Vampire Lord's Demonic Wives

"Uh? Okay, sir. Thank you."

Zoravec did not expect the cop to let him off the hook so easily. However he did not drag the conversation to avoid the man and to keep up with his identity. That was why he thanked him with a slight bow and headed towards the classroom.

He could clearly sense that something was wrong and he needed to be on the guard. Zoravec' sixth sense was working exceptionally well and he could potentially hear every single sound in the corridor. He passed through the arcade which was empty, it was somewhat grim compared to the usual.

It was expected after all a student was killed and they all were mourning over her death. Zoravec could feel the grim atmosphere but he did not want to question it. Since raising his voice over any such thing would eventually end up in making him suspicious. He also did not want to be labelled as cold hearted for questioning it.

'It seems everyone is missing her. Mm she was indeed a class topper to begin with. Must have had a lot of friends too to pray for her.'

He muddled to himself while dawdling through the arcade, Zorvaec and Lyra were classmates and were polar opposites of each other.

However, it was still a mystery to him why a girl like Lyra, who was gorgeous and an exquisite beauty, would take interest in him. She had numerous men flocking around her like moths and many got burnt by her attitude. It still irked Zoravec like a mystery regarding why she was interested in him?

'No wonder the whole school is mourning over her death. But why do I suddenly feel bad about it?'

Zoravec was unable to admit that whatever he felt at that moment was extreme guilt. He had killed a living being solely under the influence of his carnal desires. He could not bring himself to accept that he felt ashamed upon the whole situation.

He was walking in his own reverie when somebody approached him from behind. Zoravec was completely engrossed in his own thoughts which shunned his senses for a while that he could not hear anything. It was impossible for him not to sense any such movement around him, especially after his transformation.

'Who the hell is-'

His inner curses got interrupted when the person wrapped an arm around Zoravec's neck. He immediately turned around by grabbing the boy's hand, Zoravec twisted it by applying pressure on vital points.

Simon, the guy who appeared behind him winced in pain. Zoravec recognised him imminently and was not surprised that he came to him. How could he not recognise his own bully? Yes, he was the guy from that day who happened to pick up on Zoravec with Pike. [from chapter 2]

'What is he doing here?'

Zoravec muddled to himself because it seemed Simon was not there to pick up on him. Rather there was a confused and horrified expression over his face. Zoravec immediately knew that something was indeed wrong because he had never seen Simon in such a state.

However, as much as he wanted to ask Simon about what was troubling him, Zoravec did not want to sound concerned for his own bully. How could he show weakness? A weakness of forgiving people! Especially the people who did wrong to him, bullied and tortured him. Thus, he twisted his words so Simon would not mistake his inquiry as worry.

"What? What do you want from me now?"

Zoravec keenly stared at the boy who stood in front of him, completely silent. Simon could not speak anything for a moment and simply stared at Zoravec. He could see tears in the bully's eyes which made Zoravec confused as hell.

"Zoravec… Zoravec…I…."

Simon could not really speak anything in one go, he stuttered a lot while saying those words. Zoravec grew suspicious immediately but did not want to console him. How could he? Simon was his bully and Zoravec knew that he could not trust him at all.

"Shoot it! What is it? What do you want now? Wasn't that day's beating enough?"

Zoravec tried to scare him off so he would not disturb him. He did not intend to be involved in another mess once again. Considering how his powers burst out before, it was highly possible that Zoravec would face such a situation once again.

"I…I am sorry for that day, Zoravec. We did not intend to trouble you that day."

Simon apologised to him out of the blue which was indeed a surprising thing for Zoravec. He could not help but suddenly choke and cough on his own saliva. Zoravec could not contemplate any reason for such an apology.

'What has gotten into this guy? Why is he suddenly apologising? That too for something which he had been doing for years.'

That certain thought made Zoravec ponder upon the whole situation. He had no clue why Simon would do anything like that.

He had been friends with Pike ever since and the three of them had been a trio whom people feared a lot. It simply did not make sense why Simon would go out of his usual self to apologize. Zoravec grasped his senses and questioned him bluntly this time. He knew that Simon would not be able to hurt him now.

Zoravec had gotten a confidence boost after his transformation. He was fully aware that nobody could potentially hurt him anymore. Zoravec had more strength this time and could potentially fight with his bullies.

'Dang, I was waiting to pick up a fight with him but now he is apologising. What the actual fuck!?'

He was not happy with whatever was happening because Zoravec intended to test his powers on the bullies. And then blame it all on them since everyone knew they were the troublemakers. However, within his excitement Zoravec forgot that he was known as a weak person and there was no explanation for him about the sudden gain of strength.

Zoravec shook his head and glanced at Simon, he was at the verge of crying. The very scene made Zoravec suspicious regarding what was actually happening. He immediately knew something was wrong with Simon or perhaps he finally got done sense that bullying was bad.

"What the heck!? Is this new trick to lure me, huh? Do you take me for a fool? I am not going to fall for this."

Nonetheless, Zoravec confronted him bluntly thus time since he had not other choice. Simon on the other hand wiped his tears off with the sleeve of his uniform.