The Vampire's Bride

It was clear in his voice that he wanted a clear and a satisfactory answer yet the three ladies kneeling in front of him seemed to have lost their voices. Noticing that they do not dare speak, he asked again, "Where is she?"

Afraid of what else could happen, his wife stuttered, "S-She's staying with her friend."

"That's not what I'm asking," the man was annoyed. They've been giving him the same reason for a couple of times now. He, of course, noticed that there was something wrong but paid no heed to it because it was not in his priority list. All these changed when he heard that his father would be coming home. Although he did not say anything even if he knew what his daughters and wife were doing to the missing girl, his father did not agree to it. It was also a crucial time to gain his father's favor now that he was nearing his deathbed. He placed the papers in his hand down at the table besides him. "Where is she?"

Thana held her head low as she replied, "Father, she's staying in Master Orpheus' house that is why we are having a hard time retrieving her."

"Orpheus?" The man narrowed his eyes. That family actually took in the girl? Something's... wrong. "I will personally get her. Father is coming home any moment now. We must make sure that nothing goes wrong. Go and prepare yourselves. We'll pay a visit to their house."

"Yes, Father." The three immediately left, leaving the man alone to think. His eyes were clouded as he stared at the door. He felt something was wrong every time they would talk about her but... when he looked at his daughters and wife, he was contented. Leaning back, he calculated the time his father would arrive as he thought of what he should do to teach the little girl some discipline. "Three more days, at the very least, before father comes home. That's good for a stay in the shelter."

If he looked back and recalled the words he just said, he would rather spit out blood for he did not even try to think about the situation Mallory was in. He probably just thought that Mallory pleaded for her to stay.

...

"Master Jillion! Break, break!" Mallory w.h.i.n.ed as she felt her head breaking. She was alternating between studying math and history. When Jillion gave her an impromptu question, she could not even think properly.

Jillion sighed and agreed. "Okay. Twenty minutes break."

Mallory's head fell on the table as she felt drained. She knew these subjects were not her forte but who would have thought that she's not even at the average level in history?

"My dear friend, I never expected you to hate history to the bones!" Jillion exclaimed as he looked at the book. They weren't even at the school's current lesson so how could she pass the exams?

"I also did not expect it, Master Jillion. It's not like I hate history..." Mallory mumbled. As far as she could remember, history was not her least favorite subject... it's just something she did not understand.

"Do you want to continue? You're studying Math and History at the same time. You might be overloaded with information if you cannot cope with the pace," Aldo said worryingly.

Mallory quickly shook her head. "I'll take the opportunity now that I've got free teachers teaching me. I need to pass the upcoming exams." For me to be able to continue staying there...

Aldo immediately understood the words unsaid. He silently pitied the girl. "Did they decide that you'll go to a different school than theirs?"

Shaking her head, Mallory let out a sad laugh as she remembered how she got in the school, "No. A week before entering schools, I immediately changed what was written in my paper when Father was about to pass it to his people. When they realized it, I was already a student in my current school and because the people there are not people whom they could fight with, they let me be. Of course, that doesn't mean that my sisters have no way to control me."

"Who's guarding you? The teachers?" Aldo asked.

"Not only them. I think they were able to convince some students... not that I mind. As long as I can study there then I'd rather not complain," Mallory said as she stretched her arms.

Looking at both of them, Jillion frowned. "I feel bad for listening to something like this." Although deep down, he was curious as to what Mallory was saying. As a good friend, he decided to eavesdrop to their conversations and tell all the important details to Leo.

"It's fine, Master Jillion. I'm sure you've learn something like this from Master Orpheus," Mallory said as she suddenly remembered what Phil had called him: Ian. "Master Jillion... Ian is your other name, right?"

"Hm?" Jillion forgot for a second that he was also called Ian. "Yeah. Why?"

"I... did not know," Mallory confessed. "Do you have a vampire name?"

Vampire name? Hearing her question, there was a moment of hesitation on his face. But it only took him a second before replying with a carefree smile, "Name? I don't really remember... I've been hiding behind the name 'Ian' that it had become my other name."

"I see." Mallory did not notice a thing and ripped a piece of paper. She started folding it as she said, "What time will you leave? Where will you stay, Aldo?"

"We'll leave after talking with Leo. I'm currently staying at Jillion's place. Want anything to drink? Jillion and I will get some snacks," Aldo said as he stood up.

"Juice please, if there is," Mallory said, not lifting her head.

"Sure." Aldo grabbed Jillion's arm, pulling him. Jillion was surprised as he tried to reject. "N-No... I..."

Jillion shut his mouth when he saw the serious look on Aldo's face. He immediately followed as they went down the hallway. While walking, he looked at the hand that was holding his wrist firmly. He knew that Aldo pitied him. He knew that he still remembers how s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e the topic of his vampire name was to him. Pulling his hand back, Jillion said, "Let's go. I feel hungry."

But just as Jillion took a few steps forward, Aldo stopped him. "If you want to cry, then go ahead. If you want to show a pained expression, then go ahead. Mallory is not here."

Jillion stopped. He clenched his fist as he gave out a sad laugh. "I see... so you still remember it."

"Of course."

Jillion was not surprised. After all, he did make a lot of trouble for him. Jillion felt relieved but when Aldo continued, Jillion wanted to punch his face.

"I won't forget the day you banged on my house. It's really an unsightly scene to see. But don't worry. Just that is not enough for me to not like you, darling."

"Shut your trap."

"Does that mean that I can just lock you in for your whole life without any trappings?"

"You wish, you jerk!"

"And it's this jerk that loves you very much!"

Jillion: "..." Speaking with the jerk just made his blood boil. Rather not interact at all.

But suddenly, Jillion remembered something. "Aldo... do you think Mallory noticed?"

"Mallory?" Aldo thought about it for a moment. His eyes shifted as he lied, "Probably... no."

"I see." Jillion was relieved and headed towards the kitchen without another word.

...

Back in the room, Mallory stopped folding the moment they left. She lowered her eyes as she felt something was wrong. Of course she noticed something was wrong but decided not to ask. So she waited for them to cool down.

She suddenly felt that Aldo had not changed much in the inside. Although he looked more m.a.t.u.r.e and handsome, he still knew her habits and what she was thinking. She was thankful for that.

"Mallory," Aldo called as Jillion opened the door. "There's some sandwiches, let's eat before continuing."

"Yes." Mallory looked at Jillion and noticed his usual mood back.

...

As they were eating, a certain butler was alerted of a few... supposedly "uninvited visitors".

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