It was the first time for Kevin Moore to use the universal elevator ever since he took over his late father's hotel and residence as the only child and heir.
The elevator took him to the fortieth floor where it stopped. Elevator doors opened and he walked out. The whole place was quiet with a very beautiful red carpet which occupied the whole of a long and wide corridor.
Kevin Moore walked carefully walked in the corridor as he read numbers on each door he came across. Finally he got to number 1255 where he stopped and pressed the door bell.
Secretary Jamila opened. She glowed with excitement immediately her eyes landed on a handsome healthy stranger.
"Hello," Kevin greeted.
"Hey!" Jamila responded with a little smile.
"Hope this is Jamila's Suite if am not mistaken," he stated.
"Am Jamila..." She humbled herself and gazed romantically to show interest in him.
"Am actually looking for a fashion model who stays here," Kevin Moore addressed the reason for his visit.
Jamila: "actually none of us staying in here is a fashion model, am sorry."
While they were still talking, at the far end of the corridor came Monica and her daughter Babara Yen out of another hotel suite.
As they walked closer in the same direction, they saw the same dude both of them were discussing in the elevator a while ago, standing at Babara Yen's hotel suite entrance.
"Tell me it's not true mom!" Babara said and she shyly turned back and stood still.
"Now what is this weird behavior you're putting on?" Monica mocked her daughter. "Go right there and meet the man."
"I told you if I get close to him he won't survive and I wouldn't want to hurt such a handsome guy," Babara Yen sympathetically stated.
Monica Yen couldn't take it anymore and decided forcefully move her daughter towards her suite to meet Kevin Moore. While trying to resist, Kevin sensed people walking in the corridor and carelessly his face turned in a reflex.
He lost his attention from secretary Jamila to Babara Yen. When Babara saw the guy looking at her, she portrayed fake confidence and pretended to have been walking freely.
In between the door way, secretary Jamila noticed that the handsome guy's attention was now somewhere else and not on her anymore. She bent foward a little bit to check who he was staring at.
She accidentally caught a glance with her bosses who were not far from approaching. When she saw them, she quickly turmed on a mean-business face from a seductive one and then covered her chest to look gentle.
Within those two seconds Babara Yen and Monica Yen were already infront of her and the guest Kevin Moore.
"Uh..., madam Babara and Ms Monica, this young dude you see right here came asking to meet a fashion model in our hotel suite," in a panic voice, secretary Jamila reported.
Monica Yen stared shocked when she heard the words, "...a fashion model." She knew there's fire on a mountain if at all the guy knew her second twin daughter Pinky.
She had to play it safe and innocent from now on.
Remember, no one around the universe knew Monica Yen gave birth to twins except her husband Jonathan who ran away with Pinky twenty years ago when she was not even a day old.
Even her lovely daughter Babara didn't know she had a sister anywhere in the world. And now that both sisters were perfectly identical, Kevin Moore showed up from the blue, mistaking Babara for Pinky.
Monica recalled a few minutes back, down at the ground floor as she was arriving together with her daughter, the same guy prepared himself with a warm smile to recognize Babara Yen like they were familiar.
"Mom, are you alright?" Babara Yen asked when she saw her mother's face looking in a weird way.
"Uh..., yes of course am alright!" Monica Yen responded with a plastic smile.
"I was trying to explain to him that no fashion model stays in this hotel suite," Jamila guiltily spoke, "but he insisted her name is Pinky."
"Am so sorry but, can I please talk to you privately?"Kevin Moore asked Babara Yen confidently.
At the back of Monica Yen's mind, it appeared clear that the dude already knew Pinky and he may discover the one infront of him isn't Pinky, thereby disclosing a secret which she was not ready to put to light yet.
"Oh, no! that can't happen!" Monica Yen stepped foward in refusal, "If you have anything to discuss with her, you must discuss it here in my presence."
Kevin Moore came to remember his friend's words minutes ago when they were talking on phone, that the grown-up lady he saw walking with his girlfriend maybe her lover and that's why she had the guts to by passed him pretending like she never knew him before.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Kevin Moore asked Babara inquisitively, looking so heart broken on the face.
"Tell you what?" Babara Yen wondered why the dude was so serious like he knew her before.
Anxiously, Kevin Moore's face turned almost all directions in confusion, wondering how ladies can pretend this much. He couldn't believe Pinky was talking to him as a stranger.
"What's your name handsome dude?" Monica Yen asked knowledgeably with an aim to fix a knot in her favor.
Kevin Moore turned and looked eye to eye at Monica Yen
"My name is Kevin Moore," he answered jealously.
"I know you love her so much, maybe that's why you're against me talking with her privately, but I want you to understand that I love her beyond your imagination and I want to marry her."
"Are you jealous?!" Monica Yen wondered in question and laughed it off.
She pulled her daughter by the arm aside to have a brief private word with her.
Secretary Jamila saw things taking another course of direction. She looked at her crush she was shooting a shot at. He was from confessing his love for her boss. She felt discomfort and got back inside.
"First and foremost he must not know I am your mother," Monica Yen briefed her daughter privately in a whisper. "And secondly, pretend to be the person he thinks you're."
"Why?" Babara wondered, "and how can I not call you mom!"
"You very well know 'mom' is not my name," Monica told her daughter, "my name is Monica Yen and I want you to call me that infront of him."
"Besides, he thinks me and you are dating that's why he acted jealous," she added, "men can't stand to loose in a winnable competition and so, he's going to be all up on you like a button on jeans, thus working in your favor."
Babara Yen looked confused after listening to her mother's words but, she had to abide. A private chat was over. They walked back to face Kevin Moore was.
"I have to go now," calmly said Monica to both Babara and Kevin.
She turned around gently with a smiling face and walked back through the stunning red carpeted corridor as the high heels pounded the floor.
Babara stepped slowly closer to Kevin Moore. She closed her eyes and sniffed Kevin's scent without any shyness.
"I can't smell your inner scent, I can only smell your expensive perfume," boldly Babara Yen told Kevin Moore.
Kevin Moore gazed wondering how the love of his life had become so confident infront of him without any shyness than she was on their previous meetings. But he smiled afterwards.
"I think my fiancée likes playing games," silently he stated, "am ready to follow her lead."
Barely did he know this was not Pinky but Babara Yen the vampire bat, her innocent girlfriend's identical twin sister.
"Please be my guest," Babara Yen widely opened the door to welcome Kevin Moore inside her hotel suite.
One step after the other, Kevin Moore was pleased to see his "thought to be girlfriend" welcoming him into her hotel suite. He smiled in delight when he got inside.
Secretary Jamila panicked to stand up from the coach as soon as she saw the adorable guest walking in. Babara closed the door behind.
Jamila: "Any thing to drink sir?"
Babara: "It's alright Jamila, I will personally take care of him. Since it's already 10pm, why don't you go to your room and get some rest?"
Jamila: "thank you madam, have a good night."
Babara Yen watched her secretary walking to her room upto when she closed herself inside. She put a faint smile on her lips and looked at Kevin Moore.
Slowly and gently, Babara Yen walked close to him and held his hand romantically, then pulled him voicelessly towards her bedroom. She pushed the door open, got him in and locked it.
Secretary Jamila groaned immediately she closed herself inside her bedroom. She was madly uneasy. This really got her in a puzzle. She picked up a pillow and crazily banged it everywhere around the room until it got wrecked.
"Will I ever get a man of my own?" she cried. "Kevin was supposed to be my man... so handsome and outspoken."
"I very well know Babara has never been with a boyfriend in her entire life. Why is Kevin behaving like he dated her before?! Jamila claimed, "this is not fair to me."
She got obsessed with jealousy, leaned her back against the wall and slided down slowly to sit on the floor where she folded her hands on top of her knees in heartfelt pain, and placed her forehead down on the arms.
Jamila shaded real tears.
Inside Babara's bedroom, Kevin more looked around with a glass of water in his hands on which he sipped in intervals. Babara Yen had left him alone as she went to the lavatory.
She came out at the speed of light and appeared infront of Kevin Moore. This got him startled a little bit. Using one hand, Babara grabbed Kevin's neck from behind and moved her mouth closest to his neck in a romantic way.
The warm air that came out of Babara's mouth onto his neck skin generated goosebumps. He became excited and felt butterflies.
Kevin closed his eyes in a sensation.
Babara Yen's canine teeth sharpened out. She closed her eyes and inhaled Kevin's scent deeply. Suddenly she opened her eyes, released him and walked three steps aside facing away.
"It can't be!!" with her face frowned, she complained silently at the back of her mind, "Why is his blood cold?"
Kevin Moore's eyes were still closed as he felt butterflies all over him after a close engagement with Babara Yen, Pinky's identical twin sister.
As a virgin, his emotional attraction towards her increased. It was his first time to experience such a close soft touch from a woman.
He had no single idea that the young lady he thinks to be his beloved girlfriend Pinky is a vampire craving to suck blood out of his veins and right now it was disappointed.
Kevin opened his eyes to see. Babara Yen was standing on the side facing away in total misery. Her minds seemed too far away, immersed in a hip of thoughts.
Seeing her like this spoiled Kevin Moore's good moods and suddenly his handsome smile fainted. He walked closer to her to find out what the matter was.
Kevin: "Is everything alright?"
Babara: "No, it's not."
Kevin: "You can talk to me if you don't mind."
Babara: "Who are you?"
Kevin: "Why.....?! I don't understand!"
Babara: "I think you're unique. There's something about you that drives every woman crazy."
Kevin: "I don't care about other women! All that matters is what I feel for you."
Babara: "From the blue, Monica Yen liked you! I saw the same in Jamila's eyes, how she was all craving for you."
The matter Babara Yen addressed was not the major point. She was only confused about what to say and decided to pretend to be jealous.
She couldn't tell the truth to Kevin that she is a vampire who was about to bite his neck and suck his blood for dinner but failed because his blood is cold, much more different from other human beings'.
"I will wait, "Babara Yen encouraged herself silently, "his blood will soon get warm, convenient for my dinner and when that time comes, I won't let him see another day."
She opened up the door and accompanied him outside the hotel suite. Before he walk away, she pecked him on the cheek. This brought back a faint smile on Kevin's lips.
At exactly midnight, Babara Yen flew out of her hotel suite located in the middle, somewhere on the sky scraper building, a well known hotel OCEAN.
From the balcony of the suite she jumped and immediately transformed in to a huge flying bat, the same way she did on her first hunt. It was yet time to hunt for human blood.
The rate at which the bat was flying was super fast. While Babara Yen the vampire bat skillfully maneuvered in air to land on the ground, the hunter vampires were watching.
A male and female hunter vampires sent from the land of ice had already put Babara Yen under surveillance. It was time to bring an end to her dirty schemes.
While Monica Yen was doing yoga in her hotel suite to maintain body health, she perceived reality images of a boomerang chopped off Babara Yen's left hand.
Monica Yen suddenly sat up.
Images of her daughter groaning with both legs tied continued to appear in her head. She squeezed the head so tight in pain with both hands like she was feeling a strong headache.
Monica Yen visualised a colourless liquid being poured on her daughter's skin, which melts it into a dark oily substance until it is completely destroyed.
Quickly Monica Yen in a yellow flowered combination top and pant night dress rushed out of her hotel suite. Within one of the wide executive corridor of hotel OCEAN she hurried barefooted upto her daughter's hotel suite.
She pressed the bell button on the door handle not once but thrice in a row. Subsequently, secretary Jamila opened the door with a heavy sleep which showed on her eyes.
"Is my daughter in?" Monica Yen asked inquisitively.
Before secretary Jamila said a word, Monica had already panicked to enter inside quickly infront of her daughter's bedroom door knocking. There was no response at all.
"Open this door for me?" So unruly, Monica demanded as she tried to force the door to open.
Jamila got a card from her bedroom door and hurried to insert it in Babara's bedroom door to open. Before even attempting to insert it inside, Monica Yen snatched it out of her hands and did the opening herself.
Babara was neither on bed nor in the bathroom. Monica saw the glass door heading to the balcony open. Without wasting a second she got to the balcony and still her daughter wasn't there.
This was the moment she realized that Babara was now outside on the streets hunting for human blood to feed. She started figuring out what exactly could be done to save her daughter.
"My daughter is in danger," she exclaimed infront of Jamila.
This statement cleared sleep off secretary Jamila's eyes. Monica Yen jumped and suddenly converted into a black huge flying vampire bat which flapped way at a terrible speed.
Secretary Jamila was standing right there watching. The heavy wind from the wings threw her down on the balcony floor where she gazed stupidly in an open-mouthed wonder.
It was unbelievable to her eyes that her tongue got stuck.
For all the years she had worked as Monica Yen's personal secretary, Jamila had never even imagined her boss having such abnormalities. Monica Yen was the nicest character she had ever met.
Secretary Jamila struggled her way up, back on feet so that she enters inside the suite and failed. She decided to crawl. Crawling anxiously, reached inside.
Shortly, Monica Yen landed in the same area her daughter landed, and immediately she transformed back to a human form. Monica concentrated to tracing in visions were her daughter was.
Since she was also a grandchild from the Dirty Dracula lineage, Monica Yen had the same super natural powers, similar to those of the realm leader, Jelly Spatters. The more aging she got the more the talent to see where any vampire could be and what it did at that very moment.
Babara Yen had already marked a target. This was a man in a car driving slowly on the streets of Capricon city. Babara sensed that the man was probably searching for a lady to satisfy his personal desire.
In a very short checked skirt Babara showed up just like a school girl who was coming out of classroom. As predicted the man fell for the trap and drove next to her.
"Hey! gorgeous, are you working tonight?" the man shoot his shot at Babara Yen.
Babara turned her face just slightly with romantic eyes in a seductive manner and continued to walk ahead, pretending to be on her own. The man continued to drive slowly along with her pace as he restlessly threw sweet words at her.
Little did the man know that the young lady he is trying to hook up with was a dangerous vampire on a mission to get a blood meal. All this was going on under surveillance by the hunter vampires.
Babara Yen stopped walking and turned to look at the man with a very pretty smile. He also didn't hesitate to step on those breaks for the car to stop. He opened up the door for the beautiful lady to get in.
Babara Yen sat on the passenger's seat innocently and quietly with a smile on her cheeks. Her natural beauty couldn't leave any man who dared to look at her alone.
"Yeah, that's what am talking about," the man stated joyously.
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