In Samantha's bedroom."I can't lose," Morgan gasps as he tightens his hold on the chain. He forcefully tugs it, and his veins on his neck and forehead jut out like it's going to sever first. "I can't lose… to that witch!" He grits in despair.Morgan has a strong will to break the chain off. But sadly, despite having the strong will to hang on, his legs collapse in the end.Morgan plops down on the floor and breaths weightily. His body surrenders, fatigue and perspiration occupies his whole face. His energy is entirely depleted since he has been trying to break free from the shackle.A shackle is an object. Its strength is limitless. This is unable to feel pain, unable to feel exhaustion. What is Morgan odd of winning against it?Morgan's wrist and palms feel awful now. It swells and is burning terribly. It seems that anytime soon, it will bleed.Samantha is lucky enough. She doesn't need to waste another effort to get him back. Because his plan to break the shackle is more likely not
Samantha stares at herself through the mirror in the guest room's bathroom. Her emerald eyes do the same to her. Their expressions are both dark and dangerous.It's been an hour since she stands in front of that mirror. She has not realised that her entire body has gone dry after letting it wet for so long.Whatever Samantha is thinking, no normal minds can comprehend.Samantha suddenly releases a punch on the mirror. This instantly dismisses the deafening silence that dominates in this small room, with the sounds of glass breaking and shattering on the floor. Several shards spin towards her face. Most of them just pass by, leaving scratches on the edges of her face, while a pointy one gets stuck on her right cheek.Samantha remains indifferent even after that. She lazily runs a hand on that shard as if it doesn't concern her, as if it's nothing more than a baby scratch.She just pulls the shard off without blinking and let it go without sparing it a glimpse. Her dark gaze fixes on t
Samantha makes a bad face upon turning around to leave, holding herself not to scream in the presence of Simon. With a stiff body, Samantha strides out of the room and unleashes a suppressed giddy scream when she reaches her chaotic room. "Aw shucks! That was mortifying." She flips her hair behind and stands straight. "Never mind, it's just skin. No big deal."Samantha hurries to the wardrobe and rummages through her dresses. When she finally finds something she likes to wear for today, which is a casual rosy dress, she immediately goes back to keep an eye on Morgan."How is he?", asks Samantha in a nonchalant tone upon entering the room. She sees Simon applying some green liquid on Morgan's injuries from the door and rushes towards them, shoving Simon away from the bed, and the latter falls on his butt on the floor. "What did you do, you motherfucker?"Simon picks himself up and gives Samantha a scrutinizing look, questioning her back, "And you? What are you doing?""Are you asking
Mrs Heirden kneels in front of Dr. Sebastian. Her knees are feeling sore from kneeling for so long, but the respectable doctor was ignoring her."Matilda, get up. Stop troubling him." Mr Heirden persuades his wife. He can't stand to watch her on her knees anymore."Don't touch me!" Mrs Heirden swings her husband's hand away. "I won't leave. I won't leave here until Dr. Sebastian agreed."The old woman crawls towards Dr. Sebastian, who was sitting on the table, pretending to do paper works. She holds his leg and keeps begging, "Dr. Sebastian, p-please, save my son. Please." She sobs. Her eyes were swollen and red for crying for so long. "I'm w-willing to do anything. Anything. I can be your slave. Just save my son.""Don't hold me, you disgusting old peasant!" Dr. Sebastian kicks her off, the old woman stumbles, lying on her back."Wife." Mr Heirden rushes to his wife and holds her up, as he shivers in both anger and disappointment. He shoots the doctor a dissatisfied look, and says, "
With a mask on, Samantha drops into the famous diner, and buys soups for Morgan, despite the huge crowd who was having their dinner.Laughter echoes all over the place. Different smells of dishes hovers the air; oily and greasy, chicken soups, and whatnots.Samantha wrinkles her nose with the odours. She finds it unpleasant and this kind of place has been disgusting to her. This is her first time entering this place. She once swore that she will not go to places like this. However, she has not realised that she has been standing in front of the counter for several minutes and that's her biggest achievement already."Is it done?", asks Samantha with slight impatience. "I'm in a hurry.""Give me a second, darling." The healthy woman smiles as her hands stuff a plastic of soup inside a paper bag. "It's done. Here."Samantha accepts the bag and takes a $20 bill from her pocket. When she's handing the money to the woman, she senses a vampire's aura. It is powerful, and carries the greates
*SAMANTHA*Hearing that scream, I immediately make a flight to rescue whoever is asking for my help, which is too out of my identity. Those who doesn't know my past will call me a traitor. But I don't care. Firstly, it's my own race who betrays me, and I will make them all experience how it feels like being betrayed. As for now, I don't want to talk about my past. It only infuriates me.So, this is how I am. I am protecting humans against my own race, and I'm not regretting it. I love doing this for the person I only cared, my only way to make them remember him.Honestly, sometimes I doubt myself if I am really a vampire. I am born as a coldblooded monster. I shall enjoy humans blood and kill without mercy, not protecting them. However, here I am, hurrying to protect people who have never been grateful of everything I have done for them, which again, I truly didn't care about. As of present, I only wants to enjoy the feeling of being able to protect people, something that I fail to
*AUTHOR'S POV*In a blink of an eye, Samantha disappears from where she initially is, and pops up at the rooftop, only to find nothing there other than the same powerful aura that she encounters in the squatter.'Is that vampire followed me up to here? Are they spying on me?' Samantha thinks, her hands ball into fists, cracking as her chest heaves in inexplicable anger. 'There's starting it again.'Samantha vanishes off and re-appears in front of Morgan's room. She plans to open the door and checks on him again, but her hand freezes midway.She steps back and stares at the door. She doesn't penetrate her vision this time. She then looks down and breathes deep as she says in mind, 'I hope I'm wrong. If I'm not, I hope I'm able to protect you against them'. Shortly after that, she leaves and enters her own room, throwing her back on the bed as she fixes her gaze on the red ceiling.Originally, at this kind of time, she is somewhere already, watching people as she drinks wine on the hig
Samantha doesn't hesitate to appear in front of Morgan, only to find him standing before the mirror, naked, eying himself up and down in horror as he sees the nail marks all over his body."Are you okay?", inquires Samantha, which is so stupid for her to ask that question as she can already see what exactly is happening to him. He is fine, obviously, but she still chooses him over others who are badly in need of her help.Morgan's chest heaves up and down violently as he sharply stares at Samantha through the mirror. "Leave." He coldly asks as he himself holding back his temper. "Are you happy to see me with these?""Yes. I'm happy. That only proves you're my possession." Samantha tries to act normally, but a part of her mind is telling her to rescue the people in the neighborhood. "You are carrying my marks. You can't deny me anymore." 'As if. That's not my mark at all. In a week, that will disappear. If I were to leave my mark on you, it's not this way.'Morgan grits his teeth. "Sh