²³VAMPIRES OF THE LONG-PROMISED DEATH

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VAMPIRES OF THE LONG-PROMISED DEATH

"Do you have your phone with you now, Honey?"

Dini shook his head innocently and added.

"It's charging upstairs."

"How about Sachin?"

"He's already sleeping. Why?"

As if he doesn't know what's happening on T*****r.

"Nothing, just don't open any of your social media accounts, and don't go out until I get us a new house."

It made Dini frustrated inside, but he couldn't show it; he showed a confused smile towards Carlson, who was also staring at them, and asked his husband.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"You need not know; it's nothing important. What I'm doing is for the best. Don't go out; do what I say."

Though Dini already knew and wanted to refute, he agreed without lengthening the conversation and went to the kitchen as his alibi to get water. Saying he's thirsty.

He wanted to lament and whine, but he was cut off before he could open his mouth, and worse, he couldn't show how petty he was since Carlson was around.

On the other hand, Carlson excuses himself and retires to his room, telling Brandon that he will do anything he can to stop the spreading of the short video if they can buy it.

Sachin was back in the room given by Carlson, and the maid was paid three times her salary to keep quiet and got a new phone too.

He also hears that they're not allowed to go out; that also pisses him off. It's like they're grounded.

Absolutely real and grounded.

And because of that, he hated Ryo so much that he wanted to strangle him alive.

In the far corner of life is the undead. There was a little commotion in the castle when an ant-sized block was towering like a lost toddler beside the giant fountain in front of the maze garden.

Vampires of the long-promised death waited until dark to get out and crowd the lone form filled with curiosity that was delivered by a helicopter.

If that lost mansion could express itself, it would be trembling like a kid from those red eyes, needle-like fangs, and wings that can only be seen in fantasy books.

Then a car went in like a protagonist in the mist as the gate closed on its own without anyone controlling or pushing a button to manipulate it. In short, it's haunted, but that's what makes vampires cool.

None of the heads bothered to give him attention. They're very interested to know about the structure that's sweating as if alive.

Ryo came out of the car and clapped his hands to let everyone know of his existence. Where he received bored, red-eyed curiosity beneath.

"Why is this tiny house here? Is the castle not enough? Or something happens in the living."

Juanillo, one of the vampires, asked after confirming the scent of Ryo was wrapping the abode.

"It's a long story."

As if what Ryo said was a magic word, chairs popped into the air in a blink, with popcorn and watermelon juice, and also shades in the middle of the night.

"We're on ear."

Becka described a petite, childlike vampire with curly hair wearing a black glittered dress but barefoot. Still giggling.

If the scene were to be recorded and shown in cinemas, humans would think differently about vampires, who only drink blood and scare the shit out of their lives from garlic.

Vampires are not really fairy tales.

Of course, they still drink blood, but not daily; unlike what the book says, only on the full moon do they gather for a feast.

They're still humans who died, or were forced, before they turned into blood-sucking creatures.

Some call them monsters, but they're not; vampires have classifications too, and they're not that terrifying compared to how they are being talked about in books.

They're rather unlucky, or they're the seeker of pleasure.

First was the kind of vampire Ryo. They are called humpires, born between humans and vampires, and can live under the sun like normal people without wings; they can't fly.

The only thing that's not normal is the ability of saliva, sweat, and tears, or what they call the gift that has no limits.

Decade vampires are bound by contract, live in hiding, and are mostly slaves, pets, or playthings that are turned by their owner against their will.

The lowest among vampires. Their hands hold an intricate mark of a hexagon with chains in and out of the pattern and a fallen petal in the middle, symbolizing their identity or, more like, a leash.

They spend their immortality connected to their master's will. Every full moon they need to drink the blood of their creator to ease the pain of hell clinging to their flesh like teeth gnawing them to their next death's door, unopened.

Sometimes they have to suffer alone and bear the pain without their owners' blood. This ends up making them deaf, incapacitated, rotting, blind, and useless until they receive the blood to save them from their suffering.

Century vampires are those who live in the castle unrestrained with mind control, but are sun-tolerant. Their blood is their formless ability.

Being bitten by a vampire for fun will give you amnesia to forget the silly encounter. And a vampire's bite can't easily turn you into one, like what a tale foretold.

There are also Berserkers; they're the kind of vampires who lose rationality because of rejection. They can be easily killed because their bodies are still living, unlike Decade and Century vampires, which can only be put to sleep or be crystallized by a Millennium vampire.

But for a humpire Omega like Ryo, once he gets pregnant, the utmost protection is needed, for he is still partly human until the molting process ends.

Given no choice, Ryo sighs and plays out a scene from his memories that was prepared by Ota to save him from trouble.

He raised his hands and, like a firework, a bright screen floated in the air. All heads focus on the air.

"Oww."