*SAMANTHA*
Hearing that scream, I immediately make a flight to rescue whoever is asking for my help, which is too out of my identity.
Those who doesn't know my past will call me a traitor. But I don't care. Firstly, it's my own race who betrays me, and I will make them all experience how it feels like being betrayed. As for now, I don't want to talk about my past. It only infuriates me.
So, this is how I am. I am protecting humans against my own race, and I'm not regretting it. I love doing this for the person I only cared, my only way to make them remember him.
Honestly, sometimes I doubt myself if I am really a vampire. I am born as a coldblooded monster. I shall enjoy humans blood and kill without mercy, not protecting them. However, here I am, hurrying to protect people who have never been grateful of everything I have done for them, which again, I truly didn't care about.
As of present, I only wants to enjoy the feeling of being able to protect people, something that I fail to do in the past.
Wait! Erase for this. I still have a business to deal first.
I return my focus to that scream. I am already expecting a more fierce battle. However, when I arrive at the scene, I feel like I am being duped. Why? It's because the person who was calling for my help was someone who falls in the riverbank because of his drunkenness.
How come I fail to sense it? The answer is simple. I am too occupied of my thought earlier.
Wrinkling my nose due to the smell of alcohol and stinking scent of the river, I coldly look down on the man who is in his early forties and leer, "Well, who's stupid here?"
"Please, Miss. Save me." The man stretches his hand to me, but I don't take it.
I simply let out a snort, and say, "Help? Who asked you to drink that much? If you don't want to get drown, pull yourself up."
"But I don't know how to swim. Look—" The man tries to stand to his surprise, he is able to stand, though he is a little unsteady, and the water is in fact only reaching his waist.
I raise a brow at him as he grins at me like a fool.
"Well, miss, can you give me a hand? Pull me up." He pleas.
"Pull you up?" I repeat, and grin wickedly as I stretch my hand to get his. When his expectant hand almost touches mine, I put my hand down. I smirk stiffly. I badly want to tell him my disgust for him, but I restrain myself. "You brought this upon yourself. So, you're on your own."
I turn my back at him, and strolls away, annoyed as I really feel like I am being fooled. I don't listen to his pleas as he keeps on calling for me again and again. I completely ignore him.
"What the fuck I become? I'm not some cheap ordinary hero, okay?" I grumble, although I never see myself as a hero, and I'm not doing all of this because I want to be one. I'm against my own race because of my personal reason.
When I am sure that no one is around, I teleport and appear right inside of Morgan's room. Unlike before, my arrival no longer startles him. He is awake but just glances at me emptily for a half second and spaces out again with his eyes on his feet.
I dislike the feeling of him ignoring me. But, I simply shrug it off and march to the bedside table. I put the plastic bag and talks to him. "You're still weak, so I bought you soup. Have them while it's still edible. I'll go grab you a bowl and a spoon."
I don't wait for him to reply or reject me. I instantly vanish and return in a split second with those things.
Morgan has regained his strength, but not entirely. He still needs to bed rest if he really wants to continue to live.
I put the bowl and the spoon on the table and walk towards the opposite wall, intending to just watch himself taking the soup. I am sure he won't like me to feed him, so he's on his own now.
I cross my arms over my chest, and order him. "Get well soon if you really want to avenge yourself. So eat. Only when you finish them that I will leave you be. From now on, this room is yours. I won't chain you up again, but remember, you can't leave the house until I allow you so. Do you hear me?"
Despite my endless rants, he is unresponsive. He still in dazed.
Irritated, I move my gaze to the edge of the bed and shake it violently with my stare.
Morgan neither screams nor say anything from what I did. He simply turns to the bedside table and feebly begins to pour the soup on the bowl, not even sparing me a glimpse. I am completely invisible from his eyes, of course, I don't care about it that much. What's important is, he is now moving again.
I believe he will be using a spoon since it is a soup with a few slices of chicken meat. However, what he does catches me off guard. He brings the bowl to his lips and chugs them greedily.
I almost run towards him to stop him, but I halt my step as I have no intention of giving him false thoughts that I care about him, instead, I reprimand him. "Do you want to choke yourself to death? You just come around, and you're already doing something to harm yourself."
Finally, he shuts me a cold look, and scoffs weakly,"It's nothing to compare how you torture me. Isn't this what you want?"
"I—" For the first time, I find myself struggling to find words to retort him. If only he's strong, perhaps, I have beat him up already. I don't like the feeling of defeat.
"Now, I already had it, can I beg you to leave the room and let me have a peaceful rest?" He says in a cynical tone. "I can't breathe when you're here. Unless, you want me to die with suffocation."
Hmm. This man is testing my real motive. Does he really thinks he can read my minds?
A playful smirk crawls on my lips. "Don't worry, boy. I'm yet done with you. I won't let you die in the meantime, even if you badly want to."
I dash to him and raise his chin with my finger. I grin as I lean my face closer to his. I can see fear behind his cold stare, but I don't expose him. I whisper, "You're mine. I own you. Your life is at my disposal. When I don't allow you to die, you can't die, do you hear me? Or else, I'll make you and your family suffer, even if you're already in Hell."
I pat his shoulder and bid farewell. "I'm off now. You better focus on getting well. I'm looking forward to having fun with you again."
I wink at him and approach the door. As I close the door shut, I hear his fists cracking as he mumbles softly, "If I die, I'll take you with me."
I smile at his statement. At least, his words mean he is not thinking of giving up his own life. That is something I like to hear.
I am heading to my room satisfied, when suddenly, I hear something lands on my rooftop.