"Mallory," Hadeon called her by her name to her surprise. "Have you fallen in love with me? You have been staring at me a lot. I wouldn't be surprised, because of how loveable I am."
"About what? I had no hands or fangs in the woman's death," Hadeon replied, his head tilting ever so slightly. "This time, I am as innocent as a newborn kitten. Meow." Mallory frowned as she stared at Hadeon's golden eyes. If it wasn't him, then who was it?
Hadeon's expression shifted suddenly, his voice taking on a dramatic tone. "No! No matter how tempting my sacred abs may be, I simply cannot permit you to touch them at night!" His declaration drew a flush to Mallory's cheeks, which only deepened when they encountered two curious villagers in the hallway. "Oh no, I hope you did not hear that…!" he said in a surprised voice.
"There's no reason to feel jealous. You are the one and only monkey. Don't pay attention to donkeys," Hadeon cheered her teasingly with a smile that Mallory wanted to wipe off his face like the first day she had done on his portrait.
But alas, when she let the knife fly, it soared through the air, completely missing both George and the dartboard. Instead, it struck a nearby tree, startling a flock of birds into a frenzy of feathers and squawks.
But alas, when she let the knife fly, it soared through the air, completely missing both George and the dartboard. Instead, it struck a nearby tree, startling a flock of birds into a frenzy of feathers and squawks.
Hadeon gleamed with mischief, remarking, "Oh, don't worry about him disturbing you. He knows better than to wiggle—even a twitch might inspire me to join the game with a knife of my own. Don't you, Georgie?"
"Wear comfortable clothes and come down," Hadeon instructed her, his wrist relaxing gracefully as he lowered the cigar. "You'll want to be able to move freely," he added, the corner of his mouth curling up.
As she took the fourth drag, she caught sight of a shadow looming behind her. She turned, and there he was—Hadeon, standing far closer than she had anticipated. The sudden appearance caused her to inhale too sharply, and she choked on the smoke, coughing violently as it escaped in unruly puffs.
As Royce's fangs gleamed menacingly in anticipation, Mallory instinctively raised her hands in a futile gesture of defence. However, just as the vampire moved closer, Hadeon's hand shot out, and flicked Royce's fangs so hard they flew right out of his mouth.