"Thanks so much, I won't forget," the girl said before leaving. Vivian looked around, and it seemed no one else was coming to her counter, so she relaxed her head backward on her seat, closed her eyes, and the first image she saw was Eric's. He had such a beautiful face, just so perfect, she thought. And his voice, oh, what a lovely voice he had, bassy but yet very sweet to the ears. He spoke with much authority and without fear, Vivian thought. She was deep into her thoughts of him that it sounded as if she was hearing his voice for real, it sounded as if he was right there with her... That's because, in actuality, he was there. "Vivian," Damian called out again behind the counter, staring awkwardly at Vivian, who seemed to be daydreaming or whatever it was she was doing. The sounds of Damian's voice were becoming louder and louder than Vivian had to open her eyes. "E R I C!" she exclaimed in shock that she lost her balance on the chair and went falling to the ground. But Damia
[Outside the Building of Great Hill High] "Is she still not picking up your calls, Clara?" Anna asked, her voice filled with concern. "Yeah, she's not. I don't know what's wrong," Clara said, her frustration evident in her tone. "Maybe she's busy with something, probably on a hot date, and her lips are tied up right now, you know what I mean?" Anna said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. "Really? Was that supposed to be funny? Because it wasn't. You just grossed me out," Clara said, her disgust palpable. Anna laughed. "Not even a little? Come on, it was kinda funny." "No, not at all," Clara said, her voice flat and unamused. Just then, Anna's mom drove by in her Toyota Camry and honked a few times. "Oh, my mom's here. I gotta go. Maybe I can ask her if it would be possible to drop you off," Anna said, her voice rushed. "No, don't bother. I don't want to inconvenience anyone. Besides, our distinctions are quite opposite from each other," Clara said, resigned to the fact that
Mathias turned to face Clara, and she immediately understood what he meant. Clara quickly brought out the broken laptop from her bag, her hands shaking slightly as she handed it over to Mathias. “This,” Mathias said, showing the man the laptop with a hint of desperation in his voice. “Let me see it,” the man said, his tone serious and businesslike. He widened his palms for Mathias to place the broken laptop on them, which Mathias did with a deep breath. “How did this happen?” he asked, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of the laptop. “It was a mistake. Tell us, can you fix it or not?” Clara interjected, her voice slightly shaky. “It's damaged really badly, but not beyond repair. However, you will have to show me your receipt first,” the man said, his expression stern. “What receipt?” Clara asked, her confusion evident. “Receipt for the laptop, the one given to you on purchase. I have to know it belongs to you. I can't work on it without seeing the receipt first,” the man explain
“Tell me one thing, why do you keep referring to the child as a "he"? What if the child is actually a "she"? Aren't you even a little curious to know the gender of your own child? This is your own flesh and blood we're talking about. And what if there are actually twins - a boy and a girl? Don't you want to make any effort to find out and see them?" Vivian asked, trying to ignite Eric's curiosity and longing. "....." Damian attempted to speak, but he was too overwhelmed with emotions. Sensing his emotional turmoil, Vivian stood up from her seat and went over to him. "It's okay to be scared of rejection. That doesn't mean you're weak; it only means you have a heart. And like every other heart, it yearns to be loved - the love of a woman, as well as the love of a child," Vivian said gently and empathetically, placing her hand over his heart to feel its beat. Damian stared at her, feeling her compassion and understanding. He could sense that she believed in him as a good man, and that
"You too," Adams said before ending the call, his voice sounding drained and tired. "Who was that?" Lara asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "My friend," Adams replied, his voice barely above a whisper, as he sat down heavily on the bed. "A boy? Or a girl?" she asked, her voice light and playful, trying to cheer him up. "What do you care?" Adams snapped, his words laced with frustration. "Ouch, that hurt my feelings. I do care," she said, her voice filled with concern, as she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You looked really tense, why don't I ease your tension a little bit," she suggested, climbing onto the bed and starting to massage his shoulders from the back. She kept massaging his shoulders and whispered words of comfort into his ear, "I know you are thinking of yourself as a prisoner and this huge mansion is your prison cell but it can be something more different than that," she whispered, then turned his face to hers and planted her lips on his, trying to distr
Clara removed the duvet covering her body and then rolled out of bed, feeling exhausted and groggy. As she got up, she stumbled towards the bathroom to wash her face, her eyes still puffy from crying. Opening the tap water in the sink, she sprinkled some of the running water on her face with both hands, hoping to feel refreshed. "Why do I keep having nightmares?" she asked her reflection in the mirror, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. She splashed the water on her head from her blonde hair to the rest of her face, then dried it up with a face towel, trying to calm herself down. Meanwhile, her mom, Dr. Ellen, was at the door stairs in the kitchen making breakfast, her mind still reeling from her encounter with her long-lost lover, Damian. She tried her best to focus on her cooking, but her hands were shaking as she cracked the eggs, her heart still racing with emotions. She was baking some cake in the oven and had eggs waiting to be fried also. She was busy with her kitc
“You are right, in everything you said. I am heartless, and I won't deny that fact. I am not a good guy, in fact, I am as bad as they come. I can end someone's life as fast as you can blink an eye, and yes, I killed those men, but in fact, they weren't people, nor were they innocent, as you are trying to paint them,” Damian said coldly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity. Vivian could feel her heart racing in her chest, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. “What do you mean they weren't people?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why don't I tell you more while seated? Or are you scared I would hurt you too?” Damian said, a wicked grin spreading across his face, making Vivian feel even more uneasy. “I am not scared of you,” she said, trying to sound brave, but her voice trembled slightly. “Good, then let me have a seat, and I will tell you everything. It's quite a juicy tale,” Damian said, and Vivian couldn't help but wonder what kind of person could find plea
"I promise... but what do you think they want again this time?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. "He said they want my end. I think they want to finish what their ancestors couldn't 300 years ago – to end the great reign of Eric Damian," he said plainly. "But that's impossible, right? I mean, you are immortal and all that. They surely know they stand no chance coming up against you," Vivian said, her voice filled with disbelief and confusion. "Well, they are no fools. Something really strange is happening in this town. Witches hate vampires, especially witches from the Red Spider coven. They view vampires as a great plague on the earth, and they would not hesitate to kill one when they have the chance... but clearly, the man that attacked you and is pretending to be me is a vampire, and he is clearly working with the witches. A vampire, a member of the Red Spider Coven? I never thought I would see such a day," Damian said, his voice laced with shock and disbelief. "So, what