My Werewolf Vampire Lover

Chapter 4: My New Home

The journey seemed endless and bumpy, the car jostling along the winding road. Dressed in gray-brown attire, I sat quietly on the edge of the bed. Matthew sat in a chair beside me, casually unbuttoning his white shirt with one hand while holding a glass of red wine with the other, his brown tie slightly askew. I lowered my head and softly asked, “Did you come to find me on purpose?” As I spoke, I removed the garish and flamboyant hairpiece from my head, letting my black hair cascade down my shoulders like a waterfall.

“Yes,” Matthew replied succinctly, taking a sip of his wine, his gaze piercing. “What are you thinking?”

“Not much,” I answered calmly.

“Is that so?” He suddenly stood up, moving to my other side, leaning down to look into my lowered eyes, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “Why did you give up a stable life for this dangerous job?” He seemed to be probing my complex feelings about this line of work.

I lifted my head, meeting his gaze with a mix of resignation and determination in my voice. “Do you think, after everything, I can return to my former life? Do you think I can go back to being an ordinary, clean-cut graduate student?” My words were laden with memories of the past and the harsh reality of the present.

He was silent for a moment, holding his wine glass as he quietly looked at me, as if contemplating something. As I gazed into his deep yellow eyes, an inexplicable sadness welled up inside me, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face, smudging my eyeliner and revealing my pallid complexion, highlighting my weariness.

“Look at you now,” Matthew sighed softly, offering the wine glass to my lips. I obediently drank, but the tears didn’t stop.

“Why did you come to find me?” I asked, my emotions gradually calming down as I looked up at him.

“You don’t have to live like this anymore,” Matthew’s voice was filled with confidence and determination. “Manhattan is now under my control.” His words carried an air of authority and dominance.

I was momentarily taken aback, then asked, “So the organization won’t come after me anymore?”

He shook his head lightly, leaning against the pillow as he spoke slowly, “You’re too naive. If the organization really wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have survived this long.” His voice was filled with a clear understanding of reality and a protective sentiment towards me.

I bowed my head and murmured, “Thank you.”

“That’s all in the past, no need to dwell on it,” Matthew sighed, changing the subject. “Don’t you want to know why I came to find you?”

I looked up at him again, “Yes.”

“The reason is simple,” his eyes were intense, “I want you to work for the organization.” His words conveyed a sense of acknowledgment and expectation. “You’re very special.”

“Special?” I let out a bitter laugh, “If this kind of special means living like this, I’d rather be ordinary.”

He shook his head, his tone serious, “That attitude and mindset won’t survive in the organization. To be honest, you have a lot of potential. Training a killer usually takes at least six months, but you, in just 20 days of continuous training, have shown the skills of a seasoned assassin.”

I was slightly taken aback, then asked, “Are you complimenting me?”

He looked at me deeply and said slowly, “It’s more than a compliment, Shi Yunqian. Honestly, I have a bit of a personal stake in bringing you back.” There was a complexity in his words.

I turned and looked at him seriously, “You’re not like yourself, Matthew. I don’t know if it’s because you’ve become the leader of the organization in Manhattan, but your demeanor has completely changed.”

He smiled slightly, not directly answering my question, instead saying, “To gain something, sacrifices must be made. As for the eyes, you’ll find out in due time.”

“In due time?” I asked, puzzled. “Sounds like I’ll be working for the organization for a long time?”

He shook his head, smiling, “Not for the organization, specifically for me. You’ll be reporting to me. But before that, you’ll need to pass a series of evaluations to be worthy of the color you’re wearing.” His words were filled with expectations and trust.

I looked at the gray-brown clothes I wore, feeling a surge of inexplicable emotion. This was the color many outside longed for, symbolizing power, status, and honor. And now, I was about to become part of it.

“Oh, this is the color that everyone outside desires,” I said softly, turning to Matthew. “There are many things I’ll soon find out.”

I wanted to ask more, but the car had come to a smooth stop. A polite voice called from outside, “Boss.”

Matthew stood up, adjusting his gray-brown suit, fastening the buttons, then looked at me, “Come, see your new home.”

“My new home?” I frowned, standing up and following him out of the car. Before me stood a mansion, a true mansion. Located on the outskirts of Manhattan, it was a three-story villa with a strong English style.

“What is this?” I asked Matthew, pointing at the house.

“This is your future home, and also where you’ll be working,” he answered with great meaning. We then walked into the house together.

The interior was simple yet elegant and witty. I looked at Matthew, expecting him to tell me more about this place.

“Follow me,” he said, dismissing the bodyguards around us, taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom under the stairs on the first floor. Once inside, he locked the door. I looked at him in confusion, “What are you doing?” The bathroom, being under the stairs, was pitch dark once the door was closed.

“Look here,” he said, turning on his phone’s light, illuminating the mirror on the wall. I walked towards the mirror, my hands naturally resting on the sides of the sink. Suddenly, the sink seemed to come alive, green scanning beams sweeping over my hands. Then the entire mirror lit up, red scanning beams tracing my face. The bathtub rose, revealing a hidden tunnel.

“A tunnel?” I looked at Matthew in surprise.

“Yes,” he nodded, “This is the entrance to where you’ll be working. Only you can open this path. Now, it’s time to test you.” He suddenly pushed me into the tunnel.

I landed heavily on the ground… ahead, a dark passage stretched endlessly, the entrance above sealed tightly.