Jerry's body vibrated with unspeakable rage. His lips twitched. His eyes grew cold. The sight before him was something he never expected. Sound of a woman's evil cackle with an image of a burning house flashed through his mind, as the unusual pair of blue eyes looked at him. His fingers trembled in to fists. His breathing became uneven. He wore an unreadable expression. His aura screamed danger.
The mother daughter pair felt the coldness, too stunned to make any move.
Step by step, Jerry moved. His eyes fixed on Dydra, who trembled with uncontrollable fear. His palm grew wide, clasping on Dydra's arm, he began dragging her out. Dydra didn't fight it. She had learned from her late grandmother, who told her never to show face to the master. She never knew why, but she was forced to make a promise. Ever since then, wherever she spotted him. Whether it was in the mansion, or around, or by the stream, she had always run. She knew the Master didn't accept her as a member of his family. She understood why, so she didn't resist.
"Honey? Jerry!" Agatha yelled behind them, calling out to him, but her words fell on deaf ears. Tears left Dydra's eyes, staring at the back of the man's home she's been secretly staying for years. She knew eventually he'll find out, but she never knew it to be this soon. What was he going to do with her?
She turned around, her eyes meeting Agatha's worried ones. Dydra held a calm look, nodding to her,
"It's going to be alright," she mouthed. Agatha shook her head, extending her arm for Dydra to take, but Dydra didn't make any attempt to take it.
Due to her attention on Agatha, Dydra failed to take notice of the stairs they were now descending. Her legs got between each other, and she fell. Jerry didn't bat an eyelid. With his grip still firm, he pulled her up.
"Jerry!" Agatha's voice cried, but it still did not gain Jerry's attention.
Maids began to gather with puzzled expression. Their eyes shown when they saw their fellow maid being dragged out of the house by the Master. Their eyes caught the pretty dress she wore, not understanding how a maid optained something like that.
"She was probably caught stealing," a maid whispered to the others, her eyes filled with excitement.
"Really?" The others grew closer.
"Yes. Last night, I saw Madam going to her room," the maid continued, maintaining her low voice.
"In the servants quarters? Are you sure?" A maid doubted.
"Yes, she's telling the truth," another maid backed the first one up, "I too saw Madam at the quarters last night. She must have went to confront her. Maybe she denied it, and Madam reported to Master."
"If that was so, why is Madam crying?" Another maid pointed out. Their attention turned to Agatha, who was running after her husband.
"Madam has a kind heart," the first one said, with the others nodding in agreement.
Jerry's eyes caught sight of a sword handing on a wall. He grabbed it, and said coldly to the maids.
"Hold her back."
The gossiping maids turned their to the master, not knowing who he was referring to. They took notice of the sword in his hand, fear flashing through their eyes.
Agatha's heart skipped a beat. "Jeremiah! Please I beg of you, don't do this! Please! JEREMIAH!" Tears poured down Agatha's face.
The maids stood there, not knowing what to do. Jerry paused, his cold eyes meeting theirs, sending shivers down their spine.
"Do your ears need cleaning?"
Only then do the maids snapped. They figured since he was holding their fellow maid, he was talking about Madam. They went to the lady of the house, their grip tightening around her arms. Agatha resisted with all her might but they where too many. She fell on her knees, trying to break free. They blocked her view. The only thing she heard was the sound of the front door opening.
"JEREMIAH!!" She called out to him, but the door shut.
"No! Nooo! Dydra! DYDRA!!" She cried out.
Dydra's heart ran a thousand miles, when she saw the sword. She panicked. She didn't know what to do. She was too scared to speak. Her eyes darted around, as she saw he was dragging them to the woods. She could still hear Agatha's cry. She trembled.
"Where are you taking me?" She managed to say, her voice coming soft.
Jerry stopped. He loosen his grip. Dydra breath a sigh of relief.
He slowly turned to her. His teeth clenched. His eyes filled with hatred and disgust. His palm suddenly raised, going hard across Dydra's face. Dydra was caught off guard, the force striking her to the ground. Her palm went over her face. Her skin feeling the sting. She tasted something metallic, the smell of blood coming up her nose. Her fingers went to the corner of her mouth, touching something wet. Bring it close, she noticed it was blood, her eyes widened.
Letting go of the sword, Jerry gripped her arms, yanking her up. He pushed her against a near by tree. His eyes filled with disgust.
"Your kind needs to die. Creatures like you needs to return to the pit of hell you came from."
His words struck Dydra's heart like a knife. Her eyes stared into his cold ones, trying to find something sympathy or something that could tell her he regretted what he just said, but she found none. She shook. Never had she encounter something like this. She couldn't speak. Her face stinged. Only then did the thought of escaping passed through her mind. Her eyes darted around, but all she saw were greens and tall trees.
Her eyes widened all of a sudden, when she felt something grip her throat. Her looked at Jerry with fear in eyes. Her hands wiggled about, trying to break free, but the harder she fought, the tighter his grip became.
Suddenly her eyes caught something in his. There's was an unusual glow of red sprouting out. She frowned, and looked in closely.
Fangs peeked out of Jerry's mouth. His eyes bright red. His tongue peeked out, shinnying his fangs. His true nature showed.
"Do you know what I am child?" His voice came low and daring. Dydra managed to shook her head. Her response brought a sinister smirk on his lips. Only then did she notice his fangs. Her heart skipped a beat. She recalled something her grandmother said of creatures who feed on blood. Her grandmother called them Vampires, claiming they were the disciples of the devil.
'My dear, if you ever encounter one, I want you to search for anything wood. Take it, find a sharp edge, and dig it into their heart. Don't be afraid, honey. In this world, you do what you have to, to survive.'
Dydra's heart hit against her chest, her eyes came shot, as she choked, due to lack of air.
'Do what you have to, to survive.' The words echoed in her head.
With the strength she had, Dydra's fingers reached around the tree. Trying to find a branch.
"I thought I ended you years ago, but you're a persistent vulture, aren't you?"
His words fell faintly on Dydra's ears. Her strength wore out, her hands dropped to her side. Her sight began to turn blur, she couldn't hear a word he spoke. Darkness swallowed her as her consciousness fled.