With a mask on, Samantha drops into the famous diner, and buys soups for Morgan, despite the huge crowd who was having their dinner.Laughter echoes all over the place. Different smells of dishes hovers the air; oily and greasy, chicken soups, and whatnots.Samantha wrinkles her nose with the odours. She finds it unpleasant and this kind of place has been disgusting to her. This is her first time entering this place. She once swore that she will not go to places like this. However, she has not realised that she has been standing in front of the counter for several minutes and that's her biggest achievement already."Is it done?", asks Samantha with slight impatience. "I'm in a hurry.""Give me a second, darling." The healthy woman smiles as her hands stuff a plastic of soup inside a paper bag. "It's done. Here."Samantha accepts the bag and takes a $20 bill from her pocket. When she's handing the money to the woman, she senses a vampire's aura. It is powerful, and carries the greates
*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
*AUTHOR'S POV*Samantha's mood changes drastically as soon as they reach home. She kicks the marble table in the lobby and sends it flying against the wall. Thus, it breaks into pieces."Samantha, what's wrong with you?" Morgan looks at the shards with remorse. "Why are you so mad?""How dare you ask me? If I didn't arrive on time, you would have gone with that bitch Ashley!""What made you think that? Don't you trust me?""Are you worthy of my trust?" Samantha glares at him. "You can't even keep your word, then how can I trust you? As soon as you see her, you forgot our deal! What? You're considering eloping with her?""Samantha, allow me to explain.""There's nothing to explain. I don't want to listen. There's one thing I'm sure about, you still have that foolish and pathetic feeling for her!""I won't go back with you if I still want to be with her. Samantha, be reasonable!""So I'm not reasonable?" Samantha laughs. "Men Oh Men! You are so fickle! In the end, you still want to be w
*MORGAN'S POV*After the conversation with my twin brother, I immediately decided to leave my room and look for Samantha. I'm holding on to the fact that she will never hurt me.Upon reaching her room, I knock on the door, but unfortunately get no response. I am about to invite myself inside when someone speaks from ahead at the right side of the corridor. "Do you need anything?" It's Samantha's voice.I instantly faced her. I admit I'm disappointed in her, but this time, I can bring myself to fight with her. I have no idea why."I want to return to my normal life." I state frankly. "I want to live like before.""You want to—""But don't worry. I won't run away from you." I interrupt her from talking. Because I have the hunch that no good words will come out of her mouth. We will only end up arguing and I don't want that today. "Samantha, I'm not asking you to give my single life back. I'll still live in this house with you. I just want to come out, see my family freely, and go to wor
Several days pass. Morgan never leaves his room. At night, he sleeps with constant nightmares because of that incident. During the day, he eats the food and fruits that are being delivered in his room when he is asleep. He no longer refuses to take them, because he knows it's no use refusing. Only himself will suffer. If he dies because of it, only his horrible fate is to blame.Today, Morgan wakes up earlier than usual. The sun has yet to rise completely, and it is cold outside. He glances on the bedside table, and finds no food there. He smirks and carries himself to the balcony, with a quilt draping around his shoulder.He braces his hands on the railings, and stares at the surroundings. Sigh leaves his mouth from time to time. On his forehead, furrows begin to emerge. He seems to be thinking, something that is bothering him. The frown on his forehead deepens when he hears footsteps approaching. He doesn't look back to know who the visitor is. He is not in the mood to do so as he
Morgan goes to the rooftop. He takes a bottle of wine and a plate of slice fruits. He lies down on the rocking chair and faces the moon, watching the beautiful moon with a troubled heart and unhappy expression."Tell me, why are creatures like them exist?" Morgan murmurs to the moon as he takes a sip of wine from time to time. "Why do they need to feed on human blood? Why don't we just co-exist peacefully? Why do I have to be bothered like this? Now she… she is one of them. Killing my race." He subconsciously holds his heart. "This feeling is so awful."He gradually closes his eyes, but when it is about to shut completely, something catches his eyes. There seems some figures pass through the moon. He hurriedly sits down and rubs his eyes. "Am I hallucinating?"Morgan once again pays attention to the moon. He dares not to blink again to make sure he won't miss seeing it. But after some time, he sees no more other than the bright full moon proudly hanging in the sky. So he assumes, he h
The next day, Morgan wakes up late. When he looks outside through the window, the sun is setting off. He bolts into a sitting position, exclaiming, "Oh no! It's almost night!" He takes the phone that is resting on the bedside table and checks the time. As he reads it, he realises that he overslept. "Darn, when did I start sleeping like a pig. I'm hungry."Holding his stomach, he walks downstairs and goes to the kitchen. However, aside from noodles and fruits, there is no food being served on the dining table. So, he decides to cook.He takes some ingredients out of the cooler and begins to cook. First, he starts cooking rice on a rice cooker, which he finds surprising to have it in a vampire's mansion. Then, he slices some ingredients like carrots, pechay, tomatoes, and a lot more. An hour later, a fragrant smell of chicken soup hovers in the air, reaching Samantha's nose, who is still having her beauty sleep at the moment."Hmm, it smells pretty good. What is it?" Samantha throws he
It's almost dusk. The sky begins to turn dark as well as the surroundings when Morgan goes home. He is carrying a basket of fruits and is hurrying to enter the mansion, but problem hits him when he stands before the lofty gate.Morgan slaps his forehead upon realisation. "How am I going to enter? What's the password?"He stands back and glares furiously on the gate. "I should have not returned by myself. I should have waited for that damn man to pick me up. But he is so irresponsible. What to do? Should I yell her name? It looks like I don't have any other option."Morgan prepares himself to shout. As he is about to release a deafening scream, the gate immediately opens by itself, making his mouth freeze hanging.In his trance, Snowbell walks to the gate and stands on all fours in an unfriendly manner. The way he looks at Morgan yells danger."Grrr!" Snowbell barks at him, pulling him back to his senses."Hi, Snowbell!" Morgan smiles forcefully. "How are you? We met again. Can I enter
Dr Sebastian is being arrested by the police team under Lieutenant Patricio, including his unconscious men. He plans to fight, but he still fails to intimidate the police."Don't worry. With the solid evidence we have, Dr Sebastian can't escape. His money can't help him either. Rest assured." Lieutenant assures Mr Heirden.Mr Heirden nods. "Great. Then I'll be relieved.""Are those people alive?" Mrs Heirden asks, seeing those unconscious men being delivered through a stretcher from their house to their police vehicles."Don't worry, Mrs Heirden. They just passed out. Nothing serious." Lieutenant Patrocio answers."Oh, thank God." "If there's nothing else, we'll go ahead." Lieutenant Patricio moves his gaze to Morgan. "Morgan, don't make your family worry you again. Don't disappear just like that.""I'll keep that in mind, Lieutenant." Morgan assures.Lieutenant Patricio nods his head, and orders his team to leave."I hope Dr Clemente will wake up from the truth." Morgan mumbles. "I
"Noisy!" Dr Clemente grabs Morgan's mother by her. Matilda feels an excruciating pain on her head, as if she goes bald if he adds a little more force. But she never cries to save her. She endures the pain silently and smiles at her family. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Matilda says. "I'm too old to live.""Ma!" Morgan's face turns scarlet. "Clemente, you are worse than a monster!""Yes. I am the worst among all the worst." Dr Sebastian tightens his grip on Matilda's hair, causing her to grain from unbearable pain. "Since you clearly know what I am, give me what I want. Give me your heart!""Morgan, son. Don't." Matilda shakes her head to Morgan."Morgan, don't listen to him." Mario interjects. "Since we came into this point, we better all die than watching you give your life to this devil! He doesn't deserve your heart!""If you don't shut your mouth, I'll kill you first!" Dr Sebastian aims the gun on Mario."Don't!" Morgan kneels before the doctor. "I'll do as you say. Just plea
A few months ago.For some reason, Samantha is in a good mood. She has found a decent man to play with. She is certain that her every day will no longer be as boring as before.However, something catches her attention while walking on the rooftop of the hospital. It is because somebody mentions Morgan's name, and it is simply not mentioning his name. They are planning to harm him."Who dares to harm him?" With gritting teeth, she stops from her track and subconsciously elevates in the air by the window of a particular ward where the voices come from. She silently eavesdrops to their conversation."Dad, are you sure? Will this work? Will Morgan accept your offer? He is not an idiot." A young woman says worriedly. "Trust your father, Ashley. Whether it works or not, I'll make it work." Dr Sebastian firmly states as he stares lovingly at his wife. "I'll do everything to keep your mother alive.""But… How are you going to convince him? How are you going to make him sign the purchase cont