SCARLETT (Kiss From The Darkness)
Chapter 2

I saw the man turn around leaving me alone in this room. He closed the door tightly. I tried to get out of bed despite needing extra energy and had to struggle with the excruciating pain. I scrunched my forehead and held the injured side of my body. I sat down panting. Goddamn bum. To sit down, I must try this hard.the knife used to stab my body last night was a knife made of silver and smeared with poison made from oak tree powder.

For us vampires, silver is the thing that will hurt our essence, coupled with oak tree powder that is able to poison the blood of vampires. The combination of the two would be effective to cripple even vampires as old as me. Fortunately, the silver knife slipped out of my heart. Had the hunter hit my heart, I would not have been lying on this soft bed at this time. Ah, it feels strange when today I am grateful that I am still in this world.

I took out the blanket that covered my body. I just realized that now I'm wearing a big white shirt. Maybe this is the guy's shirt. It means that the man changed my clothes. God fucking. I must've been so hot that I fainted last night. Imagining the man taking off my mud-filled clothes and putting his shirt on my body made me shiver. I flicked the side of the white shirt to check my wound. Now the wound has closed perfectly and left a coin-sized pink wound. But the edges of the wound are still irregularly shaped. Damnit. The wound caused by a silver knife coated with oak tree powder will leave a mark that cannot be removed. I exhaled an irritated breath.

My body's perfection has been marred by this scar. This thought irritates me. All this time I was known as the most perfect. Millions of men thousands of years ago both humans and immortal beings were willing to bend their knees just to get a kiss from me. I stirred up jealousy among other immortal beings all over the face of this earth. I deserve to be called the Goddess because I am so perfect. Even the Dark Lord once fell to his knees before me to beg for my love. But I don't know, I've never been in love with any creature in the world. I spent my eternity wandering around this world for thousands of years. I spent my eternity in loneliness.

I once slept with a man just to satisfy my desires. But I have never found love in the history of my existence. All men who have felt my touch will beg to be given pleasure again even they are willing to offer their lives to me just for the satisfaction of their desires. Men will feel a hangover when they are with me. But I never wanted to hurt them. I never wanted to take their lives. Their souls are so precious to me. The soul in his body still had a heartbeat that beat increasingly faster as the arousal peaked. I've always been amazed by the beating of the human heart. How ironic.

I haven't had a heartbeat all this time. That's why I feel the beauty in the human heartbeat. My memory focuses on my scars. I scrunched my eyebrows together. What if that guy sees my wound? No human will survive the stab-like wound that hit me last night. There is no man whose body heals as fast as mine. What if the man realizes that I'm not like other humans?

All this time our existence of vampires was perfectly closed from human sight. We can keep as much of our existence as possible a secret to creatures called humans. Even among vampires, there is the Dark Lord who always watches over us Vampires so that we do not come into contact with humans. The Dark Lord forbids vampires from openly preying on humans for the sake of our existence. We drink blood from blood banks or from animals, but I prefer human blood from blood banks.

A few centuries ago, there was a vampire massacre committed by humans. They capture all the vampires who roam a village with the help of the vampire Hunters. Even though the vampires never attacked humans, they were captured and all burned alive. That memory gives me the creeps. I was almost caught once. But there was a vampire man whose age was not much different from mine came to my rescue. If I had been caught that day.

I gulped and brushed those memories out of my mind. I am now focusing on the room I am in. What do I say later when the man who saved me goes back to this room and asks me things I'm afraid of? Ah, just calm down. I'm gonna manipulate his memory. We, immortal beings have the compulsion ability to erase and manipulate human memories. I looked into her eyes, and voila! he'll forget that he's met me.

During this time the ability became the most useful ability to hide our existence from humans. I sigh in relief. I got out of bed and tried to walk. Not too sick like that. I walked around that room. All the walls in this room are white. There's not much stuff in this room. The window of this room was covered in violet-colored curtains. This guy likes the same color as me. I stepped towards the door that led to the bathroom there.

I entered the bathroom to wash my face. Although my face is always beautiful and stunning, but I am a vampire who diligently cleanses my face. It's just that I never needed lipstick to polish my lips because my lips were red to match my name, Scarlett. I looked to the side, there was a small mirror attached to the bathroom wall. I step in front of the mirror. I don't see the reflection in the mirror because vampires don't have a reflection in the mirror. I raised my eyebrows and saw the shaver there. That guy must have shaved. After I finished washing my face, I stepped out of the bathroom and I was shocked when the man stood looking at me from the bedside.

"Ehh, you're back apparently." I hide my surprise.

The man did not answer, he looked at me sharply. I look down. Damnit. I don't wear any subordinates. Fortunately the shirt was oversized and covered the top of my thighs. Maybe my cheeks were blushing with shame, but I realized immediately that vampires did not have the same facial hue as humans. Usually every day I use a blush to show my cheek natural hue to make me look like a human. But this time I have lost my bag and my face is in it. My skin looks very pale at the moment. I gulped as the man's gaze descended towards the bottom of my body. I immediately stepped onto the bed and climbed onto it. I covered myself with a blanket.

"How could you have walked after such a severe injury?" Ask with a face of disbelief.

"I have a perfect metabolism." Answer me while turning my face.

"Look," I said, "You better not go too far about me." Added reminding.

He approached me and tried to check my wound. But I dodged and caught his hand. I don't want him to see that my wounds are now just his scars. He faced his face in front of me with his eyebrows. Damnit. Why does he look so handsome. I blinked my eyes to make myself aware that he was a human that I should soon leave. I can't stay here too long. Our world is different. His life would not be safe if he was near me.

"Don't look." My word.

"I just wanted to check his wound." The answer.

"No need." Ketus.

"You should be polite to the person who helped you." He said while standing up.

"Look, stay away from me." I'm rude.

"Well, you ungrateful bastard." He said with a face that showed irritation.

Whatever you want to call me. But it would be better if I leave this place as soon as possible.

"Come on!" My love.

He brought his face closer to me. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. It was a good time to erase his memory.

"Looks good. Soon you'll be out of this room and you'll forget that you've met me." I focused on his eyes.

I pushed her away from me and I saw her eyes flashing again. Done it. I've manipulated and erased his memory of me. I saw him turn around and walk out of the room. It's a good opportunity for me to leave soon. I opened the closet and picked up a pair of jeans. It's okay for a while I'm wearing a shirt and pants. When I leave this house, I will find a clothing store. I left that house.