The Encounter

Kira was caught off guard when a hand landed on his face. Never in a million years had he imagined that a day like this would come.

A human being who for him was a source of food to satiate his hunger was able to slap him, a mighty Vampire King. It was like a great insult, hurting his ego to the core.

And the most shocking part was that he felt an intense pain as if he was hit by a big rock. How could that happen? She was just a mere human. Where did she get that kind of strength?

Kira received a hard slap and a great push causing him to fall off the bed. He was rubbing his face, still in a trance for what had transpired in that room.

'Is she really that strong or I am just weakened since I just woke up from my deep sleep? But it doesn't make sense at all. I just had consumed her blood and I felt my strength returning to my body.'

Kira's mind was very occupied, trying to figure out how she was able to do that when another loud crash was heard. This time it was the sound of broken glasses.

"How dare you touch me, you pervert?! Die!"

Those were the last words Kira heard before he blacked out, losing his consciousness. It was as funny as it may seem but he just woke up after being put to sleep for thousand years only to be knocked out again by a mere human.

Marceline hit his head with the lampshade. Kira was lost in his thoughts at that time so he didn't notice that she already grabbed the lampshade, smashing it against his skull.

Her survival instinct was triggered so she didn't hesitate to hit him on his head. Marceline was too flustered. She just had her nightmare. And in that bad dream, she saw her young self getting bitten by a giant wolf.

Whenever she would dream about this, she would feel an excruciating pain coursing through her body as if she was burning inside.

However tonight, for some unknown reason, she felt something different. A tingling sensation spread through her body as she felt someone's cold lips sucking her skin on the sensitive part of her neck.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that she couldn't help but let out a surprised moan. Marceline was confused. She was dying to know where that source of pleasant sensation was coming from.

She just found herself opening her eyes as it seemed like someone was trying to wake her up from that nightmare.

And the moment she opened her eyes, she was shocked beyond her imagination seeing a large figure on top of her, trapping her in his arms.

Her whole being was put on red alert as she felt him sucking on her neck. With the surge of adrenaline rush, Marceline used all her strength to slap the man and pushed him out of the bed.

"Who is this bastard who breaks into my house?" Marceline mumbled, massaging her chest. Her heart was still pounding rapidly.

After calming herself down, Marceline got up from the bed to turn on the lights. She needed to see the face of the culprit.

She hoped that he was not yet dead because she already thought of so many ways to interrogate him. She was dying to torture him just to find out who sent this man.

In just one click, the dark room was suddenly filled with lights. Marceline grabbed the flower vase near her sliding glass window. She needed it as her weapon to knock him down again just in case the man would wake up.

With the loud beating of her heart, Marceline grabbed the flower vase tightly as she traced her steps towards the man who was lying unconscious on the floor.

It was to her great surprise learning that her attacker was a handsome man. In fact, the word handsome was an understatement. He was the epitome of a man's majestic masculine beauty.

He had dark hair that looked so soft. His moon-crescent eyebrows were drawn together as if he was in pain. His angular cheekbones carved down towards a chiseled jaw.

His face looked pale including his lips. But the corners of his lips were tainted by blood… Marceline's blood.

Then her eyes moved down on his body. She almost gasped the moment she saw his exposed body. He was only wearing a long open golden robe and black medieval pants. His sturdy chest and six-pack abs were visible to her.

'Damn, he looks so hot! He has a great physique,' Marceline's inner self had spoken in her subconscious.

She could see the up and down movement of his chest, signifying that there was still a sign of life. He didn't die yet from her brutal attack.

Marceline's lips curled up into a sly smile. 'I'm glad he is still alive. I can do lots of things to make him talk and get his confession. I wonder who instigated this.'

As she gazed at him she couldn't help but be captivated. She had to smack her face to break herself from his enticing spell.

"Gosh, Marceline, wake up! Stop fantasizing and admiring this man. For goodness's sake, he is your assailant. He is a dangerous person!" she muttered, reminding herself.

After she was done assessing the man, Marceline carefully kneeled beside Kira, avoiding the broken glasses scattered on the floor. She was careful with her actions.

She checked his breathing and his pulse. Everything is normal, except that his body felt so cold.

'Why does his body temperature like this? He is as cold as a corpse.' Marceline cringed at that thought.

"Ah! Whatever! This is not the time to show concern about this man. He is the one who broke into my house. I will give him the punishment he deserves. Handing him over to the police right away is no fun. I will play with him first."

Marceline tossed a look at him for one last time before she stood up to get some rope and handcuffs. She needed to restrain this man and tie him up before he woke up.

"Once you wake up, you are a dead meat to me," Marceline said, flashing an evil smile on her lovely face.