Chapter 9

Diana smirked, went to the mirror, and opened her mouth to check for fangs, yet she saw none. Disappointed, she sighed. "Dickhead, vampire, my ass," how could she even believe that it was all real?

Of course, vampires don't exist. She turned around towards the man, who looked bored watching her check herself, like she was someone who came from another planet. "For a moment there, I thought you were telling the truth, vampire, my ass. No such thing!"

He raised a brow and stepped a little forward. He took the wine glass from the bedside table and offered it to Diana.

"Here, take this. That might help your little trust issues."

“I don't have trust issues. I am merely trying to convince myself that you didn't give me drugs.”

She grumbled with a very disappointed look, but then she took a deep breath.

On cue, she halted. She looked at Andrew back to the wineglass, smelt the liquid inside with a furrowed brow, and then, with a quick painful ache in her gums, her pointy, sharp fangs appeared. “Woah! What the fuck!” and just like that? She gasped. Looked into the mirror, the look she had was enough for her to faint, but with the look of determination and her brain still processing the fact, carefully she sighed and touched her fang so very slowly, widening her mouth wide open at the same time.

There!

Two very pointed fangs that glistened in the sunlight. So white, so evil, so scary, so beautiful, and so...

Holy shit! It was like a shark tooth! Three times scarier.

Wait! Wow, I'm not panicking.

Why the hell am I not panicking?

Why? I'm fucking Bella, and I am not panicking.

“Because I gave a little push to your little, fragile mind not to panic. I swear, you'll be broken if I remove that push in your brain. You look like you are ready to collapse by the looks of it."

“I am not fragile!” she hissed...

Jesus! I hissed like Dracula!

“Did I just hissed?”

He rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, and for a newly born vampire, it looks scary enough to scare a little mouse or a little lizard!”

“Little mouse? Lizard?” she scoffed, unbelievable! “Ha! I bet I can eat you. I bet I can bite your neck and be done with it without you knowing that I tasted your sweet, delicious blo—”

She halted when she saw him smiling at her, eyes full of something she recognised so well, and then realising what she just said made her blush like a tomato. Andrew grinned and stood just near enough for her to touch, offering his pale, delicate neck with a raised brow that said, ‘Come on! Try me! Taste me! NOW!’

“Forget I said anything!” she swallowed. “Of course I don't want to eat you. Ew! No!" She said this with annoyance and ignored his laughter that echoed the room.

“Whatever! Laugh! I don't care," she added, looking at herself in the mirror again. "Bloody hell, Oh my God, I'm a vampire. No, no." Wait! Yes, I'm a vampire. I can fly and turn myself into a bat, right?

Andrew frowned at her.

She ignored him.

She smiled at herself! Ha! Take that bitches! Pacing around, she began to panic, but her brain couldn't accept the knowledge just yet. It was like a computer that was overloaded. There was no definite processing capacity, and when her ability to process stopped, her fear exceeded that of panic attacks. It was like her brain was a machine with decreased inputs and couldn't do anything, rather than being frozen. She was beyond mortified. She was frozen. She was like a broken computer from the 90’s.

Unrevealed to her, Andrew pushed a little command again into her mind for her to stop panicking and breathe normally! He sighed and looked at her, and with sudden vigour, Diana asked.

“Did you just push a little mumbo jumbo again?”

“Yes!”

“Stop doing that."

“Why?”

Because it's too personal, like you invaded my space, like you just caress me intimately, she thought to herself.

“I know it's personal, and I know it's your space, but I need to..."

Diana widened her eyes. “Did you just read my mind?”

“Yes. I am your sire. I can read your mind without breaking a sweat!”

Jesus! Stop doing that.

“I'm not Jesus!” he smirked.

“Shut the fuck up, Andrew! Stop reading my mind.”

He rolled her eyes, sat at the edge of the bed, and looked out the window outside.

Sighing, Diana questioned him again with renowned interest. "How? What happened? Is grandpapa a vampire too?"

"No."

"Then why, when, and what happened?"

"I turned you, you were dying at the ICU. You were screaming my name, begging me to save you," he said with a very bored tone that made him yawn.

She ignored him. "What? I surely did not—" She halted in confusion. She stared at him, dead-eyed.

Okay! Can I turn into a bat?

"Of course not, that is not even possible and wrong in a way; it's creepy. So no bats!" Andrew replied.

"Did you just read my mind again? I told you not to—?"

"Yes, I did because you have silly questions!"

"Oh, God." Now he knew that I was worried about the panty. Oh sh*t, I want to die now!

He almost chuckled. “Don't worry, your little granny, panty is removed by one of the maids. Not by me. And yes, I did a little shopping, though. See it for yourself. You have a lovely little red thong. I mean, not that I was the one who—"

“Shut the fuck up!” she hissed with enough embarrassment to last her for ages.

Can a girl just die and not be humiliated?

“Why are you humiliated? At least you are wearing some. Back a few centuries ago, girls didn't even have anything underneath. Just a few—”

“Oh God! STOP! I don't want to hear anything from your beautiful mouth aga—”

“Really? I have a beautiful mouth?” He raised a brow.

She blushed and prayed to God that somebody had just swallowed her whole.

“Not possible. I once prayed to Him but he never listened to our kind. So yeah, I think you know what I mean.”

“Are you nuts?”

“No! I'm just reasonably rich, handsome, powerful, and amazing.”

Jesus!

“You might want to stop calling his name too. He never listened to us as well.”

“Shut up! Andrew!” she screamed.

With a smile, he put his hands up in the air, like he was about to surrender. “Okay!”

Diana’s mind wanted her to panic, but for the love of God, she couldn't. Some mist on her brain prevented her from feeling it. It was like a wall—a comfortable wall—that hindered her from feeling her anxiety and fears. Odd. She thought, under any circumstances:

She will panic and have a panic attack.

She will lose consciousness and drop like a bag of potatoes.

All the above.

Yet none of those happened. Odd indeed, she pondered.

And 

She will steal a kiss from this rich, handsome vampire and turn herself into a bat, then fly away like some crazy maniac and fly herself into a huge fucking truck’s windscreen, be dead for an eternity, and be done with the bat's life.

His laughter was so contagious that it made her smile. “You really have a beautiful mindset back there, um, in your sweet little brain.

“My brain is not little?”

“Sure it is.”

Diana just rolled her eyes and watched her fangs again. “This is really scary, but it felt like this belonged to me. Weird.”

“I know,” he grinned before adding, “by the way, when your friend—”

“Tommy?”

“Yes, when he brought you to the hospital, you died in the ICU," he murmured. Unbeknownst to Diana, Andrew was checking her every day and asked her butler to monitor her 24/7, as did her best friend.

"I died because of that disease." What was he talking about? Why does it feel like she was on drugs? Everything was audible, so loud, and so HD?

“What's HD?”

“Reading my mind again, I see. It’s high-definition. Like everything's so clear and so bright.”

“I see. Don't worry; in time, I'll teach you to erect some wall inside your mind so you'll have privacy.”

“Okay. So why can't I not read your mind?”

“Because I'm freaking awesome and powerful!”

“Whatever!” She

went to the bed and sat there like a robot. Her brain was lost in the lull of Andrew's command.

"To answer your questions, you died because... um, your grandfather's blood has changed the genome of your DNA; it was like you've been crushed inside out as the structure of your DNA changes. His blood had opened the ancient lineage in you that lay dormant for years. And now you are not only a vampire but something else, like a seer."

“Seer?”

“Yes. Like a sorceress but more powerful.”

"Then why did I die if I was that powerful?"

"Because, for some reason that is unknown to even my powerful self, your seer's blood was eluding and your soul has fought for it. Somehow, you don't want the seer bloodline in you. Your soul demands to rather die than succumb to your ancestry, but you ended up calling me instead. You begged."

“I did not!”

“You did; I saved you from that darkness. Maybe you thought it was a dream, but it wasn't. It was—um, I can't say more, but it was—the end of your life. I brought you back to life. I have no choice. You called me; you demand to be your sire."

She frowned.

“Sire?”

“Yes, like, um, how shall I put it?" he looked for a better word, “like I gave birth to you. Like I was your—”

"Like, um, birth birth? Like a mother? Like I came from your—” Her eyes widened as she looked down at his crotch.

He frowned. "No, of course not." He shook his head. “It was more than that. It was like,um,like I gave life to you. I never did that before. I never sired anyone. It's like I created you. I am your master, and you are mine. My family. My mate—um, my—woman! ”

She blushed.

Wait

"How the hell did you know what my soul wanted?" Creepy Grim Reaper

"Because dear mortal, I'm the keeper of souls; I can see, smell, and touch someone's soul; I mean everybody's soul, human or supernatural being. So, you little mortal was the oddest of all."

"A vampire and a grim reaper at the same time?" Ew! Weird at all.

"No, I'm just a vampire with unique abilities."

"Okay, why am I odd?" she asked while brushing her hair with her hands, like it was normal and mundane. Her beautiful scent made Andrew close his eyes. He wanted nothing but to taste her blood again. To just—

"Because you don't have a scent. Nothing. Your soul was different. No colour, no scent, nothing."

"Why?" Wow! It's not like I'm a robot. right?

"I don't know Diana."

She thought to herself. Was it a good thing or a bad thing?

"Maybe both."

"Then why did you turn me into one of your kind if I'm odd?" Seriously? Why?

Because you are mine, my mate. You are my saviour. You are my world. You are my curse!

"Because I can't watch you die in the hospital with all the screaming and you begging me to help you,” he said instead. “So I did what I did. I persuaded the doctors and nurses to leave you and I bit you and turned you. So right now, for your information, you have seers blood and vampire blood in your vein. The first of your kind. And the first of my sire blood. So welcome."

"What do you mean by that?" See? With all the information and all, I'm not panicking.

"You are my first creation, my first bloodline, but I don't know if you'll inherit my many abilities, so that means you are stuck with me for the rest of your immortal life. Welcome again." Then suddenly, Andrew vanished.

What the fuck?

Really?

He can do that?

Can I do that too?

No! Not yet, little mortal!

He answered in her mind.

"Stop reading my mind, dickhead!" Diana shouted. The nerve.

She lay down on the luxurious bed and closed her eyes like an obedient robot. Questions remain hidden in the depths of her brain. Somehow, trying to make it out of the misted wall! Eluding the call of a sire.

Andrew appeared in his mansion library, his oasis, with a few high walls of ancient volumes, though mostly they were now a sort of decoration to set the scene. One simply logs in through one's device and either reads or listens to one of the thousands of titles, including mystical research manuscripts and scrolls. Maps, an ancient prophecy, and some of his collection. His library was a great place to study and learn about his kind and make new connections, and this oasis has provided a secret passage out to the woods behind his majestic mansion as its walls were protected and fully equipped with survival necessities.

"Raymond, give me some news with the young boy, Tommy," he announced, looking at his trusted butler.

"He didn't remember anything, my Lord, and I have erased anything that ties with the human. I mean with Diana. From her universities and friends, she was gone from their memories."

“Good!” 

Raymond was his most trusted person on earth; he should be dead for intruding on him; however, Andrew's butler was always outstanding when it came to obeying the requests of his lord. Any laughter he may have shown in his eyes earlier had stopped, as if telling Andrew that he was deadly serious.

"How about her apartment and the grandmother?"

"Done and dusted, my lord."

"Good. Send a message to the chef. Tell her to accommodate and welcome our guess. I may visit her later this evening and make sure no harm shall come to our guess or earn my wrath. Is that understood, Raymond?"

"Yes, my lord."

"I shall return as early as I can. I have some important business to attend to, and I will make sure to make our guests welcome and activate the safety protocol of the mansion. I believe I can trust you with this, old man."

He nodded.

Then Andrew vanished. Not waiting for his answer.

"Yes, my lord," Raymond responded with his head bent low. He knew better than to disobey his lord's order. He was, after all, the scariest being in the world, and Raymond was just a mere mortal. A human who has had a very long life, serving his lord since the 17th century. With the help of his lord’s blood, Raymond hasn't aged and has been long protected by Andrew's mighty power and wealth. His lord has owned a massive collection of treasures, paintings, and bullion all over Europe, yet no one seems to know him personally. To the world, he was just a handsome philanthropist. Rich and boring.

Andrew Law liked having his business taken care of with a phone call. And with the help of his single drop of blood, Diana's friends and family have forgotten about her, but the strongest one who dared not to acknowledge Andrew's command immediately was the boy, Tommy. He has a certain strong will not to follow the command of Andrew's blood, and so Raymond added another drop of blood to Tommy's drink to assert more command in the boy's mind. And after the second drop, Tommy finally succumbed to Andrew's power and had forgotten Diana.