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CHAPTER SIX.

(Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . .

•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•

Elizabeth was scared. She wasn't familiar with her environment and everyone around her looked really weird, especially the one that had reached out to grab her by her arms before leaving. Even weird, he'd called her ‘delectable’ like she was a meal ready to be devoured.

“Leave us, Damien,” The Master Vampire — Elbert, said to his nephew. “I'd like to talk to her.”

Damien moved away from Elizabeth front, turned to her and gave her a look of assurance before leaving the living room. Which left Elbert and Elizabeth all alone.

Elbert sat back on his seat. His eyes couldn't leave Elizabeth and he studied all her movement through his sunshades. How she kept on hugging herself and how she so much resembled her…

“Huh, who are you and what am I doing here?” Her voice was really calm and gentle, it also cracked a little. And the Master could tell she was scared.

“Don't be scared,” The Master stood up and moved towards her. “I found you unconscious so I brought you here.”

With her brows creased in confusion Elizabeth took steps back in fear. She really didn't like how eerie the Master looked as he moved towards her. His sunshades and hoodie — his appearance made him look strange, also giving out killer vibes.

He looked like a man going for a heist.

“Don't come near me, please,” she managed to croak out as her back hit the wall. “Please just stay where you are.”

Elbert noticed the tension in her voice, it was obvious she was scared and uncomfortable so he stopped and stood six feet away from her. “I won't hurt you, I promise,” Elbert said, and began to move towards her again.

Elizabeth couldn't move any longer, trapped by the wall. There was nowhere she could go or turn to, and what made her petrified the most was the fact the stranger at her front kept moving towards her until they were a foot apart, breathing in each other's space.

“You remind me of someone,” Elizabeth jerked her face up on hearing the master speak. “Your face…It's— my.”

Elizabeth couldn't stop looking at Elbert's face, although she couldn't see his face entirely because his eyes were covered with sunshades, and his hair was covered with a beanie and a hoodie. He exuded a mysterious aura.

Tears began to cloud Elizabeth's eyes because she couldn't believe how things had turned out for her. Starting with attending a party which her best friend, Freya – who was nowhere to be found – then to Gabriel who assaulted her and possibly raped her, taking her virginity along. Then waking up to meet mysterious faces and…then the person at her front. However, she didn't cry.

“Your face…” Elbert placed his hand on Elizabeth's cheeks, caressing it softly.

Elizabeth said nothing as she shut her eyes with her heart threatening to fall out from fear and tension.

“It's just like hers,” it's just like hers.

Elizabeth said nothing.

“Your hair…” Elbert removed his hand from her cheeks and placed it on her long wavy black hair. “It's just like hers also, and– and the texture, it's the same.”

Removing his hands from her hair, Elbert took it to her eyes which were closed tightly while Elizabeth's heart continued to beat loudly against its cage.

“Open your eyes, please,” He pleaded, but Elizabeth didn't concur with him as she shut her eyes even more tightly. “I won't pluck them out, just open them.”

Still, Elizabeth didn't open it.

Elbert smiled. He couldn’t blame her for being afraid—people were always scared of him. But deep down, he didn’t want her to be. She reminded him too much of someone he had loved for as long as he could remember.

“I promise,” Elbert's voice still remained calm as he spoke softly to Elizabeth. “I am one of the good guys and nothing would happen to you. So please just open your eyes.”

Elizabeth's racing heart calmed down soon, for some reason she found the Master's voice really soothing to her ear, and she gradually opened her eyes.

“Your eyes…” Elbert — the master, was quick to take note of that. “It's just like hers. Warm honey eyes which feel like I can see the world through them, beautiful and innocent.”

The Master removed his hands from Elizabeth's eyes and trailed it down to her lips, making Elizabeth gulp down forcibly. It made her tense.

“Your lips…” The Master stated again. “It's just like hers. Plump, and, the color of Fuchsia magellanica.”

Elizabeth was confused on listening to all what the Master had said. She didn't understand everything he had been spewing.

“Camille,” The Master breathed out, his fingers still trailing around Elizabeth's lips. “You are Camille.”

“No,” Elizabeth said. “I am not Camille.”

“Then who are you?”

“Elizabeth Pott, and I am looking for my best friend.”

The Master shook his head and moved away from Elizabeth, sitting back on his seat. This made Elizabeth release a breath she didn't know she held.

Her eyes raked the room she was in, and it was vast lush with about six sofa's around, while a chair that looked like the ones Kings usually sit in was suited at the far end of the room. She also took note of something, the room was windowless and the only source of light was the huge chandelier at the center of the room. Elizabeth thought there was no source of ventilation —which made her wonder how it was possible for the room to be cool without a proper source for one— then she noticed the AC at the far corner of the room.

“Come have your seat,” The Master urged her, and Elizabeth complied as her legs began to move barefooted until she was seated. “Do you have any questions?”

“Yes sir,” Elizabeth nodded, she didn't even know why she used 'sir' — honorific, for him. “What of Freya? And Gabriel?”

“Freya?” The Master was confused, he didn't know who that was.

“Yes, we came to the party together.”

“I only saw you unconscious.”

Elizabeth shook her head, and faced the Master. “I don't understand, I went to that party with my best friend — Freya, and I was about to leave when I saw Gabriel, after that I can remember anything more. How did I get here?”

“I brought you here,” The master replied. “So you can't remember anything?”

“I can't,” Elizabeth rubbed her hands together, she was cold and the cloth she was wearing did nothing to warm her up. “Also, did that bastard-- did he rape me?”

“Who?”

“Gabriel. Did he?” Once again, tears were starting to fill Elizabeth's eyes.

“Why do you think you were raped?”

Moving her gaze away from the Master to her gown shyly, Elizabeth sniffed as a tear rolled down her cheeks. “I'm not wearing any panties.”

“Come, Elizabeth,” the master ordered.

Elizabeth stood up begrudgingly and hearkened to the Master's words, leaving at least five feet between them.

“Come closer,” he urged her on.

Elizabeth moved a foot forward.

“Come closer again.”

Elizabeth moved another foot forward.

“Two feet more.”

She nodded and moved two feet. She was in close proximity to the Master, just two inches away.

“Close your eyes,” she looked at the Master, uncertainty clouding her emotions, but she complied and closed her eyes.

Elbert placed his hands on Elizabeth temples as he invaded the memories Elizabeth couldn't remember.

And he saw it all. He saw everything that happened, and he confirmed that Elizabeth wasn't raped, but…but her pants were taken off and he saw a younger werewolf give the pants to someone else whose face was covered.

“Place the mark on her,” That person had ordered one of the younger werewolves who complied and bit into Elizabeth's shoulder.

Immediately the Master removed his hands from her temple and looked over at Elizabeth's shoulder.

A mark was there.

To Be Continued. . .