2 Chapter I

"Clarice!" Mr. Abraham De Costas, the piano teacher, shouted.

"When I say this you do this!" He throws her hand away from the piano, "like this. . . . 1,2,3,4,5" his hands play the keys and her eyes on the keys with tears. "Five times, you should play the E first then go for the E flat" She did as she was told, "Now hit the B...Oof! Not the C! I said B, HIT THE B!"

Clarice is not deaf, but soon she will become one the thunderous voice of her teacher will turn this unfortunate girl, his voice could even break the rich Chinese vase that her grandma got gifted by Mr. Yao Ming, um well... Her not-so-good friend, but still it's an expensive gift.

SLAPP! Clarice's soft white skin turned red as a tomato with the tight slap she just received, her cheeks started stinging. At last, the tears fall from her eyes which pooled up for so long.

"ENOUGH! I can never be your teacher, can't teach a dumb girl like you," He stood up from his stool and started walking away.

That say was bad, bad as the other days, maybe a little less, because now she is free from that monster of a Piano teacher. What are we talking about? For monsters are everywhere in this house.

"Aww, baby girl, I am so sorry. I heard what happened from the maid. I feel so sorry." Theodore, her step-grandfather hugged her and tried to soothe her.

She felt happy to be in his arms again, she feels safe there. She wishes this hug could never end.

"Don't you wanna know, what I bought for my sweet little girl?" He asked.

"What?" She asked in her baby-soft voice.

He took out a box of Ferrero Rocher. "Look,"

Her eyes widen with joy, and her pink plump lips curled into a smile. "Chocolates!" She took the box in her hands, "Can I open it?" She asked.

He smiled amusingly, "Of course, it's all yours," She took out a piece of chocolate, unwrap it, and took a bite. The soft velvety chocolate's texture melted in her tongue filled her mouth with sweet syrup of cocoa and sugar.

"Don't you think, I deserve a return gift too?" He asked, with the same amusing expression, but in his eyes, there is something dark and wicked lurking behind the fake comforting gaze.

She waited for his next words with ought replying.

"I want you to write your family that you want a new car," He stated, "Of course they will give something good to their loving member of the family," he whispered to himself.

"But I don't want a new car-"

He snatched the chocolates from her, "From tomorrow you will not go to the park, I will not let you act like a child!"

"No I am sorry," She pleaded.

His dark angry feature turned into a soft smile within a second, and gave back her chocolate, "Then do as I say."

She nodded roughly and gave him a fake smile.

"And also some money... Umm... You will tell them. That you want to visit. Uh. France and you need money for that, okay?"

"Okay," She muttered softly.

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"HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE! HELP ME, HEY! YOU IN GREEN TSHIRT HELP ME, PLEASE!"

With a gloomy face, Roman stared at the girl, How her face is turning pale white, and how her blood has been draining out.

Roman left the room and sat at the bench in the garden of the old house, which is probably haunted. He can't do a thing about it, after all, he helped him running away from that orphanage.

"Roman . . Don't feel so sad about them.. Eventually they have to die," Azazel sat beside him.

he didn't replied,"Roman, I will-"

"Why Don't you start buying blood, in fact government does have a system of giving vampires the blood they want." Roman asked.

"I don't have money."

"Can't you live without blood?" He asked.

"You should be happy that you are still alive." He replied.

There is no point of talking with him about him, he will not understand, "We don't have enough money for food,"

He leaned back, tugged his dyed black hair behind and took out a ciggerete behind his ear, he lighten it with his antique lighter which he took out from his vintage coat's pocket. Azazel likes to wear goth clothing, as he beleive he is a Vampire, he also mentioned about a Vampire tribe to him.

"Stop stealing, Roman. It's not a good thing.. do something better." He said.

"You are the one who made me steal food, I never wanted to do it by my own wish. Now, what do you want me to do?" He asked by looking at him with furrowed eyes.

"Kidnap. Kidnap the young grand daughter-"

"What do you talking about? Are you insane? I can't do it, that's even whose I would better steal-"

"Do whatever I say, or give me your blood."

"I will runaway-"

"-And you think I will not find you?"

There was silence between them both looking at eachother, "I can't-"

"You have to."

"But how?"

"That, I will say." Azazel replied.

"Who I have to?" He asked with a sigh.

Azazel smirked,"Clarice Russo, young grand daughter of Theodore Smith. Tommorow she will be in the main view park, with her guards, my work is to take away the guards away from her, and yours is to kidnapping her.. after that you will call her guardian and ask for money, they will come with money and you will hand over the girl."

Xander nodded and stare at the tree infront of him, I am so gonna regret this, he thought.