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Tracy's POV
I found the monster sitting on the floor, and the anger in me rose instantly as the thought of what he had made me pass through didn't stop flashing through me. I began to have a serious headache.
I saw the door open, and I stormed into the dungeon without waiting for his permission.
I got to where he was on the ground and grabbed his collar angrily.
"Why have you made my life so miserable? Why does it have to be me? Why do I have to go through all this?"
I began to ask him and didn't know when the tears started pouring. His silence got me more furious and, at the same time, made me feeble. The headache didn't stop hitting hard.
I suddenly heard Jayden yell at me, asking me to step aside.
Shockingly, I jolted and swiftly stepped aside for him to take over. Still, the tears didn't stop rolling, and the headache didn't stop hitting.
I stayed in a position as I watched him deal with Damon, and at the same time, I was in tears as I recalled the death of my mom.
"He's so heartless," I thought inside me as the tears couldn't stop flowing.
I saw Jayden move out of the dungeon. I immediately followed behind him and pulled myself together.
"I wonder why he left me alone with a monster like him." I thought, forgetting the fact that he's also one of the monsters dominating my life.
I suddenly saw him pause, but I still continued walking and also stopped when I got to his side.
He precipitously touched my shoulder and disappeared with me to my room. A human like me would have fainted several times if they witnessed their teleportation and the disappearance of a thing.
As soon as we got to the room, he touched my chin and raised my head up.
He stared into my face, and I used the opportunity to ask him why he left without getting any information from Damon.
He turned a deaf ear to my question and asked me to come meet him by 12 p.m. before disappearing.
"What a rude jerk!" I stamped my foot on the floor and blurted out when he was out of sight.
I moved closer to my bed, and as I was about sitting on it, I heard a loud growl from my stomach. That's when it dawned on me that I haven't had anything since last night.
"Oh my! You're such a cruel Mafia-Vamp lord!! "
I thought about it and headed straight to the door. I grabbed the door handle and forcefully flung the door open.
On my way to the kitchen, I saw three of them approaching. Daisy, Jimmy, and Mandy—the lunatic vampire bitch. I smirked and grinned at how the Nicky fits her perfectly.
Jimmy held Daisy's hand as they approached me while Mandy walked alone and later turned to the route to her room.
They both stopped when they got to me, while Daisy suddenly pulled me into a hug.
"Huh, what's the matter?"
I asked, surprised at the way she dropped Jimmy's hand to hug me.
"I've just missed you, she replied."
"Oh," I muttered, and she disengaged from the hug.
"Are you heading to the kitchen?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm damn hungry." I mumbled lowly.
"Aww, sorry, baby, let's go make noodles again." She said that and gave Jimmy a peck on his lips before grabbing my hand.
I gave Jimmy a brisk smile and followed Daisy as she dragged me by my hand to the kitchen.
We got to the kitchen and were surprised to see Mrs. Lauretha sitting on one of the stools. She's already preparing a meal; the aroma is so obvious.
"There you are; I've been waiting." She suddenly said in my direction, making me perplexed.
"How have you been, ma'am? It's been quite a while since I saw you." I said and moved closer to her.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry. I had to sort some things out." She said this and held my hands in her palms.
She looked at Daisy and smiled at her, while Daisy returned the smile with enthusiasm.
She finally dropped my hand and stood up from the wooden stool to check on what she was making.
"The chicken would be ready soon. How about I teach you and Daisy how to bake whenever you guys are available?"
The last sentence shocked me as I looked at Daisy for an explanation.
To my surprise, Daisy just smiled and nodded her head several times in approval of what she just said before she even asked her. She ignored my puzzled look.
"What about you, Daisy?"
She finally asked her, making me direct my attention from Daisy to her.
"Yes, ma'am, I'd love to learn." I said, smiling brightly.
"Why don't we start once you're done eating?" said Daisy, who's beside me.
"I doubt that; she's needed by 12 p.m." I heard Mrs. Lauretha say, and my eyes widened, bulging out of my sockets.
"How did she know?" I turned to Daisy and asked in a whispering tone, trying not to let her hear.
Daisy only smiled and winked at me in response.
"Maybe it's witches' abilities," I thought when I remembered she's not an ordinary human—she's a witch.
When she was done preparing the chicken and its soup, she served me a full chicken and a plate of the soup.
I thanked her, while Daisy helped me carry the meal as we approached the door.
I settled on the bed as soon as we got to the room. I grabbed the left thigh of the chicken and pulled it with force before devouring it like a hungry lion.
"Awwwn, you must be really hungry, dear." Said Daisy.
I ignored her and continued devouring the chicken in haste, knowing if I didn't get to finish it before I left, I might end up being offered a coffee to drink again.
I dropped the soup soon and rubbed on my tummy after finishing the whole chicken and soup. All this while, Daisy has remained stagnant in a position, staring weirdly at me.
"I'm so full." I said, facing her, and smiled.
"You must have really fancy food." I heard her say.
"Well, that's actually what has been keeping me strong." I said to her, and she nodded.
"I'll get going now. It's almost 12 p.m.; let me save your ass. Once you're done with the Lord, we'll discuss the leftovers." She said and vanished with my dishes.
I glanced at the wall clock and found out it's actually 4 minutes to 12.
"Oh my! Such a darling!." I said immediately after she left and headed to his chamber.

I met Jimmy by the door and greeted him.
I stepped into his room, and I was surprised to see him in bed from where I was standing by the door.
Wanting to satisfy my curious mind, I stepped deeper into the room and stopped when I got to him beside the bed.
I bent over to stare at his face and saw that he's really sleeping for real.
I drifted my head closer and stared at his long lashes as he slept.
They also sleep like humans. I never saw my father sleep before his painful death. It may be prolly because I've always slept in my room, or he never dozed off in my presence.
I saw his eyes suddenly flung open, and I shockingly jolted back and stood upright.
"How could I have come so close to him?" I thought when I realized how dangerous it can be to be with him from afar, talk less of staying this close.
He asked me to bring my head close to his face again. Not wanting to stir up trouble, I slowly bent over to carry out his command.
He precipitously grabbed me by the head and made me lose balance. My hands landed on his chest as our faces were just an inch apart.
I tried to look down instantly, but he made me stare directly into his eyes.
My breathing pace tripled as his ocean blue eyes made me restless. His eyes perfected his bewitching face.
All of a sudden, he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me into the space beside him on the bed. My heart raced, and I immediately wrapped my arms around my chest as a guard.
I tried to get up, but he immediately came on top of me and pinned my hands above my head before I could. My heart couldn't stop beating fast.
He brought his face closer to mine and glared at me. I could feel his warm breath on my face.
He suddenly asked why I'm this restless and wasn't when I was staring at him in his sleep.
His question caught me off guard.
"For how long did he know I'd been staring? Was he literally sleeping? I thought, getting scared.
I told him the main reason that made me stare at him comfortably was because I was amused to see him sleep.
That's the truth, but it's not the whole truth. I was also engrossed in his face and wouldn't mind staring at him for an hour as he slept. But right now, his eyes are open, and I can't seem to stand his stare.
I suddenly saw him staring at my lips. Knowing what he was about to do, I turned my head to the other side of the bed. I can't fall for his crap one more time!
He leaned closer to me and didn't stop roaming his nose around my exposed neck.
He suddenly shifted my clothes from my shoulder. Then, it dawned on me that he's about to feed on me.
I let out a cry as he penetrated deep into my skin. I tried pushing him off me, but to no avail.
The pain subsided as he sucked my blood. I could feel my soul living my body slowly.
I was on the verge of closing my eyes and surrendering to the ghost master when he suddenly pulled his fangs out of my skin, giving me a sharp pain.
The pain on my shoulder completely disappeared, but the pain in my heart still remains intact.
The thought of how my life has been so miserable to date didn't stop coming into my head.
I tried fighting back the tears but failed. A tear trickled down my cheek as I stared at him with pure hatred in my heart.
I lifted my hand to wipe the tears away from my face, but he beat me to it and wiped it off instead.
"How dare he!" I thought vehemently as I got irritated by his act.
I begged him to let me go when I saw he wasn't planning on releasing me.
He suddenly reminded me of our last intimacy, and my heart rose immediately.
I started to apologize for staring at him, if that's why he's making my life miserable.
The tears came flowing again as my whole system felt so weak underneath him.
He suddenly got off my body and asked me to get up and adjust my dress.
I slowly adjusted my dress and got down from the bed. I tried taking a step but ended up falling on him.
I tried pulling away from him, but he dragged me by my waist and let me rest on him instead.
He raised my head with his finger and stared into my face.
He precipitously swept me off the ground and placed me back in bed.
His acts annoyed me more, and I tried to get off his bed. But he warned with a hard glare, which I wouldn't dare ignore.
He inserted his hand in his inner pocket and brought a spear made with wood. It looked familiar to me. I wonder where I've seen it
My eyes flared up as I saw him split his palm open with the dagger.
It suddenly dawned on me that he wants me to feed on his blood too, when he brought his bleeding palm close to my mouth.
I rejected the offer but he forced the blood into my mouth.
He stopped and drifted away from me when he felt the quantity I took was enough.
He suddenly grabbed the hem of the dress I'm wearing and tore it, making me shocked.
He wrapped the layer of the dress around his hand and covered my broadly exposed thighs with a duvet, making me confused.
He told me to stay in his room till he gets back and vanished, leaving me alone in the room.
"Could he be meeting with Damon without me?" I thought and lay flat on my back in bed.