Chapter 34 I saw her but... Her eyes were red
Zeke returned home and lay lazily on the bed after dinner. He stared at the fireplace longer than usual. His face was stern and serious as usual: expressionless. Not even a professional mind reader could tell his thoughts. As usual, his mind was glued to that girl and how he would trace her. It was strange because he seemed deeper into the girl than his main mission.
Ever since Evan left, life was more like hell. He only laughed once in a while and only smiled when he had a sarcastic plan for someone. For a bastard murderer like him who was very good at killing, the council was also a place where many unworthy things dwell. When someone succeeded in getting a good name or if the bad guy happened to be in the spotlight, he or she would be hunted—and of course, Ezekiel was no exception.
Anyone who ever tried to ambush him he always ended up killing. He wasn’t a good decision maker when angry, easily annoyed or irritated. His mind slowly swung back to when he wanted her dead. From the day he tested her blood, he knew she was no ordinary person, but he just played dumb. Never did he think she’d run without any trace.
He slammed his eyes shut. His long lashes were more visible.
He blinked them open again, a deep sigh leaving his lips. He refused to hire new maids. Many had questioned him about that, but of course Zeke does what he wants and ignores others’ words. Lord Raphael specifically said he’d bring in new maids. Zeke refused, saying he had his reasons, but six years had passed and there hadn’t been any reasonable explanation that made him not bring in new maids.
The mansion was massive and it demanded hard work, not child’s play. It needed about twenty to forty hardworking maids.
Hiring three maids to do the job would be considered wickedness. Having a drop of sympathy left in him, he told the maids not to clean anyone’s room except his. Meaning all family members needed to clean their own rooms. Everyone was furious about that. They were pureblooded vampires, and it would be an insult and loss of face in their community if they had to clean or do any kind of chores. They got angry, especially Zeke’s cousin. It wasn’t up to two weeks and everyone had already left the mansion.
Zeke was really pleased his plan was working. He wanted to be alone. This was so crazy. It was felt with the coachmen and the three maids in the mansion. The Donovan’s mansion, which was supposed to be a place to be adored and envied by many, was now lonely and blank as a sheet of paper.
The more he dwelled in loneliness, the more he became aggressive and the more he hated himself. He found many reasons not to live any longer. At this point, life felt meaningless.
He remembered when he first met Evan: how she looked, the smell of her skin, and the dying thirst for her blood. Thinking of how it tasted made him swallow hard. He felt his throat itch.
“Damn!” he cursed under his breath.
Trying to get the girl out of his mind was becoming a difficult barrier. He sighed, sitting upright.
It was already getting dark outside and the clouds were about to change their color. The rain was about to pour down on the city of Greenwave. Soon night would fall and he had to sleep in this lonely bed again.
After sitting motionless for a good fifteen minutes, he lay back down on the bed. Ever since Evan left, he was behaving more like a dullard, always motionless.
After a while, he sensed something in front of the gate of the Donovan’s mansion. His eyes widened. He filed all the evidence in his head to sense if it was a black witch, but so far he sensed nothing. Ezekiel was very sharp and sensitive; he could sense something from a very far distance. Sensing that the creature was getting closer and closer, he sat upright. Even if it wasn’t a black witch, it must be a vampire who wanted his downfall. But who would dare to come to his territory to destroy him?
He got up from the bed and walked to the door. After opening it, he used his vampiric speed and, just like a flash, appeared at the main door of the mansion. He stood there for more than forty seconds before lifting his left hand and placing it on the doorknob. Turning it slowly, he drew it open.
After getting out, he closed the door, walking with ease toward the gate. He could sense more. It was undeniable. Placing his hand on the gate, he felt a chilling, electrifying sensation run down his spine.
It made him stagger back, but he held it with strong stamina. And then a girl jumped into the compound through the gate.
She had brown hair and bulky eyes. The mansion was lightly candle-lit, making all her features visible.
“Hi,” her voice rang in the air, making the duke lift a brow. “Long time no see,” the female voice added. After landing like a batwoman, she stood up, making her face more visible to him.
“Who are you?” Ezekiel demanded. “What are you doing in my home?” he added.
He saw the girl give a sarcastic smile; her lips moved to make a sound, and all of a sudden she felt a sharp pain all over her skin. Falling down to the ground, Ezekiel noticed something. Her face had changed. When she looked up, he saw someone beyond the imagery.
Evan. But not that innocent-looking teen girl. She looked more like a youth, beautiful and strong, and her new look looked nothing close to innocent.
Ezekiel’s eyes widened. Noticing how he was looking at her, she discovered she had changed into her real form.
Ezekiel observed her, completely dumbstruck. His lips moved to say something but then closed again. There was also something wrong: her eyes—they were red. And in the blink of an eye, a mist formed, making Zeke unable to see her properly. Before his vampiric eyes sharpened to look through the mist, she was already gone. He blinked, trying to process what happened; his mind was in complete chaos.