*MORGAN'S POV*'Bed? Complete the ritual? Is she talking about— No!'As soon as Samantha proposes the idea, I feel claws clutch my heart. I wrestle with my breathing, I can feel my blood boil inside me. This feeling is awful. I want to yell or the hatred will suffocate me. And before I can have a second thought about it, my mouth is already starting to talk dirty against her as my whole flesh trembles. "You're such a bitch, witch devil! I dare you lay a hand on me! I'll kill you! I swear. I'll kill you, MONSTER!"Samantha gave me a sideways peek. I can't read her through. There was nothing on her face, only that calm gorgeous mask behind her hideous form. I wonder whether my words have gotten on her nerves or what.She does nothing. She says nothing. She just watches me, perceiving every weep of my pathetic soul.Why can't she lose control and kill me?I want my freedom back. If death is the only way, then I'd be willing to submit to death.I panted. It's too exhausting to yell at som
*AUTHOR'S POV*The sun shines brightly in the sky. The temperature is piping, leaves show signs of withering, and the tiny substances on the soil glitter under the sunlight.At this kind of time, everyone should be working, studying, playing, or engaging in various activities. It is not the best time to sleep for a normal human.However, for someone like Samantha, the day is their best sleeping time. It will prevent her from too much exposure to the sun, which causes unhealthy skin. Somehow, she is conscious of her looks. She hates ragged skin.Samantha's room is moonish, though. Her curtains are thickset. Sunrays are unable to shine through.Samantha sleeps calmly. She has been sleeping for almost an hour, and she has not moved since the moment she laid down. She resembles Sleeping Beauty who needed true love to wake her up.On the contrary, Morgan is wide awake. He can't sleep, he can't move. He can't do anything. He is like a living snowman, frozen on the side. He wants to sleep bu
"La la, la la la. Lalalalala." Humming a song with no particular music notes, Samantha jovially walks down the stairs. Her ruddy dress bounces as she takes a step. Her mood enlightens her ethereal magnificence, like a lovely sprite dancing elegantly as she treads down the stairs of a flower garden.Samantha is like an exquisite pink lily, blooming with beauty, charm, exquisiteness, and seduction. She is a product of perfection.Samantha directly makes her way into the kitchen as she dances like a professional ballerina. She opens the fridge with an anticipating smile on her face, but it instantly perishes when she finds her fridge spotlessly devoid.Her lips twitch at the sight. "Holy Moly! When is the last time I stock food in my cooler?"There's no need to think when. Because in the first place, she never had to shop for groceries for the kitchen, except for her beauty products.She doesn't need those damn human foods. But now, it's a different case. She has someone needs to raise.
Samantha pops up outside of the crimson gate with anger still obviously peering at her expression. She once looks upstairs where her room is located and scowls, "Oh boy, trust me, you're a… HOPELESS DIMWIT!"Samantha teleports, and this time, crops up in the wrong place. Not only does she find herself standing in front of a fancy nightclub which is not within her plan, she also disrupts the erotic intimacy of a couple who are hungrily devouring each other's lips in the corner.They are startled by the strong surge of the wind that shoves in their direction, wobbling them in surprise. They instantly support each other as they turn to Samantha, glowering tempestuously at her as lewdness remains bursting all over their faces.Samantha lifts her right eyebrow in a snooty manner as she shuts them a sidelong dagger look. "Keep looking. I'll gouge your eyes out."The couple don't assume that it's Samantha who carries that odd wind. Their reaction is just normal since something inexplicable
In Samantha's bedroom."I can't lose," Morgan gasps as he tightens his hold on the chain. He forcefully tugs it, and his veins on his neck and forehead jut out like it's going to sever first. "I can't lose… to that witch!" He grits in despair.Morgan has a strong will to break the chain off. But sadly, despite having the strong will to hang on, his legs collapse in the end.Morgan plops down on the floor and breaths weightily. His body surrenders, fatigue and perspiration occupies his whole face. His energy is entirely depleted since he has been trying to break free from the shackle.A shackle is an object. Its strength is limitless. This is unable to feel pain, unable to feel exhaustion. What is Morgan odd of winning against it?Morgan's wrist and palms feel awful now. It swells and is burning terribly. It seems that anytime soon, it will bleed.Samantha is lucky enough. She doesn't need to waste another effort to get him back. Because his plan to break the shackle is more likely not
Samantha stares at herself through the mirror in the guest room's bathroom. Her emerald eyes do the same to her. Their expressions are both dark and dangerous.It's been an hour since she stands in front of that mirror. She has not realised that her entire body has gone dry after letting it wet for so long.Whatever Samantha is thinking, no normal minds can comprehend.Samantha suddenly releases a punch on the mirror. This instantly dismisses the deafening silence that dominates in this small room, with the sounds of glass breaking and shattering on the floor. Several shards spin towards her face. Most of them just pass by, leaving scratches on the edges of her face, while a pointy one gets stuck on her right cheek.Samantha remains indifferent even after that. She lazily runs a hand on that shard as if it doesn't concern her, as if it's nothing more than a baby scratch.She just pulls the shard off without blinking and let it go without sparing it a glimpse. Her dark gaze fixes on t
Samantha makes a bad face upon turning around to leave, holding herself not to scream in the presence of Simon. With a stiff body, Samantha strides out of the room and unleashes a suppressed giddy scream when she reaches her chaotic room. "Aw shucks! That was mortifying." She flips her hair behind and stands straight. "Never mind, it's just skin. No big deal."Samantha hurries to the wardrobe and rummages through her dresses. When she finally finds something she likes to wear for today, which is a casual rosy dress, she immediately goes back to keep an eye on Morgan."How is he?", asks Samantha in a nonchalant tone upon entering the room. She sees Simon applying some green liquid on Morgan's injuries from the door and rushes towards them, shoving Simon away from the bed, and the latter falls on his butt on the floor. "What did you do, you motherfucker?"Simon picks himself up and gives Samantha a scrutinizing look, questioning her back, "And you? What are you doing?""Are you asking
Mrs Heirden kneels in front of Dr. Sebastian. Her knees are feeling sore from kneeling for so long, but the respectable doctor was ignoring her."Matilda, get up. Stop troubling him." Mr Heirden persuades his wife. He can't stand to watch her on her knees anymore."Don't touch me!" Mrs Heirden swings her husband's hand away. "I won't leave. I won't leave here until Dr. Sebastian agreed."The old woman crawls towards Dr. Sebastian, who was sitting on the table, pretending to do paper works. She holds his leg and keeps begging, "Dr. Sebastian, p-please, save my son. Please." She sobs. Her eyes were swollen and red for crying for so long. "I'm w-willing to do anything. Anything. I can be your slave. Just save my son.""Don't hold me, you disgusting old peasant!" Dr. Sebastian kicks her off, the old woman stumbles, lying on her back."Wife." Mr Heirden rushes to his wife and holds her up, as he shivers in both anger and disappointment. He shoots the doctor a dissatisfied look, and says, "
*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