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CHAPTER EIGHT.

(Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . .)

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She wasn't raped; Elizabeth didn't know if she should believe what the stranger at her front had told her. Yet, she found herself contemplating. She only believed Gabriel had raped her because she wasn't wearing any panties, but she couldn't feel any soreness in her vagina. She couldn't feel any sort of penetration, so she knew the possibility of what the stranger was telling her could be true. However as she sat, she wondered how he was sure that she wasn't raped.

“I will say this one more time,” The master said, snapping Elizabeth out of her thoughts. “You weren't raped, your pants were just taken.”

Elizabeth coughed awkwardly on listening to what the stranger had said to her. She was flustered that he knew she wasn't wearing any panties, then she remembered that she was the one who had told him earlier. That aside, she knew she wasn't comfortable around him, and the way he acted strangely around her gave her goosebumps. The bad type. She shuddered as she remembered when he kept touching every part of her face like he knew her, when he called her Camille, and when he touched her temples for reasons unknown to her. Also his dressing was all dark, and she couldn't even see his eyes because they were covered with sunshades.

Who wore sunshades while in the house? Apparently, the stranger at her front did.

“Uh, sir,” Elizabeth began to speak, she really was getting uncomfortable with where she was and she just wanted to go home. She knew how worried her mom and brother would be just because she didn't get home the other night. “Can I go home? I really want to, my mum will be worried sick.”

There was no response from the master for sometime and when he finally did, his answer wasn't something Elizabeth was expecting. He'd told her no.

Aggravated, Elizabeth stood up. “What do you mean no? Why can't I go home? I appreciate you saved me when you found me unconscious, but you can't keep me hostage.”

“I am sorry, Elizabeth,” The master apologized to her calmly as he stayed seated on his seat. “I know you are worried about your mother and your brother, and you really want to go home—”

“Then why can't you just let me go?”

“Because you'll be putting their lives in danger,” The Master told her.

Elizabeth had a confused look on her face. She didn't understand what the Master was saying. She frowned. “What do you mean by saying I'll be putting their lives in danger? What sort of danger?”

“There's something you need to know, but firstly I want you to have your seat,” Elizabeth complied with the Master's word and listened to what he had to say. “If you look closely at your shoulder you'll see a mark there.”

“A mark?” Mumbled Elizabeth as she checked her shoulder and truly there was a mark there. A mark shaped like a skull. “What's this? I don't remember getting a tattoo.”

“It isn't a tattoo,” the Master — Elbert clarified. “It's a mark placed by a supernatural being, by that I mean a werewolf. It's to summon you whenever they need you, but the reason why they placed a mark on you is what I'm curious about.”

The Master stopped talking while Elizabeth looked at him, dumbfounded, she found it hard to believe everything he'd been spewing from his mouth.

Suddenly, she began to laugh. Even amidst the whole tension and strangeness of the place she was, she still couldn't help but laugh at what the Master had said. “This has to be some sort of joke. Am I supposed to be in a sci-fi movie or something? Supernatural beings? Oh, please, just cut to the chase and let me go home.”

“I'm not joking, Elizabeth,” The Master deadpanned. “There's more to this world than you humans know.”

Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief as she scowled at the Master. “Spare me those fictional stories you're making up. Take your head out of the mud—”

“Elizabeth—”

“I am not done talking,” She quickly interrupted the Master's speech as she continued to talk while the Master rested his hand on his chin as he listened to her calmly. “Look, I don't know who you are but I want you to know this isn't 'Vampire Diaries' or 'The Originals', this is freaking real life where humans, plants and only animals cohabitate with each other. And no, I won't be playing 'Elena' to your 'Damon' so let me go home now.”

“Are you done talking?” Asked the Master as he stood from his seat and sauntered to where Elizabeth was standing. “And about the references you kept talking about, I am sorry I don't know them. I don't know any Damon or Elena, you can call me old school for not knowing them — it's cool because I'm archaic. However, I'm not making up any orthodox story, I am only speaking facts.”

Elizabeth moved back as the Master got closer to her. “I really think you need help. Maybe see a psychiatrist or a witch doctor, because you honestly can't tell me werewolves are real.”

The master kept on moving towards her. “I don't need to see a psychiatrist because I am sane. Also I can tell you they are real, because they really are.”

“Okay, fine,” Elizabeth pushed her hands forward to stop the Master from coming any further towards her. “And please don't come any further to me, otherwise I'd yell that you want to rape me.”

“No one would hear,” The Master stopped moving. “There's a spell that's been placed on this house that prevents ordinary humans from seeing it.”

“You mean like a cloak?” She found it hard to believe what Elbert was saying.

“Right on point,” Answered the Master. “All in all, Elizabeth, what I am trying to tell you is that you have to stay at my abode for the meantime till I can figure out how to get the mark off you.”

Immediately Elizabeth heard that the stranger was planning on keeping her at his abode, she fell to her knees and began to plead with him to let her go.

“Please, let me go,” She begged as tears began to form in her eyes. “I don't want to die young, so please I beg of you to let me go home to my mother.”

“I would Elizabeth, but there are things about you that I need to know. Things about the mark, and your relation to her,” The master squatted at her front. And he referred to Camille with 'Her'. “Maybe I'm selfish, but I really do not want you out of my sight because your life is in danger — I really can feel it.”

Elizabeth stood up angrily. She was tired of everything and she just wanted to leave. She wiped off the tears that rolled down her cheeks with the back of her palm and glared at the Master who was now on his feet as she began to yell at the top of her voice. “Just let me out of here, my life isn't in danger and even if it is, I'll report to the police.”

“You still don't believe me.”

“Did you hear what you've been saying?” Elizabeth scoffed. “Even if I was the dumbest human on Earth, I wouldn't even believe you. And FYI, I. am. not. dumb.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Countered the Master. “If really you aren't dumb then you'd believe what I've been telling you.”

"Excuse you, should I take what you just said as a compliment? Because I really doubt it is,” Sassed Elizabeth as she pointed a finger at him. “Okay fine, why should I believe you?”

“You know why, deep down inside you. Something tells you what I'm saying is true,” Elizabeth was quiet as the Master spoke. “The werewolves in your dream were real. They weren't just a nightmare.”

The dream she had began to pop in her mind again. She remembered seeing werewolves hurdling around her in her dream. One in particular even pierced his fingers…claws into her…then she began to remember. It wasn't just a dream.

It was reality.

She was about to leave the party when Gabriel suddenly groped her. Reacting instinctively, she slapped him. His eyes darkened, shifting colors as he dug his claw into her arm. After that, everything went black.

Elizabeth was jolted back to the present by a sharp pain in her arm. She let out a loud yelp, collapsing slowly to the floor. Her gaze dropped to her arm, and she screamed at the sight of blood pouring from a wound that hadn’t been there moments ago. As her cries echoed, she glanced up at the Master, who stood motionless, silently watching her.

“What the hell is happening to me?” There was fear in her voice as hot tears began to run down her cheeks due to the pain she was feeling in her hand.

“Now you believe me?” Elbert moved next to her. “You were attacked by younger werewolves at the party yesterday night and that is how you got the injury on your arm.”

Elizabeth cried. The pain was excruciating. “This wasn't there this morning. I thought it was just a nightmare.”

“I stopped the pain and the bleeding. I also got rid of the scar,” the Master placed a hand on her face as he used a finger to clean her tears which kept rolling down. “It's something I can do, but I decided to open the injury just to prove to you that supernatural beings exist. It's real life, Elizabeth, take it or leave it.”

The Master held his hand above her wound, and gradually, the pain began to fade. Elizabeth watched in disbelief as the injury slowly healed, leaving only the bloodstains behind.

She stared at the master, wide-eyed, struggling to process what had just happened before her eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice shaky. Wiping away her tears, she sat up with the Master’s help, her gaze never leaving his. “Who are you?”

“I am Elbert Edgar,” he replied, his voice calm. “Someone who once knew you.”

Elizabeth’s mind swirled with confusion. “What...what are you?”

Elbert remained silent as he removed his sunglasses. Elizabeth gasped, staring at his piercing red eyes.

“What are you?” she repeated, her voice trembling as the memory of the earlier pain weighed on her.

“I am a vampire,” he said softly.

Elizabeth fainted.

To Be Continued. . .