Chapter 4 CADAVER

NARRATIVE POINT OF VIEW

“please, not my daughter!” a man unbeknownst to her pleaded, his head was bleeding staining his royal mantle, “let her live...”

A man stood before him with maniacal laughter, the loud sound of something bashing echoed, she then saw the pleading man with his guts leaking out, blood dripping everywhere. The man in red stepped closer, but before she see could who he was, she woke up in a cold sweat.

She gasped loudly, catching her breath. “hooo…” she woke up realizing that it was just a dream. The same damn dream.

She scanned the room she’s in, she’s still in the dungeon. She wondered what time it is, she can hear what seems to be the rumbling of the thunder. She wanted to take a peek outside. As far as she can remember, there’s a clock at the top of the other door on that floor. She sat at the edge of the small bed.

“but the man said to never go out…” she said to herself. She stared at the door and shook her head. “He’s probably saying that to scare me off” she stood up and walked to the door.

“It’s just a peek anyway, it won’t take a while” she opened the door after saying that to herself, just then, a blast of cold air flicked her face. It was enough to make her shiver, she clenched her hands by the frame of the door and peeked out the hall.

Darkness, that was all there is to it. No lights, no lamps, no sound except the faint thunder. From where she’s standing, she cannot see anything, not even the clock. She went back to the room, grabbed the lamp and stepped out. As frail as she is, fear is not something she often feels.

The only one who can make her quiver is her master. She held the lamp up high, and illuminated the way to that door. She leisurely trudges, stoic as ever avoiding the cold touch of the walls. She came to a halt when it was just enough for her to see the time, it’s 2AM. It’s still pretty early, she was about to step away when a pungent smell hit her nose. She froze in spot, she cannot be mistaken, it was the smell of blood and it’s obvious where it’s coming from.

In a swift moment, her train of thought came rushing for all the possibilities of what that might be. She stared at the wooden door, the knob itself was asking to be opened. Agatha is a brave young lady beaming with curiosity. She extended her hand, reached for the knob and turned it around. The rusty smell has strike, she covered her nose, it’s fresh blood and she’s certain. The door opened wide, for a room beneath the manor, she wasn’t expecting it to have large windows over looking the woods. It was open, no curtains and the heavy raindrops echoed as they came blazing down one by one. It was dark, she cannot make out what’s on the floor despite the flame of the lamp.

She stepped inside, trying to make out the outline she saw in the distance. She took another step, then another until a deafening thunder came, lighting up the room, she saw everything.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!” she screamed, falling on her knees out of shock as she sees a pile of dead naked bodies lying on the floor. The pool of blood reached the end of her skirt, it made her skin crawl as the darkness of the night envelopes the room once more. She couldn't believe what she just saw.

Another faint rumbling echoed, followed by what seems like exploding thunder, the room lit up once more, this time for a good while. Her eyes were wide open, tears began dawning on her cheeks when she realized who these people were. Looking at her with dead eyes was Corden, looking pale as if he's been killed by a process of draining. His hollow eyes and wide opened mouth registered in her mind. She quickly stood up, screaming atop of her lungs as she tried to get away from there.

She bit her lips, eagerly waiting for him to take the initiative. He read her like a book, stripping his coat and vest he never broke eye contact. His smile never faded, in fact it grew bigger as he takes off his top fully. It revealed his buff body. But one thing surprised her.

“Viscount Claude, you’re pale as a ghost…you must be nervous” she said with a seductive smile, flaunting her naked self. He chuckled as he extended his hands, pinning her legs against the soft cushiony bed, he kneeled over letting his face greet her navel.

“uhmmmm” Lady Irene moaned, gripping the pillow as she feels the blatant touch of his tongue licking her entrance. Her legs shivered, emanating her pre cum over his mouth.

“ahhh…Viscount…” she called for his name, “deeper” she commanded with closed eyes and breathy heave. Unbeknownst to her, he was beginning to get irritated. His brows furrowed as he drill deeper inside her, hitting her walls constantly just to make her cum.

Her hand made its way to his hair, pulling it lightly out of pleasure and that was his breaking point. He pulled away, looked her dead in the eye and leaned over to face her.

“what, why did you stop?” Lady Irene asked, obviously feeling withheld. She met his eyes and immediately froze. He looked pissed. No, he looked completely different from the warm gentleman earlier. She gaped, waiting for what he has to say but he just leaned over to kiss her neck.

She immediately felt that something's wrong. She faked a cough, holding his chest to lightly push him away. “Viscount…wait” she said but he didn’t stop, his kiss dug deeper almost bruising her neck, it began hurting and she started pounding him.

“Claude! Stop it hurts!” she demanded, feeling scared with his sudden shift. He furrowed his brows, eyes flaming with rage she bit her “you scoundrel!” she yelled and it was his limit.

A rush of electricity ran through his spine, flexing his veins and shattering his conscience, he draw his fangs out making the Lady scream in pain. He pulled away, taking a part of her neck creating an opening to her blood flow.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” she yelled out in excruciating pain, she blocked the wound using her hand but it wasn’t enough. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked back at the man, “noooooo!” she yelled as she pushes him away, getting off frantically on the bed completely naked and going out of the lavish room with her blood flowing as if someone opened a faucet. He remained on the bed, chuckling whilst showing his true form. A pale, veiny monster in a dead glow. With a piercing black sclera and red pupils he stood up. Blood flowed out of his mouth. He leisurely walked out the room. Calling her name out loud he stood atop the stairs looking down at the naked noble trying her best to get away from him. "Where are you going milady? I've yet to plant my seeds in you"

“Duncy! You low born-w-where are you!?” for an injured human, he thought that she’s holding out better than he expected. He chuckled and she looked back, “Get away from me! You monster!” she yelled, weakly clinging on the staircase. “help! Someone help!”

He laughed as a response, he took a deep breath “HELP!” he yeeled and she froze, she looked back with her hands still on the side of her neck. She had a look of horror.

“Someone help her!” he said out loud with both his hands on the side of his mouth to make his call louder. He did it a couple more times before giving up. “tch…too bad no one’s around” he said with a mocking pout. "I killed them" he followed, “They don’t taste good though, they’re low-born after all” he commented as he stepped down one stair at a time.

She began sobbing, fear, rage and betrayal can be read on her eyes. “Will you quench my thirst, milady?” he asked respectfully, smiling warmly and all like what he did earlier. She broke down in the middle of the grand hall, the blood loss finally caught up to her, she felt his vision getting blurry, she was about to pass out.

“Don’t’ worry, your death will put you out in misery” Viscount Claude uttered as he appeared in front of her all of a sudden.

Lady Irene weakly plunged on the marble porch, the last thing she saw was him biting her neck and sucking the sweet serum which is blood out of her miserable life.

“Haaaa” he heaved, breathing loudly after tasting the euphoric tang of the only subsistence he takes. He laughed as the blood of the young lady dripped off his lips, he licked it, feeling contented for the first time this month.

“Lady Irene!” a voice echoed from one of the halls connecting to the main entrance. He furrowed his brows. Dropping the body of the young woman, he stood up as the footsteps came running closer.

“Lady I-“ Agatha froze in place, her jaw dropped as she took a step back. She wanted to say something, but the extreme terror she felt took over. She broke down on her knees, looking at the corpse of her master lying in the middle of the hall.

She was thin, as if everything inside her disappeared. “n-no…” she repeatedly said to herself. “t-this can’t b-be”

Her tears dripped, feeling confused at what’s happening she began screaming together with the deafening thunder, but it was quickly shut down by a loud thud coming from behind her.

“what can’t be?” a cold voice blared her ears, she immediately knew who it was, but she felt that its eerily different. She looked back, only to be greeted by the half-naked Viscount with raging red pupils, pale veiny skin and bloody fangs. He stepped closer and the thunder came once more, in a flash of an eye a loud bang bore her mind. It was a fast hit, she fell unconscious on the floor with not enough time to react.

He eyed Agatha with a dead expression, he heaved, feeling his blood boil.

He kneeled, examining her face, hoping for his gamble to pay off.