Bloodbound Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The silence was the only speaker as the Martins ate their lunch. The three of them were sitting four squint chairs apart from each other, a long glass table supporting their food. From other’s perspectives, it’s hard to say whether or not they’re having a feast as they’ve been served with different kinds of dishes, all of which were placed on a silver platter. Two candelabra were facing each other, holding a pink candle danced by a pea-size flame. In addition to its barely visible light, a glass-made chandelier hanged just above the middle part of the high-arching ceiling, illuminating the roasted chicken with its minuscule bulb inside its bulb-shaped case. Zheira kept her eyes on her plate, trying to steady her breathing. She’d never truly appreciated their distance when eating together, but it’s a life-saver as of the moment. Knowing Melinda, if she noticed Zheira’s shaking body, she’d probably be fussy about it to the point she’d call their family doctor.With

The guard led Zheira to the front desk. He kept stealing glances over his shoulder, wondering why she’s thickly wrapped. Once, his eyes narrowed at the bulk on her hood, but he diverted his gaze every time she noticed him.They stopped at the neatly polished counter where a dunk lady who’s in her late twenties greeted them. She tucked some of her beetle-black hair to her ears. “A pleasant morning—err—ma’am?” She looked at Zheira from head to toe, but the guard bit his lips, his eyes bulging. She shrugged and tried to smile, forming instead a lopsided grin. “Uhm—I am Martha, your trusted front desk. I hope you’ve had a good journey.”Gulping, Zheira blinked, feeling the cold sweat streaming from her back. She kept her eyes on the tiled ground, afraid they’d be eye to eye.Two bellwomen stood beside the counter, bringing about three luggage bags, a smile on their faces. They were wearing a red, formal coat, with a black tie embossed with the hotel’s c

Zheira put her hand on the lower region of her stomach and stared at the curving point of the high-arching ceiling. After her phone slammed on the wall, she had no courage of picking it up. She wished that what she’d seen was a figment of her wild imagination, but a part of her kept whispering that all of it was true, that these suicide cases were really a product of the rising Vampires. It’s almost laughable, her thoughts, but it provided answers that, though she didn’t understand, gave her a preliminary idea of her fate. Like a novel’s protagonist who’s been lured to a place where her death awaits, she’d been attracted to New York. Unconscious no doubt the Martins were, it still pointed out that her mother’s change of heart might be one of the reasons why she had to face death’s rotting hands. Come to think of it, she didn’t even know why she’s been told to pack when Melinda just said it’s dangerous for her to go with them. Who would’ve changed her mind? Was it Theodor

Melinda walked back and forth outside the room while Robert sat on one of the wood benches, cupping his face. They’re both horrified with what they’ve seen that none of them uttered a single word as they wait for the operation to end. It was lucky for Melinda to have a doctor as a cousin. They couldn’t afford to call a doctor they knew not, considering the oddity of their childIt was hard for her to set aside her and Theodore’s differences, but if it’s for her daughter, she pretty much could do almost anything. It has been three hours or so after they called Theodore, but he did not leave the room yet. All they could do was to pray their daughter was holding on to the string of life. They couldn’t afford to lose her. Not now, not ever.According to Martha, one of the hotel’s front desk, there was a woman who fell on the rooftop. They didn’t know it was Ms. Martin until Melinda told them. To her anger, she pledged to sue them if her child wouldn’t wake up.

Melinda breathed heavily. The sight of her dying husband was too much for her. All she could do was wrapped her knees with her arms and cry her heart out. It’s as if a thick metal was pounding inside her, crashing her system into pieces.There was a sloppy sound as Zheira’s soul drained the blood out of Robert’s neck. Melinda wanted to cover her ears, but her muscles seemed to be frozen. She buried her face to her knees and grieved her husband. The years they’ve been together were a treasure she wanted to go back to. If only she could bear a child, they shouldn’t have adopted an entity that’s inhabited by a monster.She looked up when Zheira murmured something. Her hands were clenched as she wiped the blood off her mouth. Melinda put her hands on her mouth, stopping the urge to vomit. Her husband’s blood was dripping out of her daughter’s mouth. Such a gruesome sight to behold. She knew better, though. Her daughter was sweet, kind, and caring; unlike this