WHISTLING MYSTIQUE

01

Lucien Constantine

As soon as I entered the large door of the casino of Marquis Ruger, annoyances greeted me while walking through this shitty hallway filled with faces I wish to rip apart.

There were quick glances coming in my way as my steps echoed through the hallway. Perhaps, some of them were silently cursing me to death.

Tsk. How atrocious not to greet me. I am far superior compared to y'all, idiots.

"Well, well, well!" Bruno suddenly appeared beside me, clapping his hand like a fool, in a manner of mocking me, while wearing the same ugly face like the child I first met "If it isn't the filthy rogue."

"Scram, boy. Your presence is unwanted." His smirking face was replaced by lour when I casually didn't hide the tone of implying him to fvck off. If only I could kill this motherfvcker leech beside me, I would have done it a long time ago. But this asshole is Marquis Ruger's undeserving son and I can't just kill this asshole if I don't want the Marquis to hunt me.

"I see that your arrogance is like a leech as ever," he said when he recovered from his petty sense of superiority. Hell, I would never hesitate to erase the fun of such self-conceited brats from aristocrats. I've lived long enough. What's the use of fear of being punish for disrespecting a spoiled lord of the Ruger's mansion.

"Though I don't think that arrogance of yours will stay once father will become aware about what you're doing these past few days." He smirked like he just hit a button that will say 'hey, that's savage!' bitch please. I would be embarrassed if I were him. Talking corny rebuttals like it's something to be proud of. At least have some ounce of shame. Your father is a Marquis, a respectable old man whose face like Garfield.

"What happened to your journey as a rogue vampire, hmm?" he change the subject when he probably sensed that I had no intention of giving him a counterclaim.

"Considering your bad aura, I presume that you had a bad trip, ey?" He let out a laugh while slightly shaking his head. "Did you not drink blood from at least one fairy? Is that why you look thirsty?" he continued, breaking the shrine I built for my patience.

What a fvcking annoying parrot-like.

I stopped and glared at him. The color of my eyes switched. "One more say and I'll cut that tongue out of your mouth."

I heard him gasped as he covered his mouth with his palms. He shook his head like a scaredy-cat and retreated.

This is what I'm talking about. A spoiled brat who's good at words is a spoiled brat that will probably shit in fear.

Good thing he isn't an idiot totally.

"Now, scram if you still love your fvcking life," I said and he obliged.

"Tsk! Do you wanna lose your eyesight?" I annoyingly glared at each person around the hallway, walking and glancing at me, probably wondering who am I for talking shit on their master.

How annoying

I stomped my feet towards the big door of Marquis Ruger's office. The guards immediately recognized me.

I smirked.

Good thing they know how to recognize someone great and powerful.

They opened the door and announced my arrival to the Marquis who was seating on his chair with a pipe in his mouth.

I noticed how disheveled he was when I entered. But, eventually hid it apruptly and replaced it with a grinning face as he puff a smoke.

To be honest, his office reeks of an unexplainable smell. Who would work in this kind of place? Pile of papers are unorganized, there are no windows at all!