"P-Please!! I'm sorry, I-it won't happen again!" Mary yelled, pleading. Her face was red with fear, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She pressed her trembling hands together, facing the man in front of her.
He was tall, six feet in height, broad shoulders and a fit body, a low-hanging smile lingering on his sickly pale lips as he said, "Of course, it won't!"
He took off his hat, his long curly hair spilling out onto his face.
"P-Please…." Mary jerked, crawling on her knees, tightly hugging the man's legs, "please, I-I won't try to run away again!"
"Aww, there's no need to apologise, Mary!" the man replied, shifting his weight and leaning towards her while his smile widening.
But Mary didn't reply; she only clung to his legs, her hands trembling like a cornered animal. This man, he wouldn't let her go! H-He would–
But then, suddenly,
Her whole body jerked! She could feel it, his hand grabbing her shoulder.
"Look at me, dear~" the man whispered as he held her chin with his free hand. His long, soft, feminine fingers wrapped around her chin, his sharp nails rubbing against her lips.
Mary looked at him, his eyes. Blood-red, they were! Slit like a snake and glinting, enjoying playing with his prey.
"You are ... so beautiful," the man murmured, leaning forward and pulling her into a forceful kiss.
Mary's eyes widened, her body jerked while her limbs writhed beneath her! It was...
It is confirmed! This monster—he's going to kill her!
"You know, I like kissing you," the man said, leaning closer to her ear, "Your lips, they are just so…"
His lips hovered above hers, baring his sharp fangs, glistening under the moonlight.
"They are so soft ... and plushy, heh, like a pillow," he mumbled, "I always liked resting mine on yours, but," he said, leaning back.
His fingers tangled themselves in her hair, twirling them, "You've let me down!"
Mary's breath paused; the air around them changed. Turned cold, colder than a moonless night, sharper, craving for blood.
Mary's trembling intensified, letting go of the man's legs. Tears rolled non-stop, "P-Please…."
But the man ignored her; he then slowly rose to his feet, his blood-red eyes coldly staring at her. "You know, dear? I wanted to turn you," he said, his voice getting colder by the second.
"You were pretty and obedient," he said, walking to a table a few feet away from them.
TAK
Reaching the table, he removed his silver watch from his hand, placing it on the table, "But…."
Mary's body dreaded at his words, her tears drenching the floor; she wanted to live!
The man then turned around, walking toward Mary.
BADUMP
Mary's heart thumped as the man took his first step, her eyes living, "P-Please, master! I will be obedient from now on!!"
BADUMP
But the man didn't stop, "I-I-I will even turn into a demon! I-I will do everything you ask!!"
BADUMP
Mary clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. "P-Please, master! Please give me a second chance…!!"
BADUMP
".....You want a second chance?"
Mary jerked, her eyes wide as she noticed he was close! Way too close!!
"Y-Yes, Master!" she exclaimed, gulping down her shallow breaths. This was her chance! She would prove herself to Master! She would be obedient to him! He likes her!
"Yes, master!" she repeated, clutching his soft hand; she pulled it towards her breasts, pressing his hand against them.
"Oh Mary…" the man whispered, his gaze softening while his other hand cupped her cheeks.
"Master!" Mary exclaimed, her expression brightening as she leaned into his hands. She did it! She succeeded! She will live!
But before she could celebrate further,
"You have changed…Mary!"
A chill ran down Mary's spine; she looked at the man, his eyes gleaming with lust! Lust for blood!
"Wa–"
Before she could even comprehend, her world spun sideways, and in a split second, she felt something wet and hard pressing against her head before everything returned to normal.
'...huh?' Mary mumbled inwardly, her eyes wandering towards her master, who was staring at her with indifference.
'Master?' What had happened? She didn't understand.
And just then,
"The one thing I hate is change…" the man mumbled, causing Mary to break her out of her daze, but just then, she felt something wet dribbling down her head.
'Huh? What is that? And what is the master talking about?' she wondered as she raised her hand and touched the wet spot.
Blood!
It was blood, her blood! The thick scent of iron invaded her nose and the increasing amount of pain in her head.
It was master! H-He bashed her head against the floor…!
Her eyes widened, her blood mixing with her tears, "Ah—" she opened her mouth to scream, but
BANG
"Changes in circumstances…"
BANG
"Changes in emotion…."
BANG
"Every change is a degradation…"
BANG
"It is decline…."
BANG
"It is not permanence…"
BANG
"You have changed…Mary."
The man looked at his hand; he was holding her, a part of her.
Mary's skull broke, her brain splattered onto the floor, into the puddle of her tears. Her eyes rolled towards him, still yet he'd faced the fear of death.
The man then looked at his black suit, sprayed with Mary's blood and brain.
CRACK
He then stood up on his feet, ignoring the cracking of her skull beneath his foot.
Turning around, he looked to his far right; his eyes gleamed with unbridled power while his lips curled wide into a grin.
"....You are not going to change, are you? Hunter Lee Johee!"