Chapter 2
Having lived here for a long time, I was already used to it. But clearly, it was a different case for Chelsea. She told Sean she wanted to go out to bask in the sun.
With affection in his eyes, he said, “OK.”
When I first came here a few years ago, I made a similar request. Back then, he emphasized to me that vampires should steer clear of light, and the only way to survive in this world was to live by rules.
Reading the room was a blood slave’s survival instinct, so I never made such requests again.
Now I realized he could have agreed to my request. But he chose not to because, unlike Chelsea, I wasn’t worth it.
Taking Sean’s hand, Chelsea walked over to me with a bright smile, asking me if I wanted to tag along. I was stunned for a second before. lowering my head and saying, “I’ll stay here to prepare your meal.”
Her smile faded a bit as she heard my answer, and she seemed a bit disappointed. Noticing that, Sean looked at me and ordered, “You’ll come with us.
“Get the meal ready and bring it along.”
I looked up at him. The candlelight illuminated my expressionless face, and only then did he notice my pale lips due to a loss of blood.
He then added, his tone softening a bit, “You’re hurt badly, so just get me animal blood for the next few days.”
Chelsea grabbed my hand holding the candle and echoed, “Come with us, OK? I bet it’s been ages since the last time you enjoyed some sunshine.”
I was a bit in a trance as I felt the warmth of another human’s touch, missing the wax dripping down.
Sean’s eyes flickered as he quickly pulled her hand away.
In the next second, my fingertip hurt. I glanced at their hands clasping together and used the other hand to hold the candle.
Then I said, “I’ll go get the meal ready then.”
After rinsing the burn under cold water, I circled a date on the calendar.
The day I drew the third circle would be the day my Blood Oath with Sean reached its full term, and I’d have a chance to break it.
After getting everything ready, I pushed open the doors and was instantly bathed in the sunlight.
I had been living in the dark for thousands of days already, and my first instinct was to hide myself.
On the contrary, in a black robe, Sean didn’t resist at all when Chelsea grabbed him and ran out.
Behind them, I took a step forward cautiously. Plucking up my courage, I stepped outside and was bathed in the long–missed natural light. As my exposed skin gradually sensed the warmth of the light, somehow, I
suddenly felt the urge to cry.
Then I habitually looked around for that familiar figure, only to see Chelsea on her tiptoe.
“Can I see your fangs?” She was healthy, and her figure was well- proportioned. Her long hair under the sunlight was radiant, and the smile
on her face was utterly eye–catching.
Placing his hands on her waist, Sean drew back his hood at her request. He smiled, his pupils narrowing. In the next second, even I, standing from afar, saw his two fangs, the signature of a vampire.
He didn’t worry he’d attack her because I–his blood slave–was here.
In an unnoticed corner, I took a few steps back.
Hiding in the shadows, I let the tree shade cover my withered hair and hid my bony, hideous hands in my sleeves.
Soon, the sun set, and darkness was looming.
It’d be my shift soon, so I walked out and said I should go back first.
The surprised look on Sean’s face suggested he assumed I had already left. He was about to say something when Chelsea beat him to it, saying to him. “It’s time for me to go, too. Could you see me off?”
Of course, he would. Since I was here, too, he said to me, “I’ll take you there as well.”
The border train was the transportation between the vampire world and the human world, and my other job was workingnight shifts, patrolling the train station platform every day.
This was the first time Sean offered to take me there.
Fatigue washed over me, and I turned down his sudden whim, saying, “No need. Mr. Wright, you can just see Ms. Vasquez off.”
Sensing something off, he walked over to me and insisted, “I’ll take you there.”
Chelsea also noticed something as she watched us interact and linked
arms with him.
Then she said to me, “If it’s on the way, why don’t you come with us?
“I heard you’ve known Sean for a long time already. Maybe you can tell me more about him.”
I could tell she was defensive of me.
Sean patted her hand, obviously pleased by her words.
I suddenly realized I didn’t know him at all; at least I had never seen this side of him before.
Anyway, I didn’t refuse them again. I bowed and said respectfully, “Thank you, Mr. Wright. Thank you, Ms. Vasquez.”
As I straightened, I met Sean’s eyes.
All I did was what a servant was supposed to do, though he never asked me to bow to him.
Chapter 3
