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The only one to listen would be me
Along with the burning candle
There’s not much left to my heart
This beautiful house feels like prison
The tactless night sky is so beautiful

If I Were You by 2NE1

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Maria Orphanage

At a rainy afternoon of a cold Saturday, slaves of the orphanage were doing each of the task provided to them. Most were the asthenics, as pile by pile of mouths were focused on them, even the haughty suitables.
 

“Excuse me.” There was a knock.
 

From the entire ruckus they were creating, they stumbled back the moment a dry, timber voice rumbled to their ears.
 

“ I beg your pardon. I am looking for this orphanage where Sandara came from. Am I on the right place?”
 

One young girl perked in recognition and approached him. “ Y-Yes you are. Please wait. We’re just going to call mama. “
 

The man removed his fancy hat, surprising her of the glossy pale yet striking face and feline eyes that they only have- vampires. Stares were averted when the suspicious man’s lip lifted.“ If it’s not much of a problem, thank you, miss. “
 

“ N-No problem. Uh- Please wait here.” The girl all by ran in haste inside the building.
 

While waiting, the man stepped on the porch, overlooking the busy doers and shrugging off his coat. “ Now for a good scent… “ He closed his eyes, erased the unnecessary noise filled by unaware women, and zeroed on to one keen scent- Sandara’s scent coming from some deep grounds. Not here- not near on his usual spot. He needs to enter further-
 

“ Mister?”
 

He stopped.
 

With precautions, the glinting of his eyes subsided, and he fell back to the neutral façade he usually has. “ Yes?”
 

“ I am supposed to fetch you?”
 

Calculated eyes met brown innocent ones. This was no girl- she was a woman, glowered with independence. He wondered how she could survive living on the mercy of other, when her gaze felt like she uplifts all the protests in the humanity. “ Uh- yes. I’m here to see your master.”
 

He didn’t miss the slight squirming of at the mention of the last word.
 

The woman her feet. “ Follow me. “

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Sandara’s dream was not unique, but it still gave her the intense chills.
She dreamt of falling.

Falling from a cliff.

Falling from the window of a 22-storey building.

Falling from the tallest part of a grand bridge.

And falling to the ground after the fangs devouring her left.
 

There was still no one that saved her.

“ Sandara! Oy!”
 

A cold hand deeply pressing on her forehead snapped her in revelation. “ Kya!” She screamed in fright and lurched forward from her hard bed. The hand still holding on to her face stopped her from smashing to her master’s face. 
 

“ Hey.” Her master spoke, his voice made her come back to her senses. “ You alright?”
 

She heaved a deep painful sigh. “ Y-Yes, sire. “
 

“ Bad dream?”
 

She looked at him and nodded.
 

“ Then go take a bath and eat breakfast. Forget about what you dreamt. “ He decided to poke her forehead in playful manner then stood up and headed to the doors of his room. “ I’ll be downstairs.”
 

When the doors were closed, she rested while seated and fought her negative thoughts to stop disrupting her mind. She mustn’t think of that- she shouldn’t. After all the care and well-treatment that were given to her.
 

But. 
 

The vampire that bit her from her dreams looked painfully similar with her master.
 

Watching the water drip from her arm to her palm, she was again clouded with thoughts. It has already been a week and two days since Jiyong, her master, bought her. From those days, she felt an unusual safeness in his haven, expecting forks yet receiving ones with marshmallows on its spikes. She was perfectly pampered with care.

The only thing that never changed was Jiyong’s coldness towards her. He never failed to pull her out of her wits.
 

Though she doesn’t say this to her master, given the fact that she easily confesses to him everything that rou