The day was approaching when they all had a sumptuous meal that made Daniela so confused to death. Towards midnight, after dinner, Lavelle, who had fallen asleep, immediately kicked the thick blanket that wrapped her body. She felt a reasonably intense movement on her bed. She immediately opened her eyes, then slowly blinked a few times, trying to focus, and looked at the clock on the wall in front of her.
Feeling a little dizzy and full, she slowly got up, and then, with a bit of stagger, she stepped to reach the doorknob because she didn't see the attractive man named Theophile there. She felt a little nervous when she always had terrible thoughts about crazy psychopaths in psychological horror films that she'd been watching a lot lately. The light bulbs that lit along the hallway leading to a small room for watching television in the cabin were still on, faintly Lavelle also still heard the sound of a midnight television broadcast, but when she got to the room, she saw Mark and Shotaro already asleep on the sofa with a pose, which was incredibly weird.
She immediately descended the stairs when she felt really thirsty, ignoring the television which was still on. Then the small light with the sensor flashed, making a flash of black shadow sparkle quickly in front of Lavelle. The girl gasped but still tried to look calm and rushed to get a glass of water from the fridge.
Lavelle faintly realized that a man had been sneaking out of the back door, and Lavelle recognized the clothes the man was wearing were the clothes worn by Theophile. Lavelle was amazed at Theophile when she realized that Theophile was walking so fast without carrying a flashlight or any lighting, even though the surroundings were pitch black. Lavelle didn't finish her drink, then she immediately took out her cellphone and turned on the flashlight from her cellphone. Silently she tried to follow Theophile and find out where the attractive man had gone.
With a bit of confusion and settling, Lavelle trailed off Theophile's footprints that were left on the ground because three hours ago, it rained heavily and made some of the loose ground around the cabin hellish, but it helped Lavelle to follow Theophile. Lavelle thought with a bit of surprise at Theophile's strangeness. Theophile could walk so fast without the slightest light. Unknowingly, she lost track of the handsome man.
"Where has he gone? I thought I was caught off guard by removing a piece of clay. Why is she out of my sight," Lavelle said quietly when she realized Theophile was out of sight.
A broken branch in the corner of the forest that sounded so scary made Lavelle feel so afraid in the middle of the darkness of the forest. She flinched, feeling small in the darkness, even though she still had the cellphone to guide her way. However, when it was a night like this in the middle of the forest, Lavelle couldn't decide where to go other than guessing something sinister. She only hoped that Theophile was toying with her and would soon appear from a corner to surprise her.
A voice so strange was heard from the bushes. Lavelle could only gulp her saliva with difficulty and tried to shine her flashlight on the bushes to find out what was behind the bushes even though she was also feeling so horrified. Every now and then, she turned her flashlight around to look for Theophile's whereabouts at that moment, because she was sure that Theophile was really playing a prank on her.
The cold air around her seemed to make her shake slightly and shiver, and when she tried to move her feet, following the footprint guidance, it only stopped at a point while tightening the bonds of her very thin pajamas. Reluctantly, she also shouted the attractive man's name to come out of hiding and accompany Lavelle back to the cabin.
"Hahaha!"
A laugh that was so scary that Lavelle tiptoed backward in fear. Lavelle didn't know what she heard earlier was reality or just the effect of the medicine she was taking. Lavelle was even more surprised when she saw a sinister man suddenly behind her, when she turned her head, and the man was not Theophile but a horrifying creature with a tuxedo and a robe in red and black shades. He had very sharp fangs and a luminous eye.
"W-who are you?" asked Lavelle, frightened.
The man laughed louder, then answered Lavelle's question with a bit of pressure, "Should I answer such a stupid question, sweet lady? You're in the wrong area, and I think you deserve to be at dinner."
"What do you mean?" Lavelle said, then tried to walk back.
"Oh, apparently, you dare to yell at me in my own territory? How dare you do that? The scent of your blood is really fragrant and tempting. I don't know what kind of human you are with such captivating blood," muttered the creepy man, getting closer.
"DON'T COME CLOSE! OR I'LL KICK YOUR HEAD! I AM A TAEKWONDO ATHLET!" cried Lavella hysterically as she continued to shine her flashlight in the man's face.
"Keep that fuckin' flashlight out of my face, sweetie. I can still see you in the dark," said the man, grinning.
"Stay away from me! Please don't bother me! Or me--"
"What do you want to do, huh? Are you hoping that you can run away from me? You won't be able to do it even if you scream until your vocal cords are cut. No one will help you," interrupted the threatening man.
"Don't come closer! Stay away from me!"
"Oh, damn bitch, turn off that flashlight, or I'll kill you," snapped the man answering the flashlight in Lavelle's grip, and gripping Lavelle's jaw that had been blown to the ground-among the fallen leaves of dry berk.
Lavelle winced in pain as some of the man's sharp fingernails pierced the skin of her jaw, causing a stinging sensation there. Lavelle groaned in pain as she begged the man to release his grip, but the man laughed in an indefinable tone.
"Let me go!" asked Lavelle.
"Don't expect me to let you go, you damn woman!" snorted the man, slapping Lavella.
***
Lavelle awoke to the sound of the bells ringing loudly as well as the sound of thousands of sparrows squeaking frantically around her. She was surprised when she realized that the room she was in this time was not hers. However, before she had time to do all of that, a firm-handed her to get up. A moment later, Lavelle smelled a scent of lavender and mint in the room.
"You're still unsteady, don't get out."
"Th-Theophile?"
"Stupid."
"You ...."
"Who told you to follow me like that? You're endangering your own safety," Theophile grumbled.
"I only ...."
"I punished Hendery this morning because he dared to touch you and even hurt you." cut Theophile.
"Hendery?"
A knock interrupted their conversation. Theophile answered the knock. Asking someone who'd been knocking on the door to come in-a middle-aged woman with blonde hair and purple and white wings entered along with a handsome man in a shiny black coat and red robe.
"Mr. Theophile Blanc, I've prepared the food that you asked for. I've also told some of the servers to prepare a bathtub filled with lukewarm water with aromatherapy. French rose essence and Lavender flower."
"Well, have they done it?" asked Theophile then.
"I already informed them according to master's request, and I'm sure they'll have it ready for Mrs. Blanc soon," replied the woman in a scared tone.
"Okay, I see. If you feel ready ... you can leave now, let me accompany her to have breakfast here," replied Theophile, taking a bowl of chicken soup.
Politely, the older woman lowered her head and said goodbye to the three of us. Theophile sat across from Lavelle, holding the bowl.
"Come on, have breakfast first. After this, you can clean your body," said Theophile.
"Where is this? Where are Mark and the others?" asked Lavelle.
"Of course, you are in the Neo Greenpeace Kingdom, Miss," replied the man who was still standing behind Theophile with a cheerful face.
However, not with Theophile, who seems like he wants to kill the man in one go. "Just eat first. I'll explain later."