บททั้งหมดของ The Vampire's Red Pellet : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Sorah’s POV.- “Hey, Upma” As my greeting flies from my lips, everything goes still suddenly, filling the air with tension for whatever danger is forthcoming. But it’s only a norm for me as I remain in wait for it to show itself. Swiftly, the branch rattles rigorously, raining leaves, droplets of rainwater, and tiny shrapnels which lasts only for a second before a huge black blur zips out of the cover of the leaves and smaller branches. My eyes follow the blur as it lands on the ground, and I smile widely when I meet deep black orbs staring back at me. I begin to roll up the sleeves of my blouse as I push away from the door and step down the old concrete porch steps. “I think it’s time we set the pups out, don’t you think?” I suggest, stepping away from the last step and onto the damp mowed lawn. “They’re stable now, and I’ve stuffed them real good”. Upma is a large wild cat- A black Panther to be precise. Grandmother tamed and raised him since he was a cub, and ever since, he’

Sorah’s POV.- “Gotcha” I gasp and my body shudders from cold shivers as my back presses firmly against a hard chest, and cruel laughter rings against my ears through the thick waves of my hair. My body kicks into defense quickly, flailing my limbs to break me free from his iron grip. “Oh, come on sweetheart, you’re breaking my heart with your petty resistance, you know” Why does he keep hitting on me? Has he no shame he’s getting married to my younger sister in a few days? What nonsense am I even on about now? Have I forgotten the kind of rotten man he is? “W-what do y-you w-want f-from me? Why d-do you k-keep c-coming after me?” Oh no, my fears are spiking up again. I can feel my chest thumping loudly from the race of my heart, and my nervous energy is evoking cold sweat across my skin. He refuses to let go of me and further spikes my fear when he fastens me against his body. “I’ve been thinking about it since last night, sweetheart. What would Stella look like when she sees

Sorah’s POV.-“Don’t you dare touch me, filthy human woman.”Yeah, I’ve heard that before.Such effusive hostility in his blazing narrowed crimsons rattle me with fear, but for some reason or so, I can’t cower in fear and recline away from this enamoring stranger. Rather, I’m taken in his impeccable stunning looks.Fortunately, no abrasions are tarnishing his model face. Discard the full-blown scowl of apprehension contorting his face and making his eyes scary, he’s the most attractive male I’ve ever seen in movies, real life- not like I’ve seen many men in reality. Even the men in the novels I read will be stripped of their pride when they see him.“Have you no manners or are you simply dumb? Don’t stare at me like some candy you bought”Again, he speaks in a voice that rattles me to my very bones, intent to infuse fright in me and make me cripple before him. But I merely blink my eyes in confusion and wonderment, shoving his rude hostility aside to press forward and dra

Sorah’s POV.-“So, what’s this I’ve been hearing about the hidden princess of the Strauneuff family getting engaged to the unrivaled Vampire Hunter prodigy, Devon Claude?”I’m in trouble.The ecstatic energy electrifying my body ceases its gushing current and brings about the falter and rescind of my mood. Mortiz becomes intrusive, clearly not going to accept my reel into the cover of my fragile whorls.“There’s no hurry,” She scoffs and reaches for my hand, forgetting all about Upma and the bag of souvenirs. “You’re gonna either spill it all, or I force it out of you one way or the other”Her adamance rattles me as I gulp in fear of the implications of her words as she starts to pull me toward the cottage. My chest cramps suddenly and I stop walking, a wave of panic hitting me.We can’t go in! I haven’t told Mortiz, and I can’t risk anyone else coming to know of the man in my cottage with me.“What is it? Are you ready to start dishing answers?” Mortiz corners me with a hard

Sorah's POV.-He's a Vampire.I remain still as stone, eyes tearing wider as a tremendous bout of fear I never felt before increasingly dawns on my being. I feel cold, the air feels stuffy and thick, I can’t respire and my heart is implosive chaos. The poor auburn rattles her body, dying as her skin grows paler by the second. The color is almost out of her dull skin, her white chapped lips tremble as if in desperation to push out her dying call for help. Her eyes are partly open, almost as if she’s in a trance as they sink in, and quiet trails of tears glide out from them. The sinister sound crackling in the air is that of the great strength he quips to grip the back of her head and her shoulder to make a wider way for him to devour her neck. My ears twitch painfully from the creepy noise of his greedy feast, his beastly pants, and the amplifying clattering of the tray in my hands. I let a Vampire into the cottage. I brought in an enemy and kept him under my roof. I kept him so cl