Loved By a Vampire King

Back To The Grandpa's mansion in Richalwolf Land, Ayra was startled by the sudden voice that she overhearded from their back. Her eyes widened as her palms began to turn sweaty. Jessie looked up at her bewildering about what happened to her all of sudden. Ayra's voice came out shaking,

" Did..Did you hear it? Your brother.. Doesn't it seem like his voice?"

Jessie narrowed her eyes deeply. She peeked from back of tree but saw no one except the coachman who was pulling down the hurst. Turning around, she assured Ayra whose expression turned deathly pale after she heard his voice,

" There is no one, Ayra. You must be hallucinating. How on earth Cedric would come here?"

Jessie found it illogical since their grandfather hated Cedric the most. After a vital argument with his family, Cedric even stopped visiting him for forever. It was impossible for him to appear here randomly. But Ayra kept holding her doubts. She wasn't convinced and tried to warn Jessie,

" But sister Jessie..The voice..It was so much like him.. What if he is really here?"

Jessie shook her head brushing off the possibilities in a moment. She spoke with assurance as she came on her side,

" No! He doesn't visit grandpa anymore. You must have heard someone else's voice."

Hence the matter was pushed back after Jessie's words. Looking back at the place where the carriage was parked, they decided to sneak inside the mansion quietly. While following the lead of Jessie who was looking for the back door, Ayra wondered inside her mind that why the old man didn't use much light in this mansion. Naturally old people like to live in bright places to avoid any accident. But this mansion seemed to follow a complete different terms.

Fortunately they found the back door without much troubles. The mansion had only few maids which reduced their possibilities of getting caught. Jessie first stepped inside to find the structure of mansion. It was an old duplex style in where people could come and go from both sides. They both heard light noises from upstairs which meant most of them lived there. The downhall was too empty.

Jessie murmured tearing her eyes apart from the upstairs,

" They are upstairs, possibly. It's our chance to disguise fast. Hurry up!"

Ayra looked around worryingly and replied after turning her voice low,

" But we don't know what kind of clothes those maids were. We might get catch if we wear something randomly."

Jessie agreed with her thoughts after considering the matter. Their grandpa was known as a grumpy man. If they got caught by others before meeting him, they would be dragged out of this mansion without having the chance of talking. Jessie looked around twice and noticed a room where the door was left open. Over the tiny bed, a pair of worn clothes were sprawled across the space lazily.

Jessie assumed that it was left by any maid who worked in this mansion probably. Apart from them, no one lived here especially females. Jessie tugged on Ayra's arms pointing at the clothes which was few steps away from their approach,

" Ayra, you should wear that one. Meanwhile I will be staying here and guarding over the other men. You should go and find Grandpa upstairs alone. Remember to behave politely. I hope that he wouldn't mistreat you."

Ayra nodded giving her a small smile and walked inside the room carefully. After a while, she came out in that maid's clothes. Her hairs were binded up in ponytail and she looked exactly like those poor girls who spent their life in this mansions. Jessie was impressed with her appearance.

Ayra spoke touching the hem of her clothes,

" I am ready, sister Jessie. Should I go now?"

Jessie hummed as response and whispered back before looking around,

" I will be right here waiting for you. If things get messy, remember to call my name. I hope that the stubborn man's heart will melt after seeing you."

Ayra promised staring at the root of stairs,

" I will do my best!"

Ayra left Jessie downstairs and took the stairs to climb upstairs. Her heart thudded wildly in fear that she would be caught before reaching the old man. Coming up to the mansion, she discovered that the mansion had various rooms but only two of them were usable where the rest of them were locked from outside.

Ayra followed the light which was coming out from a corner of room and sucked a nervous breath. Just as she took few steps forward passing across another room, a female voice came from the other room,

" Layla, is that you?"

Ayra froze in her spot and couldn't figure out how to respond at that moment. She turned around numbly and watched a woman in her white nightdress coming out with a little lantern in her hand. The woman frowned hard at Ayra and eyed her from head to toe before asking,

" Who are you? Where is Layla? Isn't she the one supposed to serve Master in nightshirt?"

Ayra made some abrupt conclusions in her mind. She blinked through her long lashes and replied abruptly,

" Um..Layla isn't feeling well tonight. I am her cousin and she...she has asked me to serve the master. I was going to ask him that if he needs anything."

The woman yawned lazily. It seemed like she less cared about her presence and waved her hand dismissing,

" It's good then. I was feeling sleepy too. Behave with Master properly and don't anger him."

The woman ended the conversation within few words. Ayra breathed a sigh of relief after she asked her to leave and closed the door to fall asleep. Ayra began to walk again through the dark corridors again focusing at the thin light which was coming straight from a room.

The more she got closer, a discomfort feeling was slowly coming into her mind.. But her pace wasn't halting down as if there was something inside the room which was attracting her, calling her silently through the silence of night.