Dominus has never been so confused in his entire life. He never cared about anyone, he wasn't even sure if what he was doing could be considered as care. But he's a father now, he doubted if Lambert knew that.He couldn't just sleep forever in a cage just to protect a woman who might not even be his when he eventually wakes up, but that's the only thing to keep her alive. He had encountered countless people, people like Dracule who lost their fated love, they never remained the same. Never.He had doubted if Dracule ever felt an emotion, pain the least, but he was shocked when he discovered he had been in love. He could see so much pain in Dracule's eyes every time he see his mother with Lambert. But nothing was great as the pain emanating from Dracule when his mother died; Dracule's fated lover.He wasn't ready to feel such stupid emotions, so it's better to prevent it._____________After he got room, he realized from the nanny taking care of Anne that she could barely open her eyes
"The hero has returned." Dominus didn't need to tune around to know who it was. It was Micheal. "You have to reward me, Dom, I saved your girl's arse.""Where is Gretel?" He asked, ignoring Michael's words.Michael shrugged. "Haven't seen her since the Ginnak's appearance. Do you think she knows?""She knows everything; a little too much of everything actually, making it weird." His words confused Michael. "But anyways, I'll search for her, don't worry."Michael nodded as an unknown relief left his lips. He had searched for her but she was missing. He just hoped she was safe."There's another Dom in town, do you know anything about it?" Michael asked as he gazed ahead. "It's said to be after the Ginnak, it's gonna be hard for him to kill the Ginnak.""I heard from Simon. I think I'll be meeting you soon.""Alright then. Don't forget to leave here on time before her minors get you and use you as dinner. They are aggressive." He patted Dominus's back before walking away. Dominus didn't
There he was again.Staring at him with an undefeated smirk, his irises were blue, distant from the red they were yesterday. No one was clasped around his fingers, he wasn't the bloody mess he was previously. Now he was swathed customarily."This way," The man spoke out, gesturing with his head towards the cleared bush alley.Roman didn't move an inch as he continued to scrutinize his surroundings. He was again shrouded by bushes and trees like last night, but he wasn't on a mattress. He was standing, shoeless."C'mon, we haven't got all night." His voice wasn't courteous, or rude. But there was something in his tone Roman couldn't put his hands on.Roman cautiously strolled behind him. If he wanted him dead he would have been lifeless, it's no help defying out of nervousness.He followed behind the man as he walked further towards -God Knows Where- he halted as the man lingered. They were standing under an enormous tree. It almost seemed like they were hiding.Why would they hide?"L
"For the fifth time, Sir, I'm telling the truth. I'm innocent. I..I've been framed!"Roman found himself inside the police station. He couldn't remember how he got here, but he was informed he tramped into the station with a deceased lady in his arms. And his exact utterances were 'Save me'. Although he might be mad as a march hare or hysterical, or behave in a rather witty way, he knew not to bring a dead woman in his arms into a station. Besides, how was a dead woman placed in his arms? He didn't have the mind to kill one!He was framed."That wasn't what we saw, Mr. Kyp-""Roman Nightshade.""-Nightshade." The older officer rectified his sentence. He skimmed through the file on his desk and tilted his head back to Roman. "You ambled in here naked, at an ungodly hour with a bloody dead woman, your neighbor, who was parched of life and blood in your arms." He shut the file with his eyes tacked on the confused Roman and locked his fingers jointly. "What would you make out of that?"R
There he was again.Staring at him with an undefeated smirk, his irises were blue, distant from the red they were yesterday. No one was clasped around his fingers, he wasn't the bloody mess he was previously. Now he was swathed customarily."This way," The man spoke out, gesturing with his head towards the cleared bush alley.Roman didn't move an inch as he continued to scrutinize his surroundings. He was again shrouded by bushes and trees like last night, but he wasn't on a mattress. He was standing, shoeless."C'mon, we haven't got all night." His voice wasn't courteous, or rude. But there was something in his tone Roman couldn't put his hands on.Roman cautiously strolled behind him. If he wanted him dead he would have been lifeless, it's no help defying out of nervousness.He followed behind the man as he walked further towards -God Knows Where- he halted as the man lingered. They were standing under an enormous tree. It almost seemed like they were hiding.Why would they hide?"L
The light that took him home was the moonlight. He was grateful it hadn't reached the date of his dearth from the sky. He got to his apartment, and as the officer said, his apartment was untouched.He almost believed everything the officer said, that he killed the woman and the additional aspects of the story. Maybe the officer was right, maybe the bookstore was getting more and more into his head. But the new book he brought in yesterday was still on the table. He wasn't seeing things. He knew he came home last night, he knew he didn't have a reason to kill a woman. And he certainly wasn't that dumb to take her to the station.He positioned his torch on the table after switching it on. His apartment lost electrical power after an unusual storm, and it hadn't been restored. His room was unusually tidy and… different. He sat on his bed and skated his palm over his face. Everything transpiring appeared like a dream. Like he hadn't woken up from the dream he had last night.Falling onto
The woman shot him a muddled look. "Weren't you naked when you woke?""Yeah, but that's… you saw me naked." Realization drew to him."I had to keep you alive.""If I was transferred, I wouldn't need saving.""This is Moonmare, foreigner, if you die with a lost limb, you'll be reborn or transferred here with a limb missing, with the same pain you felt when the limb came off. Your pain was drawing attention, leading the bloodsuckers towards here." She explained. "That's the same thing that drew that one here, you were in pain and you didn't disguise it. They sense misery.""But shouldn't I be small, like a year old or months old?""No." She didn't explain further, and Roman kept shut. "Got a name?"Roman nodded. "Roman. Roman Nightshade.""Roman… boring name." She stood and pulled towards a corner, and as she backed off, a couple of clothes were in her hand and she handed them to him. "I'm Xulture… Although with the S."Roman backed away with a jaw-dropper as he goggled at her with shoc
"You're a hunter?""Not really, unlike you I wasn't transferred here. I didn't read the book ignoring the warnings. I read the book knowing of its consequences. I was a curious lass, wanting to know more. I wanted to know if it was real, learn things beyond the natural world." She paused. "Being killed locks you here partially forever, so I had to do what I do best to survive. To kill not to be killed. To hunt. To reduce the number of bloodsuckers, and unknowingly it had a reward." She smiled. "I couldn't be a moonlight slave because I know what I was getting myself into."Despite everything said, only one hit his head hard. "I was transferred?!"The woman shot him a muddled look. "Weren't you naked when you woke?""Yeah, but that's… you saw me naked." Realization drew to him."I had to keep you alive.""If I was transferred, I wouldn't need saving.""This is Moonmare, foreigner, if you die with a lost limb, you'll be reborn or transferred here with a limb missing, with the same pain