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?
*MORGAN*My legs act out on its own accord. Not waiting for my command, they move by itself like having a life of its own. Before I realize what I am doing, I find myself rushing to her, holding her by her arm as I ask her, "You're hurt. Are you okay?"She lifts her head and meets my gaze. I examine every edge of her eyes, but discovers no sign of emotion in there again. There's no anger anymore, no disappointment. Even trace of life is nowhere to be found. The way she looks at me is void of emotions, not even an ounce of cruelty in there.What happens? Strange emotion rush through me. I can't explain, somehow, I feel bad inside. I don't know.I break first from our eye contact and swallows hard as I use my best to stay calm. After all, that is what I am best at, pretending that nothing is happening around me, pretending that no worst situation can tear me down, even her. However, it seems my pretense is about to be blown soon. I'm scared, yes. It's only proves I'm a normal being."Le
"S-snowbell, what's the matter?" Huh, I'm so proud of myself. It is clear as day what he intends to do, but I still dare to ask him. Replying to me with a dangerous growl, Snowbell suddenly leaps in the air and tackles on me, digging his paws on my shoulders."Calm down, Snowbell! P-please calm down." I persuade him while trying to block his murderous blows. He scratches me on my arms, and my chest, tearing my shirt. It hurts, but I don't cry, as I'm someone who is not fond of crying. And even though Snowbell is incapable of voicing out his thoughts, I can sense what causes his anger to rocket up so high, to the point of wanting to kill me. I hurt his master. I hurt Samantha, and Snowbell has no plan to forgive me this time. He screams his rage into my face through his ferocious growls.I can feel in his every attack the desire to kill me. There's no restrain, there's no mercy. He wrestles on me, aiming for my life."Snowbell, please stop!" I yell at him as I try my best to stop him
*SIMON'S POV*I don't hate him. I don't harbour such ill-feelings towards him. I don't have such deep reason to feel that way. Furthermore, I don't have that free time to hate. To be honest, I don't mean to treat him harshly. I'm just fucking worried about Samantha. And hey, she is my princess. He shall not bully her. Well, she is a big bully herself. Unlike me, he has an acceptable reason to hate her or kill her. She takes his freedom.Back to business.When I'm taking him in his room under her order, I perceives her falling on the red tiled floor. I know, she doesn't want him to see her in her weak condition, so I hurry to bring him inside and forbid him to go anywhere. I quickly return to Samantha and just as expected, I find her lying on the ground. She is not unconscious, but so weak."My goodness, Samantha. Look at what you've brought to yourself. Just let him go." I suggest to her after she takes the capsule I develop myself to heal her wounds.It should be easy for her to heal
*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