The Wrong Room
After running away like a gust of wind, Vincent reached his assigned room in no time. However, there was one problem. His blood servant was nowhere to be seen.
“I thought I asked him to stay here,” Vincent mumbled while looking around the room.
The thirst was getting unbearable for him by the second. His dilated pupils looked dark red in color. His fangs were now on full display. And the color of his skin looked so pale that it looked like he didn’t have a drop of blood left in his body.
The sweet scent that was lingering in the air because of the bloodstain on his shirt was making it even more difficult for Vincent to control his hunger.
A part of his mind was still telling him to go back to that werewolf and feed on him.
He looked at the door, thinking about going outside. However, he quickly turned away from the door and slapped himself across his cheek. “No! You cannot go back there! It was definitely a trap, don’t you see?” he shouted at himself.