Milas finally opened his eyes and saw the stainless white ceiling above him. He felt the softness of the bed luring him back to sleep but he resisted and tried to find out where he was. The room he was in looked like a smaller version of the one he had in Deogratius' mansion. Milas flexed the muscles across his body to check the functionality of his body. Everything was normal and there was no proof of his wounds. The healing capabilities of his vampire body never ceased to amaze him.The door opened when he was wondering if he should stand up or go back to sleep. A tall woman with gravity defying breasts stood there with one of the special flasks that stored blood. She made eye contact with Milas and immediately frowned. Milas was not expecting such a reaction from someone he'd just met."You slaves always get into trouble and have to get treated. You should know that vampires don't exactly know how to treat the injured. I am hired to take care of the wounded and even I don't know ho
Milas was not expecting to meet this person here of all places. He hoped that the person had forgotten him but a punch that broke his nose dashed those hopes. Milas covered his nose to reduce the bleeding but more gushed from his mouth when he was kicked in the chest. Milas was on his knees when another kick threw him back through the double doors behind him. He skidded on the smooth floor before coming to a stop. He looked at the receptionist who only pointed at the door. Milas understood the warning and crossed his arms to block the incoming kick. The force behind it was rather weak and it took Milas a little too long to figure out that it was a feint.The real attack resulted into a shoe print on his face and Milas laying on his back. The girl then proceeded to stomp on him like she was trying to kill a bug. Milas finally caught her leg and twisted it forcing her to kneel. He then punched her exposed side making her flinch. He grabbed the back of her head and slammed her down befo
Milas was in shock of the results of the punishment. He was used to the concept of having his ass handed to him but the fact that the beating wouldn't stop till both of them gave up really pissed him off. Worst of all was that most of his wounds came from Veruca and not Claus. Milas could clearly remembered the moment it began. He had been in the middle of dodging Claus' punch when he saw that Veruca had her back to him.Milas endured the follow up fist to his ribs from Claus and charged at Veruca. Any other man would feel bad about blind siding a girl but Milas treated all enemies equally. Veruca's battle instincts warned her of the threat and she instinctively ducked. This gave Milas an unexpected opportunity as his original plan was to knee her in the gut. Her delicate face collided with the fast moving knee and produced a sickening sound.Veruca had hit the wall and everyone froze except for Milas. He vented his frustrations on Aileen by punching her while she was dazed. Milas pre
The crescent moon hung in the sky with a legion of stars around it. The magnificence and splendor of such a sight was ruined by the darkness enveloping the land. This was one of the few nights in the Darklands when the sky was cloudless. It would have been a lovers paradise especially for hot blooded teenagers if they weren't stuck in class.Milas learnt with a surprise that vampires held their classes at night. The only day class was at noon and it was a half hour long sun resistance training compulsory for everyone. He also learnt that it was the responsibility of the parents or guardians to provide a ring of shade to their kids. Everyone was wearing one but a few weren't as they had taken them off.He was scanning the faces of those in the classroom and didn't notice Asher. Milas assumed that he might be in another class since his class only had about half the population. He was staring at the faces of other students to memorize them when a thin man in a cloak walked in. The entire
Time passed in a flash and a bell rang in the hallway to indicate the end of the lesson. Some students seemed to have formed groups while others like Milas kept to themselves. Milas was about to use the bracelet to point him to the next class when he saw Aileen walking towards the door with a small green arrow floating above her left wrist.The design of her bracelet was a purple tiger with sky blue stripes. Milas had noticed that everyone had a unique design ranging from creatures to weapons, armours and even items. There were also people who still had the plain black design but no one seemed to know or care what it meant. Milas knew that he'd find out eventually and decided to follow Aileen to the next class."What the heck do you think you're doing you pervert?" Aileen said in a strained whisper like she could barely stop herself from screaming. She was staring holes into Milas who had his hand on her shoulder."I'm accompanying you to the next class. Remember that I haven't acted
The line was moving swiftly as there were many students with the warrior class. Milas was wondering what class he would get. "I want something special. The warrior class sounds way too common. What if I don't even get a class since I wasn't born a vampire? But what if I'm like the originals since I was turned? That would be awesome but troublesome as I don't want all the attention. Ugh! This is stressful. I'll just have to deal with whatever happens when it happens cause there's no use thinking about it now."Milas was lost in his thoughts when he heard a few gasps. He looked at the tubes and saw something very strange. The multicolored chaos energy was high but so was the pitch black aver. The weirdest thing was the ash grey shadow element. It had remained steady for everyone else but it was low for the teenager. It was barely able to reach the quarter mark. The student in question was number twenty three who looked stunned by the result."Congratulations kid, your class is the rare
The large brown eyes looked deep into his soul like they were searching for any speck of evil that Milas had in there. It was a weird moment for Milas who wasn't used to maintaining eye contact with others, well except for the cute female servant back at the mansion. The difference was that he was the one toying with her emotions but this girl was just staring at him like his face was a map to lead her back home. It was uncomfortable to say the least."Well I don't really want to trouble you." The girl said in a meek voice. The amount of vulnerability that she showed him made it impossible for Milas to just walk away. There was something inside him that just refused to let him leave no matter how much his mind tried to convince him to move."Don't worry about it, you can tell me anything. I don't want to see you crying when I know that I could've helped. If I can't help I'll be happy to give you a shoulder to cry on." Milas was surprised by how gentle he sounded. This was not the same
Confusion and desperation reigned in Milas' mind as he tried to remember more details of the memory. The only thing he was sure of was that the little girl was his sister but even that didn't feel right. Why did she look nothing like him? He tried to ignore this and think of other things. The other question he asked himself was why a beast was lying dead in the room.The place looked like a bedroom and the fact that he woke up on a bed strengthened this thought. So why did it look like he had fought the beast in that place? And why did both his body and the little girl act so casual despite the hellish scene? Could it be that something like that had happened before? And the girl had gone to call her father, does it mean that the father knew about the beast? And what kind of crazy parent would leave a kid in a room with a wolf? Milas had to stop thinking about the memory as he felt a splitting headache. He looked at Step who seemed obsessed with his face. They stared at each other til