Noah screamed and fell backward in fear, cowering at the sight of Halsey's bloody fangs. The screams of those behind him also sent a shrill down his spine. However, when seconds passed and he felt no pain or movement, he slowly opened his eyes and peeked through his fingers. Before him stood two people, a beautiful woman and handsome man. The man gently cradled an unconscious Halsey in his arms while the woman looked straight at Noah. He quickly got up. How could such a dignified person like him be on the floor because of a little girl! What nonsense!"Hey, take your stray and leave here!" He hissed, getting up on his feet and regaining his composure. Elise frowned, her pitiful eyes changing to that of annoyance. "Sometimes I wish I could stand by and watch ungrateful people like you die." "What did you say? Do you have any idea who I am? Who you're talking to and whose home you're in?" He asked speechless, surprised that the girl didn't view him as anything. Even if the family'
"What did you say happened when you met with Aster? Are you sure you're alright?" Layla asked worriedly as she handed the chicken soup she made to Collette. For a week now, Collette had remained in her room after the incident with Aster, refusing to say a word. Her silence was slowly messing with Layla's bolt as it made her very worried. A knock sounded on the door before it was pushed open. Layla glanced behind her and hissed when she saw Adair. He was the one who brought Collette back home. When Layla tried to continue her bullying, Adair kindly reminded her of the things she had stolen from her daughter."What are you doing here?" Layla hissed silently, careful not to be heard by him. But how could she know that the thousand year old vampire behind her heard anything as long as the words were said. He smiled to himself and stepped into the room fully, closing the door halfway. The man walked up to Layla and looked into her eyes, "Leave and let me have a brief discussion with m
In Elise's laboratoryHalsey was awake and she was trying her best to reach the blood bag which Elise held in front of her."You think she's going to take it?" Kendall asked, walking close to them whilst massaging the side of his neck. He had been sleeping for a long time. His shoes stepped on something and he glanced down to see blood. "Why is there blood on the floor? Did a human come in?" "No." Elise shook her head, returning the blood bag to the fridge. "I'm conducting an experiment. I place the blood bag in front of her, the smell gets into her nose and intoxicates her, then she frantically reaches for it and drinks it, but throws out everything as soon as she's done." "Oh, that explains the blood on the floor. Right." Kendall nodded, looking up at Halsey. "I honestly feel pity for her.""She's a kid who was turned to a vampire at the wrong time and for the wrong reason. Martha is just heartless." Elise hissed, folding both hands underneath her bosoms. The door to the laborat
The Kingston family residenceThe whole house buzzed with activities as they eagerly prepared for the wedding of the century. Up on the balcony was Clinton, overlooking the event. Robin walked up to him and did the same. Then after a while, he asked, "It's unlike you to host a party." "People form new habits every day, Robin. Besides, I just got elected as chairman. So why are you so surprised that I'm hosting a party?" Clinton retorted without looking at his brother. Robin scoffed and turned to face his brother squarely. "Because I know you've never really been the party type. You don't even celebrate your own birthdays because it requires you to throw a party. So why exactly are you in collaboration with Abel Devon to throw this party which has been rumored to be the party of the century?" Clinton didn't answer. He kept on looking at the living room which was slowly becoming really beautiful. "The last time I checked, brother, I don't owe you an explanation over what I do." He
The party was hosted in the entire manor of the Kingston family. There was not enough space to contain all the guests, so four other manors beside them was bought. As the time for the party neared, people trooped in and were led to their seats according to the colour of their invites. The ones who had diamond plated onto their invite occupied the front seat, the ones who had gold invites stayed in the middle and the ones with silver stayed at the back.However, there was another table in front of those with diamond invite. It had only four seats. It soon sparked up debate amongst the guests regarding who it might belong to. "It belongs to the Kingston family themselves." Someone said."The Kingston family are more than four." Another person argued. "It might be for the very important people in the family." The first person retorted. Just then, Clinton climbed down the stairs with the rest of the Kingston family. Under everyone's watchful gaze, they walked to the section where tho
Collette watched Aster apprehensively. Not because she was scared of her, but because Adair had explained the reason Aster had bitten her. Something flickered in Aster's eyes when she noticed this. They were far from the party and the music coming from the hall was barely audible. “I'm sorry I bit you.” Aster apologized with a straight face. Collette had a nostalgic feeling as she subconsciously reached for the spot where Aster had sunk her fangs into whilst saying, “It's fine. I was told that newly born vampires have a hard time controlling their urges.” Aster paused for a moment before she nodded. “But I do have a question.” Collette continued, looking into Aster's eyes, “Why didn't you tell me Martha turned you into a vampire?” “I'm sired to her, which means I do whatever she wants me to do. She didn't want me to contact you until recently.” Aster half-lied. It was true that she was sired to Martha, but Martha never asked her not to see Collette or talk to her best friend li
In a bungalow, Morris held a bloody looking man by his hair as he used it to yank the man's head up. The man's nose was already broken and his lips had torn beyond measure. Morris held a bloody knife on his other hand. It was obvious he had used it on the man. "Where's that bastard you serve?" Morris asked with a devilish smile. Although scared, the man didn't let his guard down as he spat out, "So what if you kill me? He has thousands of other soldiers! Adair Huxley only has 200 of you!" Morris' smile deepened as he released the man's hair and reached for something in his pocket. He smeared the substance all over the knife and took it closer to the man again. He turned him over with a foot, then squatted next to him and drew lines on the man's face. The man yelled in pain as soon as the knife came in contact with his cheeks. "Stop whining so much. Even humans don't scream this high." Morris teased as he continued drawing the lines, paying a deaf ear to the man's incessant scr
“Aster Maron isn't dead. Adair is holding her hostage.” Tucker told Martha afterward. “He is? That's so unlike him.” Kelvin commented from where he sat. “His wife begged him not to kill Aster. So, he's just holding Aster hostage.” Tucker chuckled. He walked to the counter and poured himself a drink. “And how do you know all these?” Martha asked, her eyes following his every movement. Tucker smiled as he emptied the first shot of bourbon. “You really don't think you're the only ones I have keeping an eye on Adair, do you?” “I know.” Martha exhaled and leaned back comfortably. Tucker sounded way too confident, so she knew he had a card up his sleeve. It wasn't just a card, but one he knew would make him emerge victorious if he really used it. Closing her eyes for a brief second, her mind flashed back to the first time she met him a thousand years ago. After Adair killed her entire family and ran away, Tucker somehow found his way into their home. He was able to save Kelvin, wh