“Too bad,” he whispers. “I could have kept a cute one like you as a pet…”

A pet? Another chill crawls down my spine. I don’t know what that fucker’s thinking about, but that’s a huge no. I finally manage to utter a faint, pathetic hiss, but he chuckles. He’s only steps away now. I’m screaming for Bart or Richard to show up, but it’s all in my head, not a single sound comes out of my mouth.

“Thanks for leaving some for me,” he chuckles, stepping right in front of me. “I’ll enjoy them right after I get rid of y-”

He suddenly disappears out of my sight. In the blink of an eye, I just have time to see a black shadow before the guy is violently thrown against the opposite wall, the bricks making a horrible sound. The pressure I felt until a second ago is gone, and Bart appears. He grabs the guy by the throat, pulls him away from the wall for just a second before brutally slamming him against it again. I can hear the guy’s skull break in at least a dozen places, and he croaks, his throat crushed under Bart’s clutches.

“What was that you said you were about to do to my little sis, exactly?” He tilts his head with a furious look.

The guy’s eyes open wide in horror as he realizes his mistake. He glances at me, then back to Bart. There’s nothing left of the guy that was terrorizing me seconds ago. I’m still shaking, but I’m also fucking relieved, and a bit impressed at how easily Bart just destroyed the guy’s throat and crushed his dominance. A bit scared, too, but I’m glad he’s on my side… The stranger pathetically tries to grab Bartholomew’s hand to have him release his grip, but even I can tell that’s not going to happen. The difference in strength is far worse than he and I.

“I…” He wheezes. “I didn’t… The S-scotsman…”

…The Scotsman? Does he mean Richard?

“Yes, you pathetic piece of vampire shit,” hisses Bart. “She’s a Heartgraves, and the Scotsman’s back. So you’d better scram the fuck back to whichever shithole you came out from, and if I ever get sight of your pathetic mug again, anywhere near London or near us, I’m wiping those streets with your fucking intestines. Are we clear?”

The guy can barely wheeze some faint approval, but the terror in his eyes is good enough. Bart slowly lets go, still glaring furiously at him, and we watch the guy vanish at record speed. I let out a sigh.

“…You alright, Baby?”

“Don’t you ever be late again,” I mutter, almost a cry.

I try to wipe the blood off my face, but my hands are still shaking. I don’t want to imagine what would have happened if he had been just a minute late… Bart walks up to me, and takes out another tissue to help me out.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be unlucky enough to cross paths with this kind…”

“What kind is that?”

“The scum of vampires,” he scoffs. “Scavengers. Those guys are pathetic. They hunt easy targets, leave a mess behind them and usually target young vampires like you to kill them and have less competition, or worse, force them to do their deeds. They are partially the reason why there aren’t as many vampires as before.”

I faintly nod. I had no idea…

“Are there many?” I ask, my voice a bit raspier than I would have wanted it.

“Normally, no. But he probably thought he could have a good time while the local Overlord wasn’t around.”

“…The Scotsman he mentioned, is it Richard?”

“Yeah, that’s one of the names they know him by. Though I’m pretty sure he’s older than that…”

What does that mean? …He can’t possibly mean older than actual Scotland? Bart turns around to go and check on the two guys I left like that. He grabs them to look at their necks, and chuckles.

“You did this?”

“I managed to stop myself on the first one,” I protested, slightly hurt.

“What about the second one?”

I get worried for a second, but I realize I can hear the passed out guy’s heartbeat. I shake my head.

honest. I was getting to the good part

at hand was a good move. …Your hunger’s still to be trained, but you did a good job at charming them,

to be hard? Not to gloat but it felt

talent for charm, others for

word, I can’t help but stare at the wrecked wall on our left. Everything happened so fast, and I still feel

how old was

“What?”

the one who tried to attack

dunno, maybe a century old. I’ve never seen him before.

to

I print that image of the destroyed wall in my head, I want to remember what just happened if I ever get weak. Both guys gone, Bart walks back to me, putting

think you got enough action for today. Let’s go

big time. I walk back with Bart, letting him guide me in silence while I reminisce about what happened. He doesn’t seem to mind the silence, but it takes me all the journey back to

else will try to pull that crap on you again. That bastard will spread the word that Richard’s back, all the vermin are

“…Is Richard that powerful?”

if that explained it all. “No vampire in their

that guy? Don’t they all have…

actually create vampires without thinking twice, or worse, just to drop their offspring on another Overlord’s territory, their way to piss each other off

New York, hunting like a beast, slave of my thirst and with nobody to

is

Bart chuckles. “He’s the Scotsman, Hera. Richard’s territory is

but why? What pushed him to go overseas? I hesitate to ask Bart, but he seemed already shocked that Richard had gone to New York, he probably doesn’t know either. Cata doesn’t seem like she’d pry into the Patriarch’s matters either. …Perhaps I

we reach the house, and Bart opens the door for me. Cata is still in the kitchen when we walk

She asks with

a killer!”

Her expression drops.

“Oh my god, really?”

joking!” He rolls his eyes. “Baby did just fine for her first day.

got

it for,” Scoffs Bart. “You never leave

focuses on her cooking again. It’s like she just can’t stop for a minute. The second she puts whatever she was baking in the

silence takes place

shower,” I mutter. “Cata,

one

I mutter, glancing down at my short, tight black dress.

“I’m on it!”

out of the kitchen

shower too,”

on? I need to double-check with Cata. I make a stop to check the wardrobe, but it’s empty. Shit, do I get to do

peach soap and wash my hair. When I step out, I grab a couple of towels to wrap my hair and body in, and find the clothes Cata left for me on the bed. She visibly handpicked a couple of outfits, probably from my fellow female vampires’ bedrooms again… I go for denim jeans and a simple black knitted sleeveless turtleneck top. Funny how I’m attracted to darker

My face looks a bit more colored, but I can’t tell if it’s from the blood I drank, or the shower’s heat. My hair is so freaking long… I kind of want to cut it

rooms. After climbing the stairs to the next floor, I realize there’s sound coming from one of the rooms, something soft at regular intervals. I can’t help but walk over, a bit intrigued. None of the rooms have any names on them, or anything to signal it’s occupied. The noise, again. It’s coming from a room upstairs. Is it Richard? I climb to the last floor, finding the door behind which it’s coming from. It’s so faint, but after a few seconds, I hear it again.

“…Richard?”

it’s like I’m looking at a library. There

you?”

“…I’m Hera. I’m new.”

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