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CHAPTER TEN.

(Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . .

•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•

Elizabeth gasped as she woke up, holding her head as a terrible migraine shot through her. She sat up straight on the bed she was laying on, looked around the whole room and noticed that the room was the same room she'd seen herself in the time after the party. She then remembered everything the stranger had told her and how he said Vampires were real. At first she thought it was impossible and the stranger was just insane; but then he proved it to her. She facepalmed herself and began to question if everything she knew about life were just lies.

And Indeed, she thought, life was full of mysteries that most humans were either ignorant of or unaware of.

"You're awake," a masculine voice stated, and Elizabeth took her gaze to where the voice came from. She saw a masculine silhouette resting on the wall, and she couldn't exactly see him because that area of the room was a bit dark. "I thought you'd never wake up?"

"And who are you?" Elizabeth questioned looking around the room to see if there wasn't another person there. "Did I faint again?"

The man came out of the shadows, revealing a man who looked like he was in his early twenties. He was wearing a black turtleneck that hugged his abs and chest, and really tight black jeans and one could even see the outline of his man penis. She recognized him to be the man who she'd seen when she'd first gotten to the mansion — though he was in a suit then.

"Yes, you fainted," the man replied, standing next to the bed Elizabeth was seated on. "I'm here on the Master's order, I've been told to keep an eye on you."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Not like I know how to escape from here." She stood up from the bed and she regretted doing that because she staggered and almost tripped but thankfully the man was quick to catch her before her face could collide with the floor.

Elizabeth stared at his face as she studied his facial features, pale skin, clean shaven chin, strawberry blonde hair, eyes and furrowed brows. He looked like those models you'd see on a magazine front page.

"Whose room is this?" She asked. "Are you. . .are you the same person I saw earlier?" she asked as he helped her sit on the bed.

"I am Darius and who you met earlier was my twin brother, Damien." Darius said, staring at the lady in front of him. "I am also a vampire, just in case you're curious to know that." As Darius said those words Elizabeth struggled to move to the other end of the bed.

"Do. . .don't come near me!" she said, breathing shakily. She remembered those scary stories she listened to when she was little that Vampires were cold blooded creatures and most importantly, they sucked blood.

Her heart was beating very fast and Darius could hear it. He knew she was scared.

Elizabeth could already remember, clearly, what had happened to her at the party she went to with Freya. She was already fed up with all the encounters she had been having with supernatural creatures.

"Hey, hey!" Darius said, "We vampires aren't as cruel as you humans portray us in those silly novels, although there are some vampires who you wouldn't want to cross paths with." Darius tried to explain as Elizabeth stared.

"And are you one of them?" She asked curiously as she gripped the bed sheets tightly.

"If I was one of them, you would have been sucked dry. But I have taste and I don't drink just any blood." He said, staring at her as she tried to cover her neck from his view. "You don't look delicious. You kinda repel me, no offense."

As soon as she heard him say his last statement, a surge of relief flowed through her whole being. Just the fact that he wasn't interested in sucking her blood made her feel less queasy. Although she was a bit morbid by his choice of words.

"Maybe it's because of the mosquito repellant cream I have been using since I was little," she muttered to herself as she sniffed her hand. She did smell of mosquito repellent, admittedly.

Darius grinned at her as she shook his head. "I guess I'm not a big fan of mosquito repellent then."

As he said those words, the door fell open, revealing the Master Vampire — Elbert. Darius watched Elbert walk into the room, closing the door behind.

"Master, you're here." He said, staring at his uncle.

Elbert said nothing in response, and as if on cue, Darius left the room, leaving the master and Elizabeth alone. The master was clad in a black top and a black pants. He was wearing his beanie as usual, although he had taken his sunshades off, exposing his scary red eyes to Elizabeth.

After a long staring contest, Elizabeth looked away, stared at feet's as she blurted. "When can I go home? "She asked, staring at the Master.

"I'm sorry, but I can't release you until Damien comes back from where I sent him to " He replied calmly, looking around the room.

The room was his, but as long as Elizabeth was in his abode, the room belonged to her.

"And when is Damien coming back? "

"Unfortunately, I have no idea."

He said as Elizabeth continued to stare at her feet as tears suddenly filled her eyes up. She carefully laid down on the bed as she cried into the soft pillow. She didn't need anyone to tell her that her life was in the hands of the vampires.

•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•

Damien drove down to the address Gabriel had given to him, and when he reached the intersection of the street, he parked his car and got down from it as he decided to walk the remaining distance. As he walked down the street, he stared at it in absolute disgust, "Humans," he muttered as he took his gaze to the waste bin filled with flies right at the front of a house.

Suddenly Damien walk came to an halt when he sighted someone that perfectly fitted the description of Freya, Elizabeth best friend. The lady was outside the address of the house Gabriel had given to him, watering some flowers.

He kept staring at the lady for sometime, and as if Freya knew someone was staring at her, she turned her head backwards and her gaze met with Damien's. Her eyes widened on seeing she had an intruder, so she dropped the hose to the floor and crossed her arms around her chest, bending down next to the flowers.

She was wearing shorts that showed her butt cheeks with a light singlet that did well to show the world she was braless, and that was why she bent down using the flowers as cover.

Damien chuckled on seeing the acts she was trying to pull. He then walked further until he was right in front of her, "I can clearly see you, you know?"

"Who the hell are you?" Freya asked, standing up.

Damien put his hands in his pockets, giving Freya a once-over. "If you know what hell is like you wouldn't be using it to cuss," he mumbled before adding, quite loudly, "Hm, are you Freya?"

"Seriously, who are you?" Freya asked, wondering how he knew her name.

Damien's eyes lingered on Freya's body for quite some time. "Take a quick guess." He said as Freya studied him.

To her he was too handsome to be a burglar, or a thief but he could be an assassin. "Who sent you here to kill me?" Freya asked suspiciously.

Damien chuckled once again, studying her. She looked feisty but underneath that, he knew she was scared by his presence. Even intimidated. "Do you think someone's after your life?" Freya shook her head in declination. "So why would you think I'm here to kill you? If I really was, then darling, I'd just snipe you out when I was staring at you from afar." he said.

Sighing, Freya asked, "Fine, who are you?"

"I'm your secret admirer."

Freya burst into laughter. "Yeah, right. You? Crushing on me? I wish."

"You shouldn't underestimate yourself," he said, "I think you're likable, so what makes you think someone as handsome as me can't crush on you?" Damien asked.

Freya shrugged. "Then will this handsome stranger be willing to give me his number?"

"I thought you would never ask."

They both exchanged numbers and just when Damien was about to leave, Freya stopped him. "What's your name? I didn't get it but you know mine."

A coyly smile made its way to Damien's face as he replied to Freya. "Just call me mystery guy, Freya." he said, walking off, leaving Freya dumbfounded.