Contract Marriage With a Vampire

Chapter 4

"Isn't this what you want? To be a vampire because you want to be with your vampire boyfriend forever?"

Vampire's eyes. It couldn't be.

I looked at the man. "What do you mean? How did you know about me and Carter? And are you saying I had turned into a vampire?"

No… this is ridiculous. The last thing I remembered, I was at the brink of death. I had accepted that I would die right there and I really thought I had no chance. Yet I woke up in a luxurious bedchamber with an unfamiliar vampire saying that Jaxon is dead, and then showing me my own reflection with my red eyes. How am I supposed to deal with these all at once?

My eyes drifted back to the mirror to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. The color of my eyes were still the same, blood red. Back then, I dreamed of being a vampire because I wanted to be with Carter as long as he lives, but what is the point of being a vampire now that he's gone?

"You are still confused, I see. To cut the story short, Vienna's subordinate, the one with her when she attacked you and your werewolf friend, bit you. He wasn't actually thinking of sparing you, but then I came and disturbed his supposed to be peaceful meal. I got you afterwards and the vampire's venom was incredibly spreading so fast in your body. Knowing that you will turn to a newborn soon, I couldn't just leave you around Lynnwood. Newborn vampires who just went through transition can't control themselves and would likely end up hurting anyone. That's why I brought you here to my residence instead."

I turned into a vampire.

I loved the idea back then, but now, why does it terrify me?

I still couldn't bring myself to believe everything I've heard, but when I realized how my throat felt like all this time, I came to understand that this wasn't just some sort of a prank. It was real. I really turned into the creature I dreamed to be before. My red eyes and my burning throat are the proof. But it didn't feel right. Everything didn't feel right.

"Henry," the man called.

The door opened and another man went in. He was wearing a black suit and a tie. He was tall, but not as tall as the first man, lean and had black mustache. In human age, I could say he is around early thirties. He was carrying a round stainless tray with a cover. He stopped a foot before the younger man, his head slightly bowed as if he was paying respect.

"Here, My Lord," the man named Henry said as he took the cover, revealing a wine glass filled with thick, red liquid.

How Henry addressed him made it obvious that he was working under his wing. Then does it mean that this man who saved me is not just powerful but also influential?

"Drink this," the man demanded as he gave me the glass with red liquid, which I'm sure is blood.

I thought like before, I wouldn't like the smell of the blood, but I was surprised when the glass was brought closer to me, a very luscious smell took over my senses and everything I could think of was the burning sensation in my throat. I felt incredibly thirsty. I was sure it wasn't thirst for water, though. It was the kind of thirst that was too potent for me to suppress.

"Drink," the man said again.

I didn't know what I was doing anymore. The next thing I knew, I was already holding the wine glass with both my hands, and I was drinking what was inside. The fact that it was blood didn't bother me at all. All I had in my mind was that it felt good. The satisfaction I felt was mind-blowing that I forgot everything else for a moment.

The glass fell on the comforter when I was done. My eyes shut and the burning sensation in my throat wasn't there anymore. Most importantly, I felt a lot better, better than I've been my whole life, actually.

When I opened my eyes, Henry was picking up the glass on the comforter. He put it back on the tray and left the bedroom without a word.

Meanwhile, the other man remained. His look was stern and serious. He got something in his pocket and I figured it was a white handkerchief. He then handed it to me in a cold and unaffectionate way.

"Wipe your lips," he said.

That was when I realized I messed myself up when I drank the blood. I wiped the thick liquid at the corner of my lips and in my jaw.

I looked at the handkerchief and saw that it was stained with red. I gripped on to it so tight that I could feel it tearing into pieces in my hand. There is no doubt blood can give satisfaction, but now that I'm back to being sane after that satisfying moment, I realized that being a vampire is no use to me now. Carter had met his true mate and left me, so the reason behind my desire to be a vampire had turned to ashes.

"I don't want this," I muttered, my eyes were on the pieces of handkerchief on my hand. "I don't want to be a vampire."

"It is who you are now. The transition is irrevocable. You don't have a choice but to accept that fact."

I looked up to meet his gaze. "You should just kill me, then."

"Kill you?" His brow shot up. "After I had made an effort to save you, you would just ask me to end your life?"

"I didn't ask for your help, anyway. And what's the point of becoming a vampire? The reason why I wanted to be was gone, but my family is still there. I can't be around them if I'm… dangerous!"

"Have you thought about that when you loved that man in my kind, though?"

"How did you know about that?" Did he know Carter?

"Vienna and I talked for a bit before I got her scared enough to escape. She told me a little background about the root of her anger. She had mentioned Carter Rellis and your relationship with him. That was how I knew it."

The root of Vienna's anger was my relationship with Carter? Is she related to him in any way? But if that is the case, she should have known that Carter already ended everything between us.

"How is Vienna related to Carter?"

"Maybe she loves him? I didn't ask about it anymore since it's none of my business. I just wanted to check if her anger was valid."

"No matter how mad she was, was it right to kill someone out of the picture?" My jaw was tight and I could feel the anger rushing through my veins. Thinking of Jaxon and his pack and that woman made me feel the urge to kill for the very first time.

The man only smirked.

"How about the pack? She said she brought a battalion of vampires with her."

"I have no idea. I was just a mere traveler that day and I happened to save you. I was also out of the picture, wasn't I?"

Right. It was not his business anymore. It wasn't his fault that he didn't know or that he didn't do something. I was the one who brought chaos. Jaxon died because he wanted to protect me.

"I can see it in your eyes that you are blaming yourself, but should you do that? You indeed have a fair share of fault for loving someone not meant for you, but you were not the one who killed your friend, Vienna did. You should loathe her instead of yourself."

"I want to kill her," the words came out in my mouth without thinking. I guess it was anger that pushed me to think that.

"You have every right to," the man said. His long, straight lashes flicked down when he lowered his gaze. "And I think you really need to do that. I've done an investigation right after I brought you here, and I found out that your parents died on the same day Vienna almost killed you."