Bab 5: Vapire Master

Evelyn's heart energetically drummed in her chest, thinking of what to do. Naturally, she was not the little girl that would sit down and watch others brutalize those she loved or herself without biting them with her mini teeth — currently the upper two tooth being missing — or without matching them on the leg, and sometimes without even threatening to pee;

And somebody who knew what she could do still brutalized Brooks to his grave;

And the reason she was not very affected at seeing the deaths was because Max had tortured quite few ordinary Vampires in front of her eyes, men who tried to take her away from him.

But still, dying was different from torturing. The girl was just something else...

Talking of Max, he was the patient lying on the bed, his body never healing even with the healing tricks Penelope tried to use on him. The latter was actually nowhere to be found within the hospital and the former kept reverting back to slumber in few seconds of waking up, still the workings of Penelope.

"Big bro asleep, granny Penelope is not here, someone is coming to harm us... I need to do something." Evelyn said to herself, her eyes worriedly looking at Max who was back to sleeping, her ears listening intently to the focused and distinct visitor's footsteps.

What could she do? Call the emergency line?

Magically, without any Vampire System intervention, Evelyn enhanced her Melanin to look like a living shadow, only that this one has maroon hair and glowing lines across its body.

Done transforming, she now waited for the visitor's arrival as if she were a superhero in the last scene of a movie about to fight the last villain.

Out of the blue, Evelyn wondered out loud: "How do I deal with him like I did to these freaks?" She looked at the statues of the women Penelope said she froze — the women that surrounded her as Max was burning earlier tonight.

The unmoving five statues stood unshakingly at one side of the slightly litted room, looking like ancient stones carved by the extinct intelligent titans. Every detail and crack formation was seemingly been well checked and examined. All in all, they looked very ready to fight brutally and to kill mercilessly for the sake of whosoever created them.

But then, unfortunately, even if Evelyn wanted to freeze the arriving killer the way she did to the women, she had not upto an idea on how to do so because she blacked out at the time she dealth with them. And by the time she came back to her sense, she found the women frozen forever.

How she did so was still not explained to her by who saw everything — Penelope — for some precautious reasons. In addition, later on, the girl met them standing inside the this room right before her, Penelope and Max could even arrive at the hospital.

They talk not to anyone nor move;

If only she knew she could command them to do her biding...

Knock,

Knock.

The man in Black knocked and waited.

"Don't come in or I make you cry like a baby!" Evelyn answered.

The door's handle slowly twisted in anti-clockwise and he appeared standing tall. He didn't enter the room yet, his cruel blue eyes examining his victimized female slaves frozen up as moulds by a five year old human girl, each of them standing motionless like museum objects.

Evelyn, still covered in Melanin, was initially planning to do something but seeing her enemy man to man — well, small girl to young man — she could not even breathe properly.

His aura was very suffocating: It was a mixture of vicious vengeance, calculations plus calmness of a cruel killer, hidden royalty, potency of hard times leadership... the depressing list goes on.

The man slightly tilted his head like saying to Evelyn, "how comes as a human you are in Melanin?". Waiting for Evelyn for about a minute to try making any move on him, he had to check his wrist watch to see how much time he had already wasted.

Involuntarily at that instant, Max clenched his fist in fury as he woke up. "Lucas!" He guessed correctly. His glowing eyes became slim and his crispy jawline looked tightly clenched.

Glancing to the side to only spot a shivering Evelyn covered in entire black, 'DAMN! What are you doing, my little angel!' Max yelled in his mind.

Evelyn was the craziest kid he could ever find on earth!

'Where the hell is Penelope???'

Tilting his head slightly with a small smile, "Long time no see, my favorite slave..." Lucas stated teasingly. Suddenly, he appeared standing by the side of the bed, now closely examining how unsurvivable Max seemed to appear. "...or is it Mr Xim?"

"Why can't ya let us be?" Max inhaled deeply to be able to speak further, his breathing getting rougher, his voice cracking without his knowing. "Initially mah mom... and now Evelyn?"

The two questions were laced in painful memories as Max's imaginations unwillingly took him past in time. In a flash, he envisioned everything of the first day he met Lucas:

Some random bullies from Max's highschool were chasing after him until he ended up in an end way.

As they readied to brutalize him for making fun of their moronic bully habits, a young figure with a black scarf covering the lower half of his face came to his rescue from their behind. In his hand was a small metallic pipe that he used to attack the three bullies without even giving them the chance to react to his presence.

This speed was supernatural, Max thought at the moment his messiah was done killing the bullies. Giving him a hand, he pulled him to get back on his footings.

"I think you killed them. Why?"

"Death is the most easiest punishment, and I offered them. By the way they are bullies, they are filthy, their kind deserve eradication from the face of living."

"No, no, no... How could you kill three human beings for my sake without knowing who I am! Your response sounds insane because it is! The cops will find out! Their families will know and you'll be taken to jail... No! No! We... it's actually we! We would be taken to jail! Why? Why death?!"

"I was enraged, alright! I didn't know they would die so easily... how weak of them. Should I ask a favour from you?"

"Well... yeah... Wh-what, what is it?"

"Friends keep secrets don't they? Their deaths should be the secret initiating our friendship, or, as you earlier said, I'll be taken to jail for killing them because of you. I did this because of you. So, agreed? Friends?"

That sounds...

"... Sure. Friends. But that sounds insane and unfair to their families. I never wanted them dead, that's stupid! What you did is stupid!"

"Get over it and come on, let us hide their filthy bodies."

Still in his memories, Max envisioned how Lucas came close to him like his own blood after that incident, how they stood for one another against hardships before all of a sudden, the young man changed.

Lucas took the girl he so much loved and his family away from him. He took away from Max both Chloe and his dear family.

Lucas was the man who made Max who he has become.

Coming back to reality, the Vampire Slave saw the present Lucas putting his left hand on his right shoulder. A mild blue radiance that looked calm to the eyes shone from his palm. Next, notifications rose up in front of his iris:

[Your creator is using !?#&*#?! on you]

Max's Vampired but victimized cells eachly had the blue radiance from Lucas reaching them and bringing harmless modifications into their natural activities.

'What are you doing to me?' He thought silently, scared that maybe, Lucas was trying or kill him. His blood rushed faster than they had been doing. All metabolic activities of his body system enhanced as much as less as he could pinpoint.

[Warning: Your lust for blood might blossom at any second]

[Your developing blood lust has been currently tamed by the external intervention of !?#&*#?! your master is using]

Max's roasted flesh magically dried and became dust. In seeing so, Lucas was not very satisfied with the speed of the process, therefore, the blue radiance from his palm increased for things to speed up.

"All my slaves can't die even if they want to, Maximus..." Lucas said calmyl. "That makes me wonder how less your memory can actually retain by easily forgetting such a simple fact." He squeezed Max's shoulder meaningfully without stopping the process. "If you knew you were not dying, why did you do what you did?"

[You are healing far beyond your ability to heal]

Max closed his eyes:

His blood vessels budging visibly;

His whole body regenerating;

Evelyn looking in surprise as the stranger healed her big bro.

And the pain.

The pain.

The pain of the process...

[You are reborning]

Even the Vampire System couldn't read what Lucas was doing to him, something very effective that made his skin to dry, fall, and reborn in great pain, bringing weird peace of pain to his sanity, and making him feeling submissive to the person he hated the most.

[You are now at a great condition]

[Vampire Status]

[Health: 89/100]

[Blood Lust: 5/100]

[Blood Time: 67h: 34m: 12s remaining]

[Blood Lust: Tamed]

[Evolutionary Stage: Diurnal Vampire (Slave)]

Sarcastically, "Why can't you my slaves heal like every normal vampire?" Lucas questioned the moment the blue radiance from his gloved palm was gone. "You can look up." He ordered, then he paused. "Tell me how you are feeling." He smiled behind the scarf, wondering for how long could Max remain silent.

[Warning: Your mental well being is at risk by resisting a Master Command]

Max looked up at him and reluctantly sat down obediently, his fist still clenched. 'How pathetic.' he thought with disbelieve of the reality. "I'm feeling new." he answered in a respectful tone of voice like how a slave should speak to his master.

Lucas looked at him grimly. "Good." Looking at Evelyn, "James, you are coming with me. " His eyes briefly flashed red in addressing the little girl.