Chapter 7: End of the Flashback
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I quietly turned off the frequency's clamor, yet my heart remained calm. Self-reliant, I confidently continued on my path. In just a moment, I would complete this formidable task. At this moment, I felt like a striking secret agent in a movie, navigating the treacherous world of espionage with ease and grace.
I strode forward with determined steps, each movement exuding confidence and elegance. My plan was meticulously laid out in my mind, every step proceeding as planned. Just like in classic Western spy films, I nonchalantly held a martini as I approached my target.
But then, an invisible force seemed to seize control of my high heel, causing me to stumble towards the old politician. The wine glass in my hand traced a graceful arc through the air before shattering on the ground, scattering red liquid that stained the politician's white shirt like a blooming crimson rose.
“Oh, damn!” The old politician’s curse was cut short by his greasy drawl. His lecherous eyes roved over me, filled with undisguised desire. I feigned a panicked look and apologized in accented English, pulling a scarf from my bag to hurriedly dab at the wine stain on his chest.
“It’s alright.” His voice grew more repulsive, like a slimy snake slithering into my ear. He grabbed the hand I was using to wipe the stain, his eyes gleaming with greed. “But you should know, Asian girl, this shirt is worth a fortune.”
I smiled softly, pulling my hand free and stepping back while adjusting my hair. “Whatever the cost, I’ll compensate you,” I replied gently yet firmly, as if my words were a spring breeze caressing his heart.
The old politician grinned wickedly and led me to the elevator, straight to the ninth-floor presidential suite. It was a room of ultimate luxury, guarded by two bodyguards who seized my bag. I said nothing, silently following the politician into what would soon be his final resting place.
“This old bastard still has strength despite his age!” I cursed silently, raising the tip of my high heel and kicking him hard in the groin. He screamed, but I swiftly covered his mouth, preventing any sound from alerting the bodyguards outside.
“Sorry, old pervert.” I whispered coldly, unbuckling my belt and transforming it into a sharp blade. I aimed at his heart and stabbed fiercely from behind. He let out a painful groan, but the sound quickly faded under my relentless assault.
I exhaled softly and turned on a dim bedside lamp. I looked at my bitten hand in surprise as the evident bite mark vanished without a trace. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, but the reality was clear: my hand was unscathed, as if the bite had been a mere illusion.
“What is going on?” I muttered, fear creeping into my heart. However, I had no time to dwell on this mystery as urgent footsteps sounded outside the door. I quickly drew my gun, ready to face the intruders. But when the door burst open, I was astonished to see my rescuer—Matthew.
Dressed in authentic spy attire, from leather jacket to leather pants, he exuded a cool and formidable aura. He grabbed my hand without hesitation and pulled me towards the door. “We need to go!” His voice was firm and reassuring, a warm current flowing into my heart.
We fled the room swiftly, but as I glanced back, I seemed to see the politician’s body exploding into yellow dust. Matthew moved too fast for me to determine if it was real or just my imagination.
In the dark underground tunnel, we ran, searching for the rapidly approaching attacker. I realized those strange occurrences weren’t figments of my subconscious but stark reality. The instantly healing bite mark, the body turning to dust… these eerie phenomena filled me with unprecedented fear.
Suddenly, a cold presence closed in on me, a powerful hand clamping down on my limbs and pinning me against the wall. I looked up to see a grotesque creature staring at me. Its eyes were as black as a bat’s, with no trace of white, and its fangs protruded like sharp knives.
“Vampire?” I screamed in terror, but Matthew’s voice came calmly beside me, “Yes, that’s a vampire.”
I struggled fiercely, trying to break free from the monster’s grip. But its strength was overwhelming, and my efforts were futile. The vampire opened its fangs, emitting a terrifying hiss, and its sharp teeth pierced my neck. I felt a powerful suction draining my blood, accompanied by a weakening sensation spreading through my body. My life force was rapidly fading under the vampire’s feeding…
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