My Most Precious Human

Chapter 15

It looked like my only chance was to surrender. I knew that my mental and physical state didn't give me

any chance against those people. Besides, were they even human? Mr. Gotha and those around him

kept staring inside the room full of corpses, but there was something strange in their eyes. They didn't

seem to be looking at a scene of a horrific murder, but more like a pile of spoiled food that had to be

thrown away. There was also some kind of terrifying superiority in the way they were looking at me, yet

I certainly found their company much safer than being around those people from the casino…

I slightly nodded my head, agreeing to go with them. Mr. Gotha smirked, then grabbed my hand and

pulled me out of the room filled with blood. He looked me up and down and clicked his tongue. I

certainly didn't look presentable. The simple white dress, the only piece of clothing I was wearing, was

painted in red, as well as my feet, most of my body, and hair. I stood there looking into his eyes while

trembling from cold and fear, and hoping to get out of there fast.

Mr. Gotha snapped his fingers, then someone rushed to cover me up with a blanket. That surprised me

enormously.

"T-thank you," I muttered, smiling faintly.

"Don't mention it. If the Master wants you, you need to stay healthy. That's all," he tossed, looking

away.

My body got a little warmer. I even stopped shivering so much, despite standing barefoot. I watched as

the men who came with Mr. Gotha started taking out corpses one by one.

"Let's go," Mr. Gotha ordered, pointing at the door leading onto the corridor.

"Wait!" I called out, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. "What… What about them?" I asked nervously,

turning my head towards the dead girls.

He sighed, then responded stiffly, "All of their bodies will be cremated. The Master will make sure that

all of their families will be compensated. Now, we need to go."

There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask, like who murdered Carla and the rest? Not even the

most vicious wolves I knew would treat their enemies the way those girls were massacred. I wanted

answers and I wanted revenge, but first I had to make sure that asking questions wouldn't get me

killed. I couldn't tell why Mr. Gotha wanted me to go with them. If they knew that the auction was illegal,

weren't they supposed to set me free? Why did I get the feeling that I was taken away from one

imprisonment to another? The problem was, I couldn't make any hasty decisions until I knew more

about the situation I was in.

I followed Mr. Gotha to one of many black vans standing right outside the casino. It seemed like the

whole area was surrounded by people who came with Mr. Gotha. Moreover, they were now setting a

tall fence around the complex, not allowing outsiders to enter. Even more disturbing was the fact that

there were no signs of the police, as if Mr. Gotha's Master was the highest authority around, and no

other legal forces were needed.

Mr. Gotha's men were abruptly leaving the building. I gulped, realizing that none of them brought out

any prisoners with them, and all of their uniforms were dirtied by blood. Perhaps it was fortunate that it

was the middle of the night. All they had to do was to cut off the power supply to make the evidence of

the slaughter almost invisible in the dark clothes they were wearing. Then I noticed that they actually

were much more cautious than that. They made sure that all the streets leading to the casino were

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"Just how powerful are those people?!" I wondered anxiously while getting into the van.

Mr. Gotha sat in the back seat beside me and closed the door.

"Go!" he ordered the driver impatiently.

The men nodded then started driving. All the other vans followed. I kept wrapping myself with the

blanket they gave me and restlessly looking around to see where we were going. Mr. Gotha looked at

me and chuckled.

"What is so funny?" I glared at him, annoyed by his amusement.

"The Master has never picked his own food himself. You are the first," he stated and smirked.

"W-what do you mean by… food?" I muttered frightfully.

"Oh, don't tell me you don't know by now, Ms. Fleming…" he sang, wearing a teasing grin.

I gulped, then hesitantly glanced into his eyes.

"What… are you?" I finally voiced out the question.

Mr. Gotha gazed at me excitedly and cleared his throat.

"Well… I'm incredibly fast and strong… Oh! And my skin is cold…"

"Is that supposed to give me a hint?" I glanced at him with a question mark painted all over my face.

"Hey! You were supposed to ask me how old I am!" he called out, disappointed.

"Why would I ever care about your age?!" I questioned, unable to comprehend his actions.

He clicked his tongue and grunted, "Haven't you seen "Twilight"?!"

"Nope. I was too busy surviving to watch movies…" I smirked.

"Then… when you watch it, you will know!" He pouted, obviously angry at me that I had spoiled his fun.

Somewhere in this horrifying situation, his irrational behavior improved my mood. A faint smile

appeared on my face.

I couldn't help but ask him, "Does your skin shine in the sunlight as well…?"

"You said that you didn't watch it!" He grimaced and glared at me.

"I didn't. I just watched a lot of trailers…" I explained teasingly.

"Just so you'll know… Our skin doesn't shine. Let's say that we are allergic to ultraviolet, but we don't

burn like torches once we go out in daylight either," he claimed reluctantly.

I stared at him cautiously. His skin was really pale. Then I gazed at the driver and found that his skin

was as fair and lifeless as Mr. Gotha's.

"So… You really are… vampires," I said, nervously chuckling.

"I'm surprised that you haven't realized this sooner, Ms. Fleming," Mr. Gotha smirked.

I sighed, then smiled bitterly, "I guess my mind seemed to look for a rational explanation to the very

end."

"I see… But aren't you at least afraid about what is going to happen to you now?" he asked, curiously

gazing into my eyes.

I laughed, mocking myself.

"Let's just say that I grew up with fear. Perhaps I got used to dangerous situations…" I chuckled.

Mr. Gotha smirked and didn't ask me any more questions, and strangely enough, I was much calmer

after knowing that he, and most likely, everyone around was a vampire. Perhaps my brain found not

knowing more agonizing than hearing the terrifying truth.

We were going somewhere outside the town. The car started driving up the hill. We went along a sandy

road until we arrived at a massive wall surrounding the area, with a tall iron gate. I could see cameras

and a lot of highly specialized devices there. It was clear that whoever lived behind that stone fence

was extreme about keeping his privacy. The gate opened and then we entered a road among the

woods. The car drove a few more miles until we arrived.

"This is it. You can now see your new home," Mr. Gotha announced, sneering.

I opened the door, got out of the car, and gasped. The place where we arrived looked like a huge

castle. I guess I could expect that much from vampires, but what I saw was far different from the dark

film sets of Dracula. It was a modern, luxurious residence surrounded by trees and blooming flowers. I

even started joking in my thoughts that if I were to be trapped there, it would surely be the nicest prison

I could ever imagine. Certainly, my dark sense of humor was activating every few seconds. At that

moment, it was the only thing that helped me keep my sanity after everything that had happened…

Mr. Gotha led me to my room or more like my palace chamber. It was grand, elegant, and spacious. It

had a bright marble floor, a large window and it had an enormous bed with a canopy.

"Wow…" I mumbled, opening my mouth wide while standing there covered in a blanket that was

dreadfully soaked in blood.

"I suggest taking a bath first. Your bathroom is on the right," Mr. Gotha stated, pointing at the door.

I hesitated, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his presence.

"Don't worry. No one will bother you. Take a bath and get some sleep. The Master will meet you in the

morning," he explained nonchalantly, then turned around and walked towards the door.

"Mr. Gotha!" I stopped him before he left, "Um… I just wanted to say… Thank you for saving me… I

think… You stopped that auction and…" I chuckled awkwardly.

"It was planned anyway," he tossed indifferently, but then sighed and added, "Your friends… We will get

justice for them. I promise," he claimed with a serious expression, then left my room.

His words turned on all the emotions I kept blocked until now. I collapsed on the floor and began crying,

howling painfully up to the moment I ran out of tears and lost my voice. Afterwards, I stood up quietly to

wash off the dried blood from my hair and skin. I felt as if I had cried out the pain of my heart. Now,

there was only one thing I was seeking… vengeance.