The World Is Round

*AUTHOR'S POV*

In a blink of an eye, Samantha disappears from where she initially is, and pops up at the rooftop, only to find nothing there other than the same powerful aura that she encounters in the squatter.

'Is that vampire followed me up to here? Are they spying on me?' Samantha thinks, her hands ball into fists, cracking as her chest heaves in inexplicable anger. 'There's starting it again.'

Samantha vanishes off and re-appears in front of Morgan's room. She plans to open the door and checks on him again, but her hand freezes midway.

She steps back and stares at the door. She doesn't penetrate her vision this time. She then looks down and breathes deep as she says in mind, 'I hope I'm wrong. If I'm not, I hope I'm able to protect you against them'. 

Shortly after that, she leaves and enters her own room, throwing her back on the bed as she fixes her gaze on the red ceiling.

Originally, at this kind of time, she is somewhere already, watching people as she drinks wine on the higher ground. However, she can't bring herself to leave the house, thinking that Morgan will be alone.

What if they will come and harm him while she's not around?

That thought boils her blood inside her. She can't calm down.

Samantha props herself up and goes to the cellar, grabbing a bottle of wine. She teleports back to the rooftop with that bottle in her hand, and sits on the railing.

For hundreds of years, this is her first time reluctant to part with her house, and she can't deny the fact that it's all because of him.

Samantha unethically sips a little amount of the wine and wanders her eyes in the darkness, exploring the households around that are almost as tall as a little tot.

Things seem fine. Other than the whining of kids, nagging of wives, clinking of some metallic and stainless objects, sharpening of tools, and wives singing a lullaby song for their infants, Samantha hears nothing else. She ignores the sound of other insects around her, including mosquitos. However, she can't pretend to not notice it for so long as a mosquito bites her shoulder.

With narrow eyes, she glares at it, and says, "Want to suck my blood? Are you a fool? I'm a blood-sucker as well. Don't you think my blood is dirty?... Forget it. What is the use of talking you about this? Besides, we're just the same. All bloodsucker. I hate it." She once sips the content of the wine, and mumbles, "This is so stupid to ask this. But why does our creature existed? Why am I born like this?"

Samantha suddenly hears a thud from the lower floor. It immediately causes her to stand as the sounds obviously came from Morgan's room, eager to appear in front of him and assist him to whatever assistance he needs. But, a truth hits her. He doesn't want to see her, so what is the use of helping him? He is only going to chase her away.

Samantha gulps a mouthful of wine and penetrates her vision through the floor, only to find Morgan holding the edge of the bed as his legs shake trying to get up from the floor. He is pretty weak.

Morgan grits his teeth, and out of annoyance, he pulls the wire from his wrist and groans from the pain.

"I don't need this!" Morgan utters in anger. "Stop treating me a weakling! Because I'm not! And you just wait. I'll kill you myself."

Samantha smirks, and mumbles with a smile, "Very well. That's my boy."

Morgan supports himself up. After spending a lot of effort, he manages to stand on his feet, his legs are a little unsteady. His hands also run on his temples, rubbing them as a throbbing pain occurs, making him dizzy, so he closes his eyes.

Samantha can notice his jaws moving, veins bulging out from his temples and neck. He is holding his breath as he stays still for several minutes.

Then, he slowly opens his eyes again and inhales deep, persuading himself as he balls his hands into fists. "I'm Morgan. I had been through a lot of hardship. This is nothing. I can do this. I can get through this. Likewise, I can't pity myself. I can't. That will only please her. That monster… I'll make her pay double the price of torturing me. Huh, the world is round. I don't believe I can't find a way to kill her."

Samantha nods and smiles. Although what she hears doesn't sound good, at least, she doesn't have to worry about the emotional and mental state of the man. She is proud of him. He is indeed not a weak man.

Samantha sets her eyes back to the households ahead. This time, she feels that a few of the burdens weighing on her shoulders have lifted.

Without watching him, Samantha can still hear the weak and uncertain footsteps of Morgan, then a click of the doorknob. After a short seconds, she catches the sound of the shower flowing.

Samantha knows he is going to take a shower. She calms down a little, and pays her attention in a far distance. She believes that the night will go smoothly after that, however, something happens all of a sudden.

Among of the households ahead, Samantha notices one of the house blazes up. It doesn't come from a bonfire or torch, the house literally is on fire. The sound of people screaming confirms her perception. They are so loud. Pain and fear are distinguishable in her keen hearing.

"Why is this happening?" Samantha stands as she let go of the bottle from her hand. "Why all of a sudden? What a coincidence."

People crying for help enters her ears one after another.

-"Help! Help!"

-"No! No!" 

-"Auhh, help! I don't want to die! It's- it's painful!"

-"Stop! Don't! Please, no! Helppp!!!"

Samantha frowns. She finds their messages weird. It seems that there is something else happening aside that fire.

Samantha tries to penetrate her vision through that fire, however, her eyes get irritated by the light. She squints, eyes feel unbearably uncomfortable.

"Shit!" She closes her eyes in order to calm them. "This doesn't work. I better go over and check it."

She is about to dash over to the burning house, when Morgan releases a shattering screech as well, halting her.