Vampire'S Secret Baby
|51|. How Could It Be Him

Annette received her son's handkerchief with a puzzled look on her face, "What's it for you to bring a handkerchief? There's a lot of tissue in my mama's bag. So.."

"Maa, why are you so stupid?" Worth that pesky vampire*n could fool his mother easily. Making her pregnant without taking responsibility and not even caring about her life and death.

"You—" Annette's pair of eyeballs almost jumped out, staring in disbelief at her son, "You're picking on a stupid mama?"

"Eum" nod Aldrich innocently.

Annette just threw a helpless breath. It seemed that Egbert's foolish and indifferent attitude had indeed declined to that of his son.

"So, what'd you bring this for?"

"The teacher told me at school, not to jostle in the crowd because it can make oxygen intake decrease and the body that is lacking oxygen can make us faint"

"Then?"

"Mama can use it to limit the oxygen intake of someone who wants to cheat mama. But do not take too long, enough until the person's body droops weakly and the mother is enough to use the situation to escape. Out of fear that if it took too long, that someone could just die"

Annette chuckled to find her son who had thoughts up to that extent, "Well, mama will take him" Annette smiled and stuffed the handkerchief into her white handbag.

Before leaving, don't forget he kissed the sweet both cheeks of his vampire son. That's cold. It felt like his lips had just fallen to smell the dew.

Aldrich did the same. As her mother bent over, she tiptoed and her little lips gently dipped her cheeks.

"Then my mom goes!" Annette wears a pair of high heels on both legs. Holding the door ready to go out, not to forget he gave a warning that almost always repeated every night,

"Remember not to open the door for strangers, you understand?"

"Eum" Nod Aldrich. The real one was tired of hearing that warning that I had somehow hundred times.

Annette smiled at Aldrich's obedience. He also went to work quietly.

......................

Arriving at an elite bar in the city of J. Annette has changed into a barmaid girl. It's a knee-length black outfit with a white vest. He also went out and mingled with the noise of music accompanied by the pounding of the feet of the sea of humans who danced.

All the sadness, regret, anger, disappointment, one by one of them vanish into a pseudo-insanity. Nightlife that describes the hustle. But diving it deeper, it was just individuals who felt empty and desolate.

"Annette"

There was a loud sound of someone calling his name. Yet it was so faint and ignited just like that in a loud bang of music.

"Annette"

The call was once again much louder. Annette immediately turned to the origin of the voice and found one of the men standing guard at the bar table, seemingly waving at her.

That's none other than Mark. His friendliest and most caring co-worker.

"Yes" strangled Annette. His voice sank just like that, defeated by the loud roar of music. Raising his hand, he sent out a signal that he was coming there.

"Take this to the corner table there" Mark thrust a tray over which were two bottles of wine, glass and ice.

Annette turned to the direction Mark was pointing. He found a long-haired girl in an open black dress sitting in silence. His gaze was far away watching the frenzied crowd of people stomping their feet to the floor. His mouth was silent mute and the style of him crossing his hands in front of his chest, showing a defensive attitude that did not want to be disturbed.

"Isn't that the girl who came last night?" Luke Annette.

"Eum. It seems like her conflict with her partner is still not over"

"So she's not a single girl?"

"Not" Mark nodded.

"Where do you know?"

"Try to watch the ring that encircles her sweet line.." Said Mark. Although it was far away, but her eyes narrowed trying to reach the point of the object, "She was obviously a girl who was already tied to a man"

"Quick bring this, there are still other orders to be delivered"

"okay"

Annette went to take her luggage to the table, where the poor girl spent her silence alone.

"Excuse me miss" said Annette with a smile on her lips. Just like the night before, the long-haired girl with jet black like ink just nodded her head, her eyes pondering far away.

Annette's not dizzy. He put two bottles on the table, glass and ice.

"Can you please pour it for me?"

In the commotion of people who flocked ria enjoy the music. Annette finally heard the girl's resolute, yet delicate voice.

"Of course" Annette smiled at the girl, even though her opponent was only dissolved in her own world.

Annette put in some ice and poured some wine into it.

"Please miss" Annette lifted the glass and handed it to the girl.

Flickering fingers with pretty red nails come wrapping around the waist of the glass, "Thank you" Said the thin lips that smeared dark brown lisptik defiantly.

Annette nodded lightly and then left to deliver another order. In the rush of serving the people at the bar, he found his little waist in the pull and reflexes he yelled small to find his back had fallen into the distended abdomen of a man.

The sickening smell of alcohol mixed with the breath of the forties man tormented his nose to a scowl of displeasure, "Sorry" Annette tried to get up but the drunk man forced her to sit down.

"Little girl, let's go with this uncle for a drink"

Annette was bluffing her teeth. This didn't happen twice. He took a breath and calmly responded, "Good"

Annette sat down next to the sofa. He heard the man's mouth chattering about how bored he was with his wife. He complained about his wife who was no longer beautiful. The wrinkles on his face were unpleasant to look at and how he longed for the presence of a fresh young girl like himself.

"So sweet, would you like to spend the night with me at a motel?"

Annette clenched her hand as she found the man's fingers thick, coming to pinch her little chin flirtatiously.

"Holelp me, hum?" His voice was drunk.

Making Annette sick, yet still trying to smile replied, "Sorry, I've been with you for too long" Annette said, as hard as possible suppressing all her anger and frustration, with an attitude of decency forced "Now I have to continue working" Annette brushed the man's hand off his chin. He just stood up and left.

But who would have expected the man to go berserk and throw him a glass of wine. The glass fell to the floor, broke and some fragments hit his skin until the sharp edges also scratched his smooth calf.

The floor was littered with broken glass and liquid wine. The sight made Annette take a deep breath.

In the end, he will be responsible for this mess.

"What's this?" It was none other than the voice of the chief manager who took care of this elite bar.

"That stinking girl!" The potbellied man raised his hand and pointed right at Annette, "How exactly did you educate your servant? Huh?"

"Annette, what's going on?"

"I'm just saying I'm going to continue working, is there something wrong with that?"

"There's nothing wrong" A familiar cold voice fell down and instantly changed the atmosphere.

"There's nothing wrong with this barmaid girl" The sturdy man in a long black coat suit turned to Annette.

At that time Annette's eyes widened and felt as if the turn of time began to slow down...

Her...

How could it be him?