Loved By a Vampire King

Coming Back To The mansion in Richalwolf Land, Ayra was staring into the room unblinking. Ever since she heard the voice, her subconscious mind wanted to push her inside. Such feeling was awful to her. Her mind was still processing the matters which were happening behind this high walls.

The silver haired old man exclaimed after playing his next turn,

" Yay! I won again!"

Strange!

Ayra thought inside her mind. As much as the old grandpa was playing the game enthusiastically, his partner wasn't having much actions like him. Instead he was sitting like a cold, ice block which was hard to decipher yet emitted a cold aura around her surrounding.

After while of her sticking her gaze on the man's back, Ayra saw his partner finally standing up from his position. Anticipation held down her breath. Her chest tightened uncomfortably when the thought of finally watching Cedric evaporated in her mind.

Thanks to those long flipping curtains, they hid her figure more than she hoped. The ice block man stood up from his position, outstretched his arms to relax his tensed muscles and turned around slowly to look behind him.

Thunder crashed inside Ayra's mind. Her gasp escaped out so loudly that she feared that they overhearded her voice too. The man was no one but Cedric. Starting from his lips to his eyes, every inch of his face resembled Cedric except the coldness that he bored on his expression. His eyes emitted an invisible power of destruction. As much as she wished to come in front to question him, a part of her soul shrieked in fear. She had a feeling like she could be destroyed by the look of those eyes.

Ayra pressed her palms tightly over her lips. Her conscious told her that she should stay there and study them from afar. It would be a fool move to appear in front of them since Cedric or Grandpa no one knew that she was here in this mansion.

The old silver haired man spoke closing the chess board that they were playing together,

" Oh! Your butler came to search for you few days back. It seems like they are grounding you."

A pure devilish laughter echoed throughout the room. His laughter resounded so cold and pathetic that Ayra couldn't help but feeling surprised. She knew how devilish Cedric was but the man standing few steps away from her felt more devilish as if he could kill anyone while laughing normally.

The old man scrutinized his eyebrows together. He wondered what was there to joke about but still stayed quiet. Provoking a tiger wasn't wise step. Hence it was better for him to stay tongue tied.

Once again the cold, metallic voice resonated inside the room, spraying chilling aura throughout the place,

" Mmm! He was too noisy. So I got rid of him."

Though Ayra had no idea what did he mean by getting rid of his butler, the old man understood the literal meaning. Ayra noticed how his expression flipped between anger to agony.

Ayra's expression was no better than the man. The revealtion was too much shocking for her. Though the man was sharing same face with Cedric, Ayra could see the unfamiliarity within him. His aura was nowhere close to Cedric though they both had shared the demonic presence inside them, there was a fine line between them.

When she was absorbed in studying his features, the man like Cedric began to walk lazily across the room. His position switched and his cold icy face came under the front light of lantern. His features appeared more evidently in her eyes and when he reached out to toss his hairs roughly, Ayra's eyes caught a glimpse of mark on his wrist.

Before she had the chance of inspecting further, her heart flipped inside her chest. Blood boiled rush through her nerves and a sudden pain began to spread from her heart.

The pain was turning too much and it was getting hard to suppress her painful groans. Ayra staggered on her feet, staying back and held the corner of door. One hand pressing hard over her cold lips, she did her best to keep down her groans.

Tears blurred her vision and now she noticed that her mark from Enchantress was engulfing a hot, smoky air. Her tearful eyes narrowed when the pain from her wrist began to cloud her vision. She took several steps back, striding back to hide herself behind the furnitures.

The excessive force of pain unleashed from her body forced her to stop pointing at other things. Instead she flopped down on the floor and concentrated on healing herself as much as possible but no! The pain was unknown and she didn't even know from where it was coming from.

Meanwhile, the man looked like Cedric suddenly questioned looking around suspiciously,

" Old man, are you hiding something in your mansion?"

Grandpa replied frowning,

" Why would I do that? You come here too often. Didn't you have found out already if I was here to hide someone else?"

The man didn't say anything else in response and only stole a sharp look of their surrounding. Finding no one around, he was convinced for the time being.

Next to his room, Ayra's tears began to stream down consistently. Her throat felt dry for holding back her groans for too long. She attempted to get up from the floor, held the edge of a broken table but her slippery hands missed the aimed position. As a result, that slightly lit lantern fell down on the floor, crashed against the floor to create a bustling sound. She was too late to stop the falling. After all, her pains were killing her inside.

Ayra gasped one last time fearfully, fell over the floor as her vision clouded in dense darkness. She came to repair a broken family but didn't expect that her world was going to be turned upside down after this night.

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