For my twenty years of career, it is my first time to find out that upon waking up, my jaw is all wet and sticky. I touched the the dried up saliva which begins to rot on my preciously white smooth facial face. Ugh. Disgusting. I mean, who would have thought that an epidermal expert like me will one day, or night, have my face smell like rotten liquid?
I wasted no time to wipe my face with my sleeve. Ugk. A wealthy and famous epidermal expert like me don't even have face towel to wipe my face? What would people say? I'll be totally shamed! If this goes public, my reputation is ruined. The company will terminate my rights and I will be kicked out of my boss' office right away. It's not that I'm worried that my boss gets angry. Duh? I don't give a heck to an old oily fatty juicy bald curly-haired old man. Wait, I did say old. I'm just worried that my salary will get cut-off or I'll be fired out, and oh! I just had the best skin expert award I received this Saturday so all topics are surely pointed to me. And I even rescheduled my date for my boyfriend (edit: soon-to-be boyfriend) Jason Scott, a hot Caucasian male who loves soccer. Poor Jason. He just had a leg injury recently and I plan to date him this Saturday but have to be moved because of the awarding ceremony and now I just have to dress up like Cinderella, kiss and make up, and ready to go. I should be there now by ten pm, but my digital watch shows glowing 10:30.
So am late again. Tell me, who did experienced such kind of disaster aside from me? No one! I'm about to lose my boyfried soon-to-be because of tardiness and I might also lose my career because of dozing off under live broadcast.
Wait, did I just said live broadcast? What!!? My tablet was still on and the camera is still recording live! And I just videoed myself sleeping with saliva dripping off! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
This cannot be happening! I did not turn off the camera but put off my brightest smile while sneak looking at the live comments. I have many followers. My face alone could attract thirty million handsome hunks and twenty million aspiring models. What if they all watched the live feed? What if? Then I'm really doomed! But atleast, among those fifty million followers, ninety-nine percent are loyal and are hardcore fans. One percent can screw off.
I stared at the comments.
"Yuck! Eew! Kadiri!"
"Is that really my goddess? Why did she looked like a swine? oops. She's awake."
"Hahahahađđ She is literally drooling! Mwahahahaa!!!"
"Ugh. What a disgusting *****. I wish I never knew her."
"Aha! I know she is truly ygly. She is just pretending."
"She is lying to all of us! Screw her!!"
"Yes! That's right! Ban her!"
"Pound her!"
"Again and again!"
Kkkkk... W-wh-why? why? My fans. My followers. They all just, turned back? What the hell! What happened to 'I'll follow you forever, to the moon or hell' and 'You are my goddess. I love you Dei!'? What happened to morality? What happened to basic human justice? What happened?!
Y-ya!!! Crush! I'll crush you, you hating gadget! It's because of you that I lost my followers! If only I took the advise of my mother not to buy anything today, this would have not happened!
Grrrr. I hate you!
I threw the gadget away unto the car window. Huh? Why is the car not moving? We are in the middle of a desolate road with no streetlights and forest by the side. The driver is frozen on the front seat with his hands still on the steering wheel. What are you doing, you stupid male driver? You are supposed to be driving the car! And to drive is not to push out the car but to press the accelerator and steer the steering wheel. Wats so hard bout that?
"Male car driver?"
No reply.
"Male car driver?"
Still no reply. Come on. Atleast grunt or something? Are you dumb, man? Or simply deaf?
I shook his shoulder but he wouldn't utter a single response. It seems he is sleeping. My hand's force made him slip past the seat and he fell down.
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! He's bleeding! He's bleeding! Quick! Come on! Call the ambulance to send in the hospital! I mean call in the hospital to send in the ambulance!
Oh right, I just thrown my gadget over the window. What should I do?
I kicked the door open and out of the car I walked out with my high tiptoe hills clanking with the silent road. Come on. Where's the tablet? Where's the tablet? Oh it's there. It's lying at the other side of the road. As I went to pick it, headlights suddenly flashed in front and I screamed out.
Screetch! The car, by the grace of God, stopped quick before I should be sent tumbling away from the impact, which did not come. I opened my eyes.
"Ah?"
The owner of the car was not seen due to the dark tint of his car glass. But I can still espy. Red. Red glowing pair of eyes. And they're staring at me!
"Gasp!"
I literally felt my heart stopped beating and blood pressure dropping at a very low point. My brain was frozen and failed to register the event that is happening. The eyes. They scare me. They are eyes of demon, a beast, an abomination of darkness. And that creeps was enough to solidify my backbone.
Thankfully, the red glowing eyes vanished and I was finally able to breathe. The driver of the car got out.
A male. Of course. He was tall, he was slender, and wore fashioned clothes and jacket of black. His hair is combed back in a pineapple spike which gives great contrast to his handsome cute face. Before I knew it, I was captivated by his green shade eyes which looks at me in deadpan expression.
"He-hello."
The guy stared at my eyes for half a minute before he frowned. What's with that look? Come on. Don't stare at me like that. I feel that my cheeks might burn up in hotness. Thankfully (or not), he looked away.
"How are you, Boss?", he said not daring to face me.
Wait. I'm sure I heard it wrong but, did he just say 'boss'?
He continued. "It's been a while but I haven't forgotten. Forgive me if I showed up just now."
Ehhhh?? What?? What is this hot guy telling me? What do you mean haven't forgotten? What do you mean it's been a while? Did we met up in the past? Perhaps you are one of the seventy person I dated last year? But I would surely remember such a handsome fella.
Or perhaps, he is mistaken?
"The Corps is already fully exterminated. Their leader and general in commands hath all died in the battle. Now, we are taking their fleets and rest of their workers to our base. Don't worry, Master. I ensure you that none of their MoonDemon warriors have escaped. We have even captured one of their laboratory test subject Zero. We are currently preparing for the future days to come. The Outbreak will soon come, maybe in two or three days time. Master, I understand your passions and dreams but you have to come back now and manage us again. The plan's success rate is much higher within your hands."
I was dumbstruck. Truly, I have no idea is he talking about. There was a part of me that understands the information and wants to respond. But what I'm going to say? That I agree with whatever plan he is talking about? I'm sure he have mistaken me for someone. But I know he is dangerous. If I tell him the truth, he might kill me rightaway.
"Uhm." I composed myself and thought of any possible response to say. My throat is dry and my tongue is thirsty, something must have lodged in my mouth that I cannot spit any word. Still, I need to answer! I won't show hesitation else he'll figure out I'm bluffing.
"Kuhum! That's good, man. I appreciate your hard work. I will surely reward you handsomely. All right, we'll go. But I first need to go home and wash up and change my clothes. I'm not so comfortable wearing these." I said as calmly as possible. But in truth my legs are jelly and will bend down any moment.
"Hurhur. Haven't you have more than enough clothes in your mansion? Let's go. I'll bring you there."
Gulp. Mansion? Really? I forced a smile. Thank God he wasn't looking at me else he'll see through my facade. "Okay. But I'll have to relieve my bladder for now. Wait for me." Without waiting for a reply, I walked away from him and towards the gadget at the other side of the road.
It was so dark so I have trouble looking for the thing. And it's cold and creepy. There were bushes and trees towering, casting shadows over the moonlight.
I looked back towards him. He was looking the opposite. That's good. I searched for the damn tablet, grasping and sweeping over the grasses and bushes until I heard a rustle.
Rustle. Rustle.
The bushes out there are rustling. I paid no attention to it because it might be just monkeys or apes but it could also be a wolf!
Who would have thought, that me, a skin expert and a celebrity in a nice dress in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere would find a devilishly handsome guy driving a hot branded black car who mistook me for someone? And I know he's different. He's no human. He might be a ghoul or a vampire or something. But I'm sure he really isn't human. If vampires are real, then there might be also werewolves? The urban legens and myths about this creatures, the characters featured in fantasy books are actually real? And who would have thought that I'm correct.
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!"