False Testaments

The smile that spread across Eiran's

the face wasn't slight or faint. It was wide and full of heated sensuality. It's so embarrassing, god knows what he is thinking now.

Now that I could really see his teeth without his bare fangs, I knew they weren't the size of a finger like Luke had once claimed, but I knew they could tear into my skin with shocking ease, nonetheless. The sight of them was yet another reminder of what Eiran was. They brought forth a shivery mixture of fear and

shameful excitement.

He moved then, erasing the distance between us. Every cell of my body tensed in a breathless sort of anticipation as that woodsy, citrus scent surrounded me. I leveled my sight where my feet stood.

His fingers ran through my chin, "I thought you don't trust me?"

The shiver coursing through me had nothing to do with the cool touch of his skin.

"It's been years, my dad was the first who got the skin rot. That was the second reason why reading became my habit, I was finding a cure…for him," biting the inside of my lip to avoid getting my emotions swirled through me.

This is not the right time to be pitiful and pathetic Shiloh. But somehow I wish it would work on him.

"It must be the old testaments,"

"What testaments?" I arched my brow.

"Centuries ago, we were known as the strongest one's. Even a drop of our blood can clenched thirst for a decade, we hold the most power behind the Fates…through battles and wars. We always won." His breath was ragged. I can taste hints of sadness and the tanginess of anger in the air.

That wasn't a lie. I've read plenty of books about how vampires can be used for certain ailments and treatments among the world. They're the most effective and useful species long ago. That is how they created the dependency issues of every species. Everyone used to believe they were the most essential race, which resulted in a vampire monarchy that is sealed as the rules of the 'Court of Fates, Including The World'.

"Now I know, you are really a vampire aren't you? But how about the fangs and your eyes…they're not red as before."

"That information is confidential and cannot be shared to another…especially with a magi."

My cheeks warmed from embarrassment. I shouldn't have asked him questions.

"Will that protect you eventually? What will you do if someday I'll report you to Arcadia?" I murmured.

And here I thought I was going to kindly ask him for a favor, semen in exact terms.

"They wouldn't believe you. You're just going to risk your life," he folded his arms.

"Why?"

"Simple, some vampires can manipulate any being. And that would put you off to questioning." He continued.

"Oh, I've never heard that before," I whispered, somewhat transfixed.

"You have never heard truths about vampires before. The written testament is false to put us in a very, very bad image. An image everyone will hate for centuries…" he trailed. Our distance still bothers me but seemingly he doesn't mind. Just one more step, I could be facing the rim of his pants.

"Including the cure you are referring to. Anyone who can taste even a drop of our semen can reach the stars for a week. Meaning they'll be high as if they are overdosed from drugs." He continued, drawing the whole chamber a look.

Disappointment surged through my heart that raked it into parts.

Will I be stuck to my little hopes and watch my father die without doing anything?

"Just go to sleep, I'll help you find the fastest cure if possible," he said then turned towards the door. Leaving me behind by myself.

I yawned, finally relieved that sleep already knocked on my door. Sleeping might stop me overthinking stuff for now.