean and dress you up for dinner. Dad will introduce you to the whole clan." Mort said now staring at Sumire who just gaped as she looked at him in disbelief. Those cold eyes pierced into her soul, the stern look she knew he had. Just quietly judging her from afar. It made her shiver even though she wasn't close to him. And, he acts like a mature man. Mort had a fiendishly strong aura that could bring everyone to his knees. The boy had a cold and strange atmosphere swirling around him. Dark, heavy, and foreboding. His mere presence could impose a thr
3 days later... Velvet drapes framed the windows, the lace inner curtains remained drawn, allowing daylight to enter while rendering the heart-stopping view over the city a blur. A red scarf hung on her neck, Sumire looked around the small apartment where she lived and was waiting for Bjorn to arrive. It is today she will move out to the Aslanov's manor so she can focus on teaching the young master of the family. "I'm going to miss this place." Gaze perused the place, Sumire uttered and heaved a deep sigh. The apartment was small and spacious with few modern amenities. The place oozes a hint of old vintage yet cozy. She only has a few things placed inside. It doesn't even have a room. There is only one portrait hanging on its wall, a painting of Death that Father Judas gave to her when she was only 2 years old. A small dead fireplace can be seen in the place which Sumire does not light up even in the winter season. Sumire picked up the black stray cat she found on the street roaming
Jaw dropped, eyes widening in disbelief as if a sudden jolt of electricity had coursed through her veins leaving her momentarily stunned. "How..." Sumire stood unblinking and frozen on her spot. The color drained from her face, paled, as her heart hammered inside of her chest at what she just witnessed. Everything is gone to dust.Stumbles back, her hands clutching the front of her delicate blouse. Her whole body went numb. A doleful expression appeared visibly on her face. Right there, her emotions vanished along with the orphanage which she grew up with.Her pool of eyes went cold, dull, and devoid of life as she scooped the ashes on her hand on her old shelter. There was no trace left in the orphanage except for the ashes that she knew had been mixed with the ashes of the family she recognized. Her mouth set in a hard line and tears started to well in her eyes threatened to fall but quickly retreated. Sumire could feel her knees weakened from the awful scene after her. She remai
Without saying a word, Sumire finds herself getting into Bjorn's car. Her eyes searched for Mort and his butler in the place, however, she couldn't find anyone on either of them."Ah, they're at the manor."Said Bjorn with a gentle smile when he noticed that the girl seemed to be looking for someone in his car. Sumire was stunned for a moment, noticing that Bjorn was good at reading facial expressions. She looked at him and met his gaze."I see Mort is a smart kid, so I'm just curious why he needs a tutor."Sumire preceded without beating the bush. She doesn't understand why the father and son want to hire her as Mort's tutor. She had read the contract and almost everything written in there was in her favor. She is also looking for a reason to reject them as there is a strange foreboding feeling stirred inside her."He's a brat. Even if he doesn't need one, when he wants it, he gets it."Bjorn let out a hearty grin. Brows slightly furrowed, Sumire wanted to ask why she was the one wh
The horizon was edged with a silver tint and a seagull was flying into that place where the sun meets the sea. The restaurant was situated on the crescent-shaped beach near the Red City. The atmosphere, so laid back, the high beaming ceilings and the eclectic décor worked wonders for the ambiance."Amayah!"With a smile on his face, Stavros eagerly beckoned over his little sister as she made her way into the restaurant where he and Sumire were seated.They both decided to head to their favorite restaurant, a cozy spot with a warm ambiance where they often hang out. As they made plans, they also discussed the idea of inviting Stavros' younger sister to join them, knowing that Sumire had been longing for her company."Sumire!" The small, jubilant girl beamed brightly as she eagerly bounded over to greet her, completely oblivious to the dejected Stavros sulking in the corner, feeling utterly disregarded by his own kin.Amayah is the cherished younger sister of Stavros. At just six years