My vision was still blurry when I tried to sit down and massaged my head.
An unfamiliar medieval bedroom welcomed me when I can finally say I'm already sober. The wall was coated with brown colors. All things inside were brown. Including the cabinets, the bed, chairs, tables, and other types of furnishings and slabs inside.
Glaring at the window, all I can see is a massive medieval wall from the outside. Regardless, what took hold of my attention the most is the smell of an unfamiliar aroma lingering in my nose.
Footsteps thumped behind me as cold sweats oozed down my face.
"You're awake," a familiar deep, dark, cold baritone voice said from behind.
Out of shock, I recoiled as well as my heart plunged seeing a masculine man wearing black long sleeves, black pants while there was a small wine glass in his hands.
Gradually, he walks toward me. Raw blood sweats drip down my body as I grope the coldness in my feet. Plus, my clothes piqued my attention.
Wearing a red tight long sleeves dress that only people from the medieval, renaissance era will be seen, my mouth carved into awe. A vast body mirror beside the mattress caught my scrutiny and shortly stood up to see my whole body.
A slight gasp came out of my mouth when I saw two small dots on my right neck, as if someone gnaws it. Frankly, I couldn't remember what happened. I don't even know why I'm here in this foreign place!
"Your bite mark will fade, don't worry." He confessed firmly propelling me to glance at him.
My knees quivered when his dark eyes became red. I bit my lower lip and took a few steps backward. The atmosphere inside the room became heavy. His cold gazes went on mine, propelling me to saddle back on the bed out of familiar fear.
However, the words he uttered got my attention.
"B-bite mark?" I hardly said.
He didn't respond to my suspicion. He set the wine glass above the table beside the bed. I stared at it for a minute. Realizing it was blood, my eyes hoisted and the primary thing I saw was him.
I enunciate, "It's b-blood, right?"
F-ck. I'm thirsty. There's something inside me that wants to savor it despite figuring out what it was. Blood. Something sweet essence lingers on my nose. He raised aloft the wine glass and gave it to me, pointing it straight to my face.
Calm yourself down, Leandra. You're thirsty, yes. You're hungry, and you're a human, not an animal or quirk that will get encompassed by it.
The man in front of me tilted his head cockily. His face expression changed as my face turned cold.
"Stop resisting it, Leandra," He uttered.
I looked away, trying to stop myself from his trap. Yes. It's a trap. I don't know him, yes, and I couldn't recall anything no matter how much I try recalibrating.
This man is dangerous. Judging by his feature, he has a masculine body. The beams in his firm arms protrude when he lifted his sleeves and leaned on the table backwards. He has a prominent jaw, eye-catching lips, and a pointed nose. Sufficient for every girl in our university to admire him.
A marvelous man indeed.
"Who are you?" At least, I asserted using my voice in shape and avoided the stuttering. "W-what did you do to me?"
"Does that even matter?" He arrogantly said.
"I woke up in an unfamiliar room. Do you think things like this won't matter to me?"
As a matter of fact, I started thinking about outrageous things that conceivably happen if this man refused to say something about me and what exactly transpired.
Instead of answering my question, he started unbuttoning his shirt in front, compelling me to look away and swallowed hard.
"I'm leaving," that's the least I spit wanting to come out.
However, he didn't let me. "You'll get hurt if you plan to leave my room," he coerced.
"My friends were probably looking for me. I don't have time playing b-llshits with you!"
Five steps haven't been made but I felt my ankle suddenly get disrupted, when in fact, I haven't had pain when I roamed and stood earlier.
"Aw!" I cried in agony.
Apparently, he turn around and gave me his cold gaze. I'm in pain yet he's not helping. I squirmed and held my feet tight.
I looked at him, trying to ask for help but, instead, he spoke. "I told you,"
Before I could scream for another, a woman came into the picture who definitely can be a definition of perfection.
"Stop it, Hades!" She seethed.
His cold-blooded bright red eyes turned silver in just a glimpse of an eye. He glanced at the girl who was walking toward us. The pain I'd been bearing for a moment quickly disappeared.
I couldn't feel other than numbness. I was sitting down on the floor, expecting one of them to help me. Yet, none of them lent their hands or even consulted if I'm okay.
D-mn it!
"She just woke up! How could you hurt her instantly?" her eyebrows arched.
The girl's physical appearance gave me enough reason to marvel at her. Red lipstick, red dress, red nail polish, red stilettos. All she was wearing is red.
Red is a similar color to blood.
"She's trying to leave, Olivia." He rationalized.
It's because he's not explaining what happened!
Her eyebrows arched. She glanced at me and went back to the man in front of us, "Because you're not giving her a proper explanation!"
My forehead creased. She responded to him the way how my mentality thinks!
A sweet smile crept on Olivia's lips, "Of course. We could read your mind."
"R-read my mind?"
"Yes, sweetheart. A common ability that all vampire has,"
Oh, wait. Did she just say the word 'vampire'? Of course. It couldn't be. Maybe I'm just dreaming and couldn't wake up. The real Leandra was just sleeping, right? Did I just watch a movie again with my friends?
Knowing Brooke. He probably must be the one who suggested a paranormal movie and even in my dreams, it's haunting me.
A sweet yet sarcastic chuckle came out from her mouth, she raised aloft her hand and covered her mouth to stop herself from doing it. God! Even with the way she moves and everything, she looks classy and dignified!
"You're not dreaming, Leandra. All of this is real. We're real," she clarified.
It took me a while before responding, trying to process everything that she have said. However, my mind couldn't still absorb it thinking this was all absurd.
"Vampires aren't real. They only exist in books and movies,"
Olivia's lips turned into a big smirk. He looked at the man who was just listening and watching us talk.
"Hades should be the one who's explaining things to you,"
The man he called Hades gave him a death glare. "Only if you leave us two,"
Olivia just shrugged her shoulders before leaning on the table as her both hands were on it, trying to support her weight.
"It's not like I wanted to come here," she frowned. "Our father is already looking for you. You're really lucky, huh. Don't you think?"
Hades completely ignored her. It is when Olivia jumped off the window making my eyes widen in surprise.
Oh my God! There's a door inside this room, why the hell did she jump off the window and leave like that? She could've hurt herself!
"Olivia can handle herself. Vampires don't use doors often," he stated, merely like a cold treatment.
"Are you reading my mind?" I asked.
"Obviously. It's loud, I can hear what's your thoughts." His arrogance made me roll.
I sneered, "I'm not gonna buy that. Who knows? You're just smart and can read my facial expression?"
"Should I be happy because you complimented me smart or should I just kill you because you're annoying and I guess, I couldn't get benefits from you?"
With his words, nothing flashed on my mind except for his unforeseen outrage. Hades completely removed his shirt, revealing his six-pack abs, broad and hairy chest, topless, and his damn tattoo on his right shoulder.
I looked away because of his style. I played with my fingers while crouching above his bed, doesn't know what to say. My throat went dry. Nothing escaped from my mouth out of fear.
Even so, Hades spoke. "I'll formally introduce you to my parents later. As much as possible, I want you to refrain from asking me questions you wanted to know in front of them. If you have any inquiries, ask me right away."
His cold bloodshot eyes locked on mine. Not gonna lie, the heavy atmosphere is still here, lingering in the entire room, completely making me feel tensed as cold sweats along with the goosebumps went down to my spine.
"Y-your... parents?" I barely breathed.
Hades traversed his arms, it definitely covered his upper stomach. "Yes. The king and queen."
I'm not reckoning him. Reading my mind isn't enough evidence for me to support his explanations. Who knows? Gradually, I fixed my hair using my bare hands, twirling it when I suddenly feel the hotness inside.
Three seconds haven't passed yet, but all I can see is Hades' face near me. I was pushed to lie down on his bed, of course, I flinched. My heart throbbed when his face became close to mine.
For a moment, I felt like my heart hopped a bit. He gripped my neck, not that rigid but enough for me to plead for him.
"You mustn't slack off later, Leandra." He whispered, as cold as ice. As if it was a command I should obey.
"H-hades..." I barely breathe.
His eyes turned bright red. He tilted my head and stooped closer to my neck. His fangs came out, making me close my eyes and bit my lower lip. Unable to move, and prayed inside my head.
It took a while upon waiting for him to bite me. Seconds had passed, no sharp fangs penetrated my skin. Instead, his grip on my narrows became lousy.
"It's Master Hades for you, slave."