Hypnosis
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The little human kept dragging me forward. By the time I realized where she had led me, I was already standing in the middle of Melody Street.
Damn it.
Of all places, why did she have to bring me here? This street was a death sentence for me at this moment. Was she trying to get me killed?
I turned to confront her, but before I could utter a word, she grabbed my arm again and pulled me into a dark alley. My senses were on high alert as she tapped a strange rhythm on a worn-out wooden door.
A moment later, the door creaked open, and a hand shot out, yanking us both inside. The figure—a man—quickly glanced around before slamming the door shut behind us.
The little human flashed him a grin. "Hi, Jack."
That creepy smile made something in me bristle. It wasn’t warm or innocent—it was the kind of smile that made you feel like you were being dragged into something dangerous.
Jack’s reaction was instant. He staggered back, shaking his head.
"Why are you smiling?" he asked, his voice edged with wariness. "Don't smile. Every time you do, something bad happens, and I end up getting hurt."
Her grin vanished, replaced by an irritated scoff. "I need a place to crash till tomorrow."
Jack frowned, his gaze shifting to me. His hesitation was palpable.
"And you think I’ll help you how?" he muttered.
"You owe me, Jack," she stated flatly. "I know you have a place for us. Rachel told me last time."
Jack was about to argue when I finally stepped forward, tired of this pointless exchange. My patience was running dangerously thin.
"Shut up and show us the place."
Jack blinked, momentarily stunned by the force in my voice. Then his body stiffened. I could see the faint glaze over his eyes—the hypnosis had worked.
Slowly, he raised his hand and pointed upward. My gaze followed, landing on a concealed attic hatch in the ceiling. Good. A temporary hiding spot.
"Open it," I commanded.
Jack obeyed without question, grabbing a stick and pulling the attic door open. A small wooden staircase unfolded. The little human climbed up first, peeking around cautiously before nodding in approval.
I turned back to Jack, stepping closer. His pulse thudded unevenly, his instincts screaming at him to run but he can't not until I say so.
"Now, listen to me, Jack," I said, my voice low and controlled. "If anyone comes and asks if there’s someone in this house, you will tell them there is no one here but you. Do you understand me?"
Jack nodded, his lips parting slightly. "Yes. If anyone asks, I’ll say I’m alone."
"Good. Now go back to whatever you were doing, forget this conversation, and stay out of the attic until tomorrow. Got it?"
Another stiff nod. "Yes. Yes."
" Also go get some salt and make a circle around the house."
" Okay"
Satisfied, I scanned the small kitchen, grabbed some bread and a flask of water, and climbed up into the attic, shutting the hatch behind me.
The attic was cramped and musty, the air thick with dust. There were old, worn-out beds crammed together in one corner. Too many. Frowning, I shoved them aside and chose the floor instead. I had no interest in comfort.
Setting the bread and water beside me, I turned my attention to the little human, who had curled up in the farthest corner, watching me with sharp, calculating eyes.
She tilted her head. "How are you hypnotizing people with just your words? Is this like the healing ability vampires have?"
I let out a quiet, amused breath. "No," I murmured, curling my lips into a half-smirk. "It’s not a power. It’s a skill. And only I have it."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity flickering behind them. But I could tell she wasn’t ready to ask more—not yet.
Fine by me.
For now, I just needed silence.
Night fell quickly.
After eating the bread, the little human drifted into sleep, her breathing soft and steady. I watched her for a moment before pulling a blanket over her small frame.
She looked fragile like this. Too fragile for someone who dragged me through the worst parts of the city without hesitation.
Shaking off the thought, I quietly opened the attic hatch and climbed down.
The house was eerily silent. Jack was slumped over his desk in the study, fast asleep, his face half-buried in a pile of papers. I exhaled slowly, taking in the room.
The little human had mentioned that Jack was a blacksmith, though I wouldn’t have guessed it from the cluttered state of his home. Apparently, she had saved his arm when a nobleman sliced it open as punishment for delivering an order late. Since then, she had made him tag along on late-night medical calls, dragging him into her strange world.
I glanced toward the window, peering outside.
Too dark.
That was why I hated Melody Street. It was always darker than normal, the shadows stretching unnaturally, clinging to the corners of buildings like living things. Witches lurked here, whispering spells into the night, twisting the air with their dark magic.
I reached out and shut the window properly, locking it tight.
Then, I moved through the house, checking the salt circle we had placed earlier. My shoulders relaxed slightly when I saw it was still intact.
Good.
The salt would keep the witches from sensing my presence. I just needed time—until morning. Then, I would walk back to my mansion, face whoever was foolish enough to challenge me.
Once they realise that I am back to being Vampire they would run to hide but I will assure them that they can never really escape from me.
The light from the window makes an object near the fireplace shine, which draws my attention. Seeing a familiar pattern on the wall, I walked towards it.
" What the Hell? how did it end up here?"
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