Chapter 4 *** Lisa Quimby ***
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*** THEME SONG: Copycat By Billie Eillish ***
Lisa squirmed inside his tight embrace in a futile attempt to run away. But his fangs were deep inside her skin, wriggling like a pair of monster claws but successfully created a friction between pain and pleasure.
Lisa didn't know whether Cyrus was doing it on purpose or not but there was a knot inside her stomach. A fire started to relish from her lower abdomen and spreaded through her veins like a slow poison.
On the contrary, Cyrus was having nothing of it. Her blood tasted like a delicious poison which he never wanted to stop sucking. But when the woman's body started to shake like a fallen leaf, Cyrus withdrawed his fangs reluctantly from her skin.
His pair of red eyes searched through the depth of her half-opened eyes which were staring at him disdainfully. Cyrus's voice came out a bit hoarsely,
" Because I have claimed you as my pet. You will carry the mark of my fangs forever."
Lisa's face further deadpanned when he managed to explain the importance of this bite mark. Her fists were clenching aside to suppress her wrath. She growled stubbornly,
" I am never going to be yours."
Cyrus cut off with a dangerous hush sound,
" It's not upto you anymore, little girl."
Lisa wanted to rebuke but thinking twice that she was at his mercy, she dismissed the thoughts and looked down at her feet blankly. Cyrus suddenly cracked into a wicked grin and commented hooking his one finger under her chin,
" So stubborn! You know what? I have other ways to claim you rather than a blood pet. So behave unless you wish to be claimed by me on the bed."
Cyrus's words didn't leave an impact on Lisa, instead she felt utterly disgusted. As they both stood facing each others in silence, an urgent knock came out from the doorway.
With a little irritated frown, Cyrus turned around and approved fast briefly,
" COME IN! "
The door opened with a creak and soon after the maid in red hair entered with a poker face. Cyrus narrowed his gaze dangerously at her sight. Before he could be more rude, the maid bowed her head longingly and sutured fearfully,
" Your Highness! Mr.Smith is expecting your visit in the hallway."
Cyrus waved his hands off, signalling her to leave and grew a little curious. Mr.Smith was one of the minister in charge of Thornlake's well being. Without any serious issues, he wouldn't come up to meet him.
As he dwelled in his own thoughts, he failed to notice the spark, excitement on Lisa's eyes as she heard Mr.Smith's name. She opened to say something but swallowed back when she was reminded of her own position in the castle.
The maid retreated stepping backwards slowly and shot Lisa a hateful glare before closing off the door. Without saying anymore words, Cyrus turned around to leave but Lisa's pleasing voice halted him in his track,
" Can..can I go around with you?"
Her question brought a wicked smile on Cyrus's face who thought that she wouldn't speak to him ever. He arched his head back amusingly and replied with a chuckle,
" No! Unless you behave well, you aren't coming out from this room, little pet. Now go back to sleep."
Cyrus denied without any debate and left Lisa alone in dismay. After his departure, she sneered clenching her teeth together,
" I hate you, Cyrus Nelson."
Cyrus made his way towards the guesthouse gleefully. As soon as he appeared outside, his expression was solemn emitting an aura of king subconsciously.
Reaching at the doorway, he saw Mr.Smith sitting on the couch with a gloomy face. Since Mr.Smith was young vampire, he had quite friendly relationship with Cyrus.
Upon noticing his arrival, Mr.Smith stood up and greeted as usual bending his head down a little. Cyrus walked in front of him and asked plopping down on the couch in front of him,
" Smith! What happened? You are late at this hour?"
Meanwhile, Claud was getting ready to go outside when he happened to see his brother meeting Mr.Smith at this hour. Without showing himself, he sneakily hid behind the door and sharpened his ears to hear them evidently.
Mr.Smith struggled for a while before pleading weakly,
" Your Highness! I..I need a favor from you."
Cyrus persuaded him to speak without hesitation hence Smith helpled him so much times in the past,
" Sure! Go ahead! Don't be so formal! "
Smith exhaled a deep sigh and glanced up at him to speak worryingly,
" Your Highness! My fiancee has suddenly gone missing from tonight. I have used all of my sources to track her but there is no symptoms of her presence anywhere. So I come to seek for your help."
Cyrus pondered in deep thoughts before questioning back curiously,
" You had fiancee? Anyways what's her name? I will surely help you out finding her."
Mr.Smith breathed a single word,
" Lisa Quimby! She comes from a poor family. She is missing from her house."
Cyrus's expression froze including Claud who was hearing their words from the back of door. Claud smiled wickedly. It was a crime to claim an engaged woman as pet. Most importantly, the church wouldn't allow it ever.
Smith waited for his answer who seemed to fall in deep dilemma. To regain his conscious, Smith cleared his throat and called out nervously,
" Your Highness! Did..did you hear this name anywhere before?"
Cyrus dwelled in dillemma while looking up at Smith blankly. Claud waited in anticipation and was happy that his filthy human pet would be sending back to its deserved place now.
But to his surprise, Cyrus formed into a faint smile and gave Smith a reply in an indifferent voice,
" No! I have never heard this name before. How about you look for her in the west, Smith? Perhaps she has become the prey of those witches."
Claud was shocked to death as he kept peering at them blankheadedly.
Why was his brother lying to Mr.Smith even after knowing the truth and danger of keeping her by his side?
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