Semua Bab THE VAMPIRE'S SECRET: DEATH IS MY STALKER : Bab 11 - Bab 20

"Sumire, do you believe in the afterlife? reincarnation? past life?" They were now driving to Sumire's school when Bjorn asked her seemingly out of the blue. She doesn't know why Bjorn, Mort, and Klauss are making the trip to school with her; in fact, she would much rather travel alone. She didn't understand why they had to accompany her. Sumire didn't even bother to ask anymore as she was ashamed to let them out of the car that belonged to Bjorn. A maidservant was about to escort her earlier when Klauss's eyes hardened and narrowed into slits directed at the poor maidservant, who quickly fled back to the manor in fear, giving her the terror of a lifetime. "No." Sumire gave a clear, indifferent response. She was not in the mood to talk as Klauss had already ruined her whole day this morning, even though she liked the topic Bjorn brought up. "Why?" Bjorn inquired again, who seemed to have no intention of letting her off. "I'm just not interested." Sumire said trying to mask the irr

The light of dawn seeped into her room. She rubbed her bleary eyes and walked to the window. There was a pearly glow in the sky. In her white pajamas, Sumire woke up with no memory of what happened to her at school yesterday. The last thing she remembered was being with Mort and touring him around campus. She stretches her body with a broad smile and for some inexplicable reason, she feels happy and lighthearted. "Good morning." Sumire flashed a gentle smile as she greeted the cat resting next to her pillow. Whatever the reason why it was in her room, she had no intention of finding out. She patted the cat's head, feeling the softness of its fur. Steps approached the doorstep outside and Sumire was no longer surprised when her door suddenly opened. The maidservants came in with her breakfast and a mysterious black box. Frowning, Sumire peered at it, wondering what its content was. "This is what you will wear as a young Master's tutor." The maidservant placed the box on the edge of h

Eyes squinted on the boy, Amayah knew who it was, Narco. From the hammock in which the boy was sleeping came the sound of his even breathing, every slightest tone of which was familiar to them. Even though Narco is a White werewolf and she and her older brother belong to the Black werewolf pack, Amayah sees him in their manor often, having a conversation with her father which is a very rare sight since the white and black werewolves never get along. If they were in the same place, bloodshed would be inevitable. The little girl wishes their paths with this white wolf pup would never cross. Unfortunately, fate was not on side her, and now their foe was in front of them who didn't seem to have a care in the world. Narco didn't even budge a little when Mort called his name. "He's cute." Sumire said giggling at the sight, she had been tempted to squeeze Narco's plump cheek. "Let's wake him up." And before Amayah could disagree with her, Sumire touched Narco's right cheek making the boy q

The gloom reigned inside her chamber door but it was enough to make her shiver. Sumire could feel the cold, eerie silence on the other line. The terrifying atmosphere across the line reached her place even though it was miles away from the manor. Broke into a sweat, Her heart pounded threatening to burst forth from her ribcage. Sumire didn't hang up the call. "Sister Heres." She called the nun's name for the second time but still no one spoke on the other line. She waited for a minute if someone would respond to her. Sumire looked at her phone to see if the call was disconnected but surprisingly, it was still connected. "Please, tell me where you are." She added, begging in a shaky voice. "What happened? How did the orphanage burn down?" Sumire continued, letting her bead of tears roll on her ashen cheeks. She does not understand why she broke down in tears when all her emotions are now drained from the coldness she feels on the other line. "Sister Heres, please talk to me." Sumir

666th FLOOR... The flock of vampires has now gathered in the hall to welcome Mort and start the party. All the invited and uninvited guests were present at the celebration. The place was filled with murmurs and chattering. It was last minute that Bjorn decided to have everyone wear masks provided by the servants at the entrance. The dark theme matches the mysterious vibes appearance of the guests. The place was very lavish and very imposing, a grueling display of majestic splendor. Behind the expensive gowns, and suits with masks lies the real entity of supernatural beings. "Where is the young master..." "Daddy, is he about an age as me?" "Is everything ready?" "I don't like that kid to be the next ruler..." "Shh! Shut it!" Many in the crowd began to murmur their dissent while they were waiting for the celebrant. Suddenly, there was a flicker on the light, and turned off making the crowd utter a loud gasp. In a split second, the light descended on the stage to a certain person w