53 Sir Albert Bright! (1/2)

The tall man soon realized what was going on and he screamed in horror. One part of him wanted to save his friend and the other part wanted to get as far as possible from this wild man. But his knees were weak. His legs were shaking and they felt like jelly. Mustering the remaining courage that was left in him and with the help of the adrenaline rush, he attempted to make a run for his life.

However, he heard a 'plop' behind him. The killer has release his first victim of the day after drinking his fill. The blood of the dead soon turns cold. They are like stales and leftovers. Even though the killer took its sip, it was not as tasty as he had wanted it to be. It was a pity that the man had died before he could drink his blood to his heart content.

When he saw his next victim running for his dear life, he release the thin man, making him fall on the ground with a bang. The noise didn't make the other man to stop but it gave him another pump of adrenaline rush to run away in haste. The killer saw his prey running and made a huge leap over him just like the animals.

He held the man by his neck from behind and without any further delay, he sank his teeth into his flesh. As soon as his fangs sank into his flesh, it tore the carotid artery of the man's neck. Sweet warm blood entered into his mouth making him moan in ecstasy. He forcefully held the man by his neck and started chugging down his blood. The more blood entered his mouth the more his jaw tightened and the more his carvings increased. He closed his eyes in pleasure savoring the taste of every drop.

Some of the blood escaped from his mouth dripping down from his mouth to his neck in thin rows, making his torn white shirt into crimson.

There was life in the blood. He could already feel himself growing more strong with each ounce that he drank.

This man too fell dead in his arms and he threw him in the ground.

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Somewhere in a large mansion, an old man was standing near his desk with a folder in his hand. Several men were standing in front of him in a row with their heads down. The atmosphere was eerie cold. It was as if they had entered into a haunted den. None of them dared to breathe loudly even though they were having difficulty in breathing.

”You couldn't find him? Even after one week, you were unable to find him and you all still have cheeks to come here and report this information to me? Even now instead of finding him, you are standing here in front of me with your head so low that it is touching the ground.” The man roared at them.

The man was wearing a navy blue stipped three-piece suit. From the look of his attire and his accessories, he looked rich. He was a middle-aged man who had tried to maintain himself very much.

”Do you all want to die?” he roared once again.

”Your pathetic faces are making me sick. Leave! Scram! Go find my son.”

His subordinates bowed in front of him and as soon as they were about to leave, another person came running in the room. He could not stop himself in time and slammed in the door producing a loud bang and successfully attracting everybody's attention to him.

”Who is this? How dare you?” the wealthy man shouted once again.

”Sorry to interrupt Sir Bright but I have news of your son.” The man said

”What is it Vorstin?” Sir Bright asked in hope. ”You better have some solid proof.” He threatened him.

Vorstin was the attendant secretary of Sir Albert Bright, Count of Coral Bells. He was the uncle of Salvia, Alyssa's mother. He has a wide network in Coral Bells and his roots were deep. Most of the ministers of every department were his pawn. If he wanted to shake the kingdom and wanted to cause a huge turmoil, all he needed was to make one phone call. Even the King pays him his respects and sends medicines and health notes whenever he gets sick or fakes his sickness.

Vorstin composed himself and said, ”Sir, we found traces of him in the eastern side of King's Town.”

At the mention of this, his eyes flared, he said, ”Is this your proof? Eastern side of King's Town? This is what you have found?” he then threw the whole bottle of wine on him. Luckily the bottle smashed into the wall behind him. But this angered him even more. He really wishes to hang him then and there for his stupid information. Well, they already know that he was in the King's Town from the news, but he wanted a particular address.

”Send more men. what are you all still doing here?” he roared at the men who were yet to go to their respective works.

The men once again bowed and started moving.

”Stop!” Vorstincalled out loud, making them stop. If the men had any courage left they would surely have tutted and shook their head at the attendant secretary's misfortune.

”Do you want to die?” The Count roared.