The Clutches of Lonely Vampires
The Lost in a Paradise Vampire

Elena opened her eyes slowly. For a moment the scene in front of him looked blurry and unfamiliar. He closed his eyes again, feeling that there was an oddity that was too obvious now. His body was calm and there was no pain as he felt as he rolled uninterruptedly into the abyss before he floated and fainted.

"Did I die?" Elena raised her right hand, weakly touching her cheek without daring to open her eyes again after the hazy shadow of Luther's room which had a high ceiling that was getting more and more conical. The scent in the room was nothing like in his room or the scent of the hospital if he was really dead. Suddenly Elena's anxiety grew.

"Mom's... Mom.." cried Elena as much as possible agitatedly. "Mommy." Elena clutched Luther's black robe tighter and tighter. His fear grew as Luther used his spell to make a horse statue in his room fall to the floor.

"Mommy, where am I? Mom, can't you hear me? Moms... Am I dead?"

Luther grinned widely in front of the door of his room. He let Elena rest overnight without her bothering him after consciously holding the girl who knew who and from where was a fun activity but disturbed his concentration, Luther withdrew, he said, protecting her room with a spell that kept Elena safe as long as she took care of the many new rules in the castle before the girl was aware of the healing spells that were reacting on her body.

"Mom..." Elena was glued to the edge of the bed after moving on. Luther's room caught his attention, never before had he seen a room with a medieval design that was very, very exactly like the aristocratic films that showed the majesty of the nobility of the era. Elena turned her head, looking at the astonishment of the magnificently engraved bed and the place of the torch on the wall solidly.

"I seem to have died and this is my second life in a castle that looks like papa's cathedral." Elena seemed to be pondering, as if she had logical thoughts. Elena touched her chest, the heartbeat still felt in her palm quietly, her hands then down her face that was scratched by tree branches and rocks.

"I'm alive, but I'm where and how long I slept. Where's my wound?" Elena twisted her body, twisting it many times until the black curtain blushed the outside wind, a shady beam of morning light guiding her steps.

Elena flicked the curtains wider, the view presented from Luther's room on top of the castle's left-wing tower felt like she was lost in a paradise hidden above the mountains.

Elena inhaled a deep breath of air, she felt grateful to have been given a second life after nearly dying silly at the hands and fangs of bears.

"So who helped me?" His heart riled up when he realized the only logical thing he thought he had not met.

"It's impossible for ordinary people to be in the abyss, it's impossible to fly!"

Elena's worries and fears are rooted in who helps her rather than the vampire lair that has been shackling her secretly. Sighing, he turned around after faintly Elena realized the sound of an iron trolley with a pile of normal human food being pushed by the waiter.

Luther shook his hand as he took over Elena's breakfast trolley.

"Go, it's my business!"

The servant vampire with an older age than Luther grinned unhappily. He snorted after turning around, leaving the left wing of the castle while grumbling.

You've created a great calamity for your power, Luther.

Elena pulled the doorknob hesitantly after the knock on the door sounded countless times. His eyes puffed up, and he saw Luther, who had no small expression whatsoever.

"Who are you?" elena asked carefully, she moved with an exaggerated attitude of caution. Retreat regularly while crossing both hands in front of the chest with prosthetic eyes looking for his small backpack.

Shit, where's my bag. That silver knife is precious to me now.

Luther grinned in his mind.

I've even hugged you and licked your body young girl!

Luther opened the stainless serving hood with a dome-like shape still with no expression.

"Where's my bag?" ask Elena.

Luther's embodiment resembles a supernatural figure often narrated by Mark and his friends who like the underground world.

The face was pale, had no warm smile, and looked mysterious. Moreover, Luther's hair indicates that he has more power to lengthen hair without the need to be scolded by his parents. She felt envious and earnest Elena could not imagine where she was, just who, why she could be in the castle that was at the top of the mountains in a state of complete recovery!

"I should ask who you are? Why is there my room now!" A cynical smile was created on Luther's lips. "Who are you?" he said he would not acknowledge the bloody events Elena experienced as an effort to maintain the girl's mental health and her own sanity.

"Your room?" elena is half dead. "How come I was in your room, I almost died eating a bear."

Luther closed his eyes, a piece of himself that had lived two hundred years did not really make him understand if women slalu have troublesome common sense. He swore inwardly that he would not use mind control spells for Elena but now what could be done.

The mind control process was slow, as Elena had the ability to control her own powerful mind about Luther's dark and threatening presence.

Luther felt anxious, instead of continuing to cast a spell and concentrating in his heart he dropped the hood of food onto the floor.

Elena quickly gasped. His heart was beating hard. His stomach felt twisted while his stomach started to work hard, he could see the cuisine menu the host had given him. It was too delicious for him who had been asleep for so long, no matter how many days, Elena did not know even to ask the creature in front of her Elena felt reluctant. He was worried, the longer he had his stings the more something happened to him. Elena took a step back. His eyes were fixed at the dark corner of Luther's purple eyes. What beautiful eyes.

Luther smiled at me in his heart.

"You were helped by the witch's grandfather into my house. I am a physician." said Luther, fusing in silence. Her thoughts were chaotic, somersaulted just because of Elena's presence. His blood and something he had just realized, he was happy to play around with that human.

"You kidding? There are no witch grandfathers in this world!" sahut Elena. "Who are you, where am I?"

Luther stepped up, drawing closer to Elena with a murderous look that he had difficulty removing from her face.

Elena swept the pillow, putting on the stance of the horses which even made Luther excited. She thinks I'm scared?

"I..., shouldn't you be grateful that your life is still in your body? Why do you just think hard where you are and who I am? Not very polite!" grumbled Luther.

Elena opened her eyes. The grip on his pillow loosened.

Also true. Am I being disrespectful?

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