Contract Marriage With a Vampire

Chapter 3

My head was aching badly when I opened my eyes. I knew at once that I was in a grand unfamiliar room I've never visited before. A golden chandelier was hanging above and the intricate details of the furniture and every corner reminded me of the Victorian style. But even though it looked classic, it also has a bit of modern touches.

Sure, it was a good place to sleep in, but where was this place exactly?

As I rose slowly in a sitting position, the double doors of the room opened. A man in an all black attire went in. He was wearing a black turtleneck, black slacks and black overcoat. One look and I knew he was close to my age. A few years older than me at least. He was tall, lean and his chest was broad. He looked strong. My gaze then climbed to his face and found a pair of raven-brooding eyes. His features were marked with hardness, especially his angular jaw that brought enough manliness that his face needed. His nose was high-bridged, lips thin and pale red, and skin was pale but seemed to be glowing. He was… dazzling. Too perfect for a human that I doubt if he was.

"Who are you?" I asked, but then I turned still, surprised that my voice sounded a little strange. It came naturally cold and smooth, I doubted for a moment if the voice really came from me.

"Aren't I supposed to ask that?" he said, drawing near. His voice was velvety in a pleasant way, and his tone was calm, soothing.

My forehead creased and I tried to remember everything that happened.

When I finally did, I froze. Then I panicked.

"Oh God! Where is Jaxon? Why am I…"

"You are in my residence, lady," the man said. He went closer and stopped a foot beside the bed where I was. "If I am not mistaken, the man you are talking about is the werewolf, right?"

He knew about werewolves. Who was this man exactly? If he was there, and if he was the one who helped me, then it could be that he was no human.

"How did I get here? The last thing I remember, I was dying. Did you save me?"

The corners of his lips rose a little, but his eyes were cold and empty as though he had never seen colors his whole life.

"You are right. I saved you from Vienna's coven. I only meant to travel and it happened that I was near the vicinity. I was curious so I went to see. To my surprise, I caught them trying to murder a helpless mortal."

He knew Vienna. And the way he talked, he seemed to know about vampires for a very long time so that their presence didn't surprise him anymore. More importantly, if he came and fought with those powerful vampires all by himself, does it mean he also was a vampire?

"You are one of them," I concluded aloud.

"I am," he admitted without any hesitation.

"Where is Jaxon? Did you also help him?"

"He must be dead by now."

My eyes widened in horror.

"What are you saying? You said you were there. You managed to save me–"

"Vienna has the ability to poison one's mind and make him suffer for a few hours before he dies. It is an irrevocable poison that once it enters someone's mind, he will have no chance of surviving. So why would I save a dying man? It would only be a waste of time."

My hands trembled. I felt so bad inside but I could not cry. I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clenched my trembling hands into fists.

"What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?"

"I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of matured vampires. You know what brought her that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard of someone who had survived from her ability before, so no doubt that the werewolf is dead by now."

I couldn't move. Anger rushed through my veins and I felt like I was about to burst.

Images flashed in my mind. Jaxon is dead. Everyone in his pack died.

I heard a harsh ripping sound. I turned to see the man, thinking it was from him, but I grew confused when I saw him standing upright in the same position, very calm.

I was about to ask him where the ripping sound came from, when I realized I felt strange.

I could see everything clearly, even the tiniest bit of the dust. I could hear every little sound around the place. I felt a little lighter and good in some way. The headache earlier had already vanished and all I could feel was that despite what I've gone through, I felt whole, I felt new.

But there was one thing that really caught me off guard. Why couldn't I feel my own heartbeat?

"How do you feel?" the man asked.

"What have you done to me?"

He snapped and the huge mirror from the far corner flew towards me. Thinking that he was going to hit me with the mirror, I backed away by instinct. But then later on, I realized it wasn't his intent.

I was about to ask what it was for when I had a good look at my reflection. My mouth fell open, my eyes wide.

How on the earth did this happen?

My eyes…

They are b****y red.