"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
22 YEARS LATER... In the heart of Bloodcrest city where a big, teeming metropolis stands the tallest building of all. A towering skyscraper dominating the skyline owned by Sumire Caste Leone. A business tycoon who built the empire, all by herself. She solely believes that she is the blood, brain, and backbone of the company. Detached from everything, Sumire seemed to have a strict demeanor, but she had a calming aura. She appears indifferent towards her employees. In her black business suit and high heels, she sauntered the place, and all the employees bowed after her with respect. Her long hair cascading beautifully on her back and wearing simple makeup, Sumire walks oozing an aura of serene confidence, and her beauty lit the place. "The Boss is here..." "She's getting even prettier every day.." "I wonder if Boss has a boyfriend. If not I will volunteer myself." "Oh, come on! The boss will never like you..." As she strides through the lobby of the building, which exudes an air o
Sumire felt a wave of sudden, intense nervousness as the cold crawled into every fiber of her being. An inexplicable emotion has now swirling inside her. She broke into a sweat. Her heart pounded rapidly, almost bursting out of her chest, and her hand began shaking uncontrollably and feeling cold. "This is not good..." Sumire murmured beneath her lips. She felt she would be welcomed on something not good when she got there. A series of questions flooded her mind, and she was tempted to ask Narco. However, she put them aside for now. She just lets herself follow what her heart tells her to do. Every thump of her heart was as strong as the unexplainable emotions struck her. The veins on her head started to throb as a series of unpleasant scenarios played in her mind. Qarinah's remark has been playing repeatedly in her head, and she finds herself wanting not to believe it, that it was all a lie. "Where are we heading?" She asked but none of the boys answered. Her strides were big as sh
666th FLOOR... The flock of vampires has now gathered in the hall to welcome Mort and start the party. All the invited and uninvited guests were present at the celebration. The place was filled with murmurs and chattering. It was last minute that Bjorn decided to have everyone wear masks provided by the servants at the entrance. The dark theme matches the mysterious vibes appearance of the guests. The place was very lavish and very imposing, a grueling display of majestic splendor. Behind the expensive gowns, and suits with masks lies the real entity of supernatural beings. "Where is the young master..." "Daddy, is he about an age as me?" "Is everything ready?" "I don't like that kid to be the next ruler..." "Shh! Shut it!" Many in the crowd began to murmur their dissent while they were waiting for the celebrant. Suddenly, there was a flicker on the light, and turned off making the crowd utter a loud gasp. In a split second, the light descended on the stage to a certain person w
THE DAY BEFORE THE CELEBRATION... "Hey, can you please prepare this for me..." "I need a red curtains..." "Is this all..." Everyone in the place was swamped with work, decorating and preparing the 666th-floor building where the grand birthday of young Mort was held. For the next vampire king in the world of supernatural beings, everything should be grandiose, lavish, and perfect. The late afternoon arrived and the party started. Golden eyes glowed, the howls from the deep of the wood echoing throughout the night under the red moon. All the noble immortals, from different parts of the world, had flocked to the hall, chattering and catching up. The guests were greeted personally by Bjorn the King and Qarinah who had been smiling the entire day. Mort's birthday party was strange, particularly on this day. The ambiance and the atmosphere around is different compared to his previous birthday celebrations. Everyone is well aware this celebration was not only for Mort but to meet his fat
The gloom reigned inside her chamber door but it was enough to make her shiver. Sumire could feel the cold, eerie silence on the other line. The terrifying atmosphere across the line reached her place even though it was miles away from the manor. Broke into a sweat, Her heart pounded threatening to burst forth from her ribcage. Sumire didn't hang up the call. "Sister Heres." She called the nun's name for the second time but still no one spoke on the other line. She waited for a minute if someone would respond to her. Sumire looked at her phone to see if the call was disconnected but surprisingly, it was still connected. "Please, tell me where you are." She added, begging in a shaky voice. "What happened? How did the orphanage burn down?" Sumire continued, letting her bead of tears roll on her ashen cheeks. She does not understand why she broke down in tears when all her emotions are now drained from the coldness she feels on the other line. "Sister Heres, please talk to me." Sumir
"What do you think, Mort?" Narco repeated his question to Mort, however, the young boy didn't reply for the second time. "They are not suited for one another." Straightforward, Mort said aloofly and eyed Narco with his pair of emotionless eyes, making the other boy burst out laughing. Reddish pink lips curved, Sumire shifted her gaze to Mort and gave him a sweet smile. "Then who is more suitable for me?" She asked in a teasing tone making Mort's face darkened. If he answered his name, Mort knew Sumire wouldn't take it seriously, and it would make him look even more childish. Mort chose to shake his head in response to her inquiry rather than feeling insulted at the possibility Sumire would find it ridiculous and laugh at him. Narco's boisterous laughter echoing the place at Mort's reaction. Klauss, who had been silent for a while, was just staring at Narco, asking himself how his young master met this bizarre kid. "Am definitely sure Mort is now jealous because he doesn't have one.
Eyes squinted on the boy, Amayah knew who it was, Narco. From the hammock in which the boy was sleeping came the sound of his even breathing, every slightest tone of which was familiar to them. Even though Narco is a White werewolf and she and her older brother belong to the Black werewolf pack, Amayah sees him in their manor often, having a conversation with her father which is a very rare sight since the white and black werewolves never get along. If they were in the same place, bloodshed would be inevitable. The little girl wishes their paths with this white wolf pup would never cross. Unfortunately, fate was not on side her, and now their foe was in front of them who didn't seem to have a care in the world. Narco didn't even budge a little when Mort called his name. "He's cute." Sumire said giggling at the sight, she had been tempted to squeeze Narco's plump cheek. "Let's wake him up." And before Amayah could disagree with her, Sumire touched Narco's right cheek making the boy q
After hearing the news from the maidservant, Klauss went to meet the uninvited guests waiting at the gate. Although their kind is not welcome in their territory, the Aslanovs still have to welcome them in their abode especially since Bjorn is not just a vampire King. He is also the current leader of all immortal beings. "I don't remember you being invited here." Straightforward, Klauss greeted Stavros and Amayah with contempt in his voice. Stavros could feel how Klauss despises them but he chose to ignore the vampire butler. He knows nothing bad will happen to them and definitely no blood will be spilled on the ground if he just extends his patience. The young man just smiled except for Amayah, his little sister who obviously didn't want to be defeated. Forehead creased and with an eyebrow raised, Amayah muttered. "For a Vampire King's servant, you seem to have an awful personality. Can you tone it down?" Seething, Amayah said which made Klauss' face run red in rage. He was about to
The light of dawn seeped into her room. She rubbed her bleary eyes and walked to the window. There was a pearly glow in the sky. In her white pajamas, Sumire woke up with no memory of what happened to her at school yesterday. The last thing she remembered was being with Mort and touring him around campus. She stretches her body with a broad smile and for some inexplicable reason, she feels happy and lighthearted. "Good morning." Sumire flashed a gentle smile as she greeted the cat resting next to her pillow. Whatever the reason why it was in her room, she had no intention of finding out. She patted the cat's head, feeling the softness of its fur. Steps approached the doorstep outside and Sumire was no longer surprised when her door suddenly opened. The maidservants came in with her breakfast and a mysterious black box. Frowning, Sumire peered at it, wondering what its content was. "This is what you will wear as a young Master's tutor." The maidservant placed the box on the edge of h