CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
The person behind the door looked quite pale, like he had lost blood- a lot, though his body physique was nothing like that. He had a huge frown on his pretty face - bow shaped lips which are super strange for a man, very small eyes, and a nice bridged nose, nicely proportioned biceps on his arm but overall his looks could not be compared to Ralph's.
'Ralph? Why in Selene's name am I comparing this good looking stranger to Ralph? Why am I even thinking of Ralph? Concentrate Karen Zayn!' The stranger looked like he was just coming out of the shower as water dripped from his hair and as the towel he was tying, hung dangerously low on his waist.
'He sure is a pervert!' thought Karen.
The man opened the door wider when he noticed the content of her hands and Karen saw that as a cue to enter. As she tried to place the tray on the table, her leg tipped under the carpeted rug in the middle of the room but she was able to drop the tray on the table before it fell but her actions made the lid of the deep plate to tip off.
Karen's eyes widened as she saw what was in the bowl, it was blood. She blinked her eyes as she slowly picked the lid and placed it back on the deep bowl. She switched her shocked expression to a neutral one as she turned around to leave, but it seemed the stranger had a different plan.
The air was eerily different and she tried to walk past him but he stood in her front. She tried to walk around him again but he swiftly moved to her front. The way he moved made her eyes dazed. How did he move so fast?
He took a step impossibly close to her and she took one back, his hair was falling over his face and almost covered his eyes but she could see that his eyes were turning red. She also noticed that the veins on his arm began to redden and increase in size and they stretched to his neck where they popped more.
She knew she was in a big, dangerous situation.
'Was this why Nayla didn't want to come here? It means the hotel management knows that someone like this is here. They freaking are protecting him! I need to get out of here now, but how?' thought Karen.
His canines began to grow out and her eyes widened. She knew what this creature was but she could not remember what its name was at that moment as fear had drained the life in her brain causing a cease in her memory.
'There was a name they called such creatures and they are…' thought Karen but her thought instantly halted because once her back hit the wall, the stranger yanked her neck closer to him and sank its fangs in the side of her neck.
She tried to push him away from her as she screamed but he only pushed himself closer to her.
She still continued to try to use all the strength within her to push him off but he held her shoulders and continued to drink from her despite her screams and hits on his chest. He continues to drink to his fill like a starved man but before she could pass out, she feels a stir in her soul, like a determined aid from within to help her.
She gets stronger instead of weaker as the stranger continues to drink from her neck and she instantly feels her bones crack. Her bones pop in her back and in her spine and at first she feels it was because of the searing pain that was stretching all over her body - it could be one of her hallucinations but in the next second one of her eyes changes colour. She felt the switch and she felt the colour come on her eye - her eye had changed to grey -It is her freaking wolf.
It was a tiny stir but she could feel it surely and she knew it was her wolf. Her wolf was reawakening but there was something she could feel at that moment. It was weird and different at the same time- she felt a sort of thirst that she had not felt before, as a wolf and as a human but this thirst was more insane.
Because of the incident and because most of her blood had been drunk, she soon fainted but not before recollecting what sort of creature she was dealing with. At Red Moon Pack, she had even had a girls' night with some special people because of the movie.
"Freaking Vampire!" she said quietly and the vampire had heard her clearly. She swayed but the vampire caught her. She was not like other girls he had dealt with in the past. If she was like them, he would not have bothered stopping. He would have drunk her blood till he almost drank her dry and the only reason why he would let those girls live was so they could recover and he could do the same thing all over again.
There was something about this girl. It seemed she was new there. He had been able to tell right away because she was wearing a smile immediately he opened the door - no one coming to his room would dare do that. They would all have their heads bowed and not bother casting him a glance. He had a deal with the owner of the hotel and the girls he feeds on, get heavily compensated at the end of the day every feed. He would pay for their recovery and also a form of 'payment fee'!.
This girl, he definitely wanted. Her blood was the most delicious and enchanting he had ever drunk. When he drank the blood of his victims, they got weaker but there was a point where he noticed her strength sort of increased as she tried to push him off.
As she had passed his side with the blood, he had taken a whiff of her scent and he had been triggered immediately. He was starved of blood but it was not enough for him to have been triggered and that was why his blood was being served in a container. If he could feel that he was very close to triggering, he would have sent for a human.
He made a call to the owner of the hotel and the cameras around the hotel were turned off for about thirty minutes. He placed Karen in a black bag he called 'The Death Bag'. When he finished his business, he walked out of his room with a black baseball cap, dark sunglasses and a nose mask with the 'Death Bag' in hand.
The name of this stranger and vampire is Morpheus Hunter - a former high ranking Lord of the vampires.