Chapter 4
The Embrace lasted what felt like an eternity. By the time everything went quiet again, it was the following night.
Right after I sorted out the things in the room, Sean kicked open the door and clasped my shoulders with great force under fury. His fingertips happened to land on the large patch of purplish–black bruises left by yesterday.
“You gave her the blood extractor, didn’t you?!”
His pupils had already returned to normal, suggesting he was no longer in the state of drinking blood, but he seemed even more furious than before.
Enduring the pain, I frowned, took a deep breath, and said word by word, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He sneered, not loosening his grip at all.
“I only feed from your blood. If the extractor hadn’t carried the smell of your blood, I wouldn’t have lost my mind and done that to her….
“Scarlett,” he said my name through gritted teeth. “I know what’s going on in your mind. But no matter what, you shouldn’t have harmed her like
this.”
His face twisted due to great anger. Suddenly, I felt utterly exhausted and sick.
“You’re the one who lost control, drank her blood, and made her one of yours,” I looked at him and smiled mockingly. “You should be happy. At least no one else will drink her blood now.”
In the next second, he slapped me hard, causing a loud, crisp sound.
My cheek burned right away. I tilted my face and blinked hard, trying my best not to cry.
“Bitch!”
He gripped my chin hard to force me to look at him. His eyes were filled with fury and disappointment as he said, clenching his teeth, “I never should’ve saved you back then.”
Indeed, he shouldn’t have.
I smiled bitterly. What a waste of these few years–my devotion and company turned out to be nothing.
“Blood!” suddenly, Chelsea in the next room screamed. “I need blood!”
Sean’s expression changed. Ignoring my struggle and painful expression, he dragged me forcibly to his room.
Chelsea was looking around madly, her hair scattered on her shoulders. She looked at him like he was her life–saving straw and shed tears at
once.
“Give me blood. Sean, I want blood!” She clutched and scratched the blanket frantically, leaving chaotic marks.
The scene was so horrifying that for a while, I even forgot my pain.
The animal blood in the fridge could save her.
Yet, in the next second, Sean dragged me to her and ripped open my. collar.
Realizing what he was going to do, I struggled crazily.
But soon, he pinned my hands behind my back, and my bare neck was exposed under Chelsea’s gaze.
The fresh human blood inside me was what vampires craved the most.
Without hesitation, Chelsea buried her fangs in my neck where Sean had left his claiming mark.
She started to drink frantically.
Losing blood, I couldn’t help but twitch in pain.
“Let
go… of… me…”
My wounds that had already stopped bleeding reopened due to my desperate struggle, and I could feel the damp, sticky blood soaking through the back of my clothes. The metallic scent wafted over me, making me sick.
Sean then reached over to fix my feebly drooped head, and at that moment, I saw his bare neck.
I suddenly felt that the Oath Necklace in my pocket was like a sharp knife, stabbing me hard.
He saved me seven years ago.
This would be my final payment.
My vision went blank as my strength faded away. I stopped struggling and closed my eyes, my hands slipping feebly from behind my back.
Feeling the sudden weight in his hands, Sean then noticed I had fainted. with a ghastly pale face.
Suddenly, he realized what he was doing and let go of me. Chelsea, who had lost her mind, wanted to continue to drink my blood. He pushed her
away, and she passed out, too.
Sean pressed a hand over the two puncture wounds on my neck, but the blood continued to ooze out from between his fingers.
Panicking, he shouted at the top of his lungs, calling the butler over.
No one answered. He placed me in bed, asked me to wait for him, and rushed out of the room.
Hearing his shouts and the sound of the castle doors being pushed open, I managed to open my eyes with difficulty. With trembling hands, I peeled off the hemostatic patch from my arm and pressed it against the wounds. on my neck. Then I crawled up and went back to my room, stumbling.
Enduring the great dizziness, I rummaged through the drawer where I used to place the blood extractor. Sure enough, it was gone…
The clock chimed. It was midnight.
I tore off a page from the calendar, lit the fireplace that I had never used, and tossed the Oath Necklace stained with my blood inside without any hesitation.
As the flames crackled and popped, I left the castle without looking back.
