Tainted Teardrops [Book no.1- Dhatins of 3030 Indonesia] ✔

03 | once a killer, always a killer

~ Kersen's POV, continuation~

" H-hello?" I answer the call, and when I find myself sounding like a meek little girl, immediately, I stop myself. No, that isn't the way to answer a customer. Father... Would be ashamed if he heard me being so unprofessional. 

" Yes, is this Mr.Lioek I am speaking to?" The voice answers, in a dark, deep, sultry voice. In the background, I could hear a bloodcurdling scream, and then a splatter, that could most likely be blood. 

Grimacing, I clear my throat and try to ignore the fact that this is a dhatin of Vampire I am speaking to after all. The very same man that I used to work for, Count Darc himself. A wealthy, prestigious vampire such as himself is now working with the ORBV and the likes of Galep; meaning that he could be a great influence on the ORBV's advertisement. Which also means I definitely-most definitely- can't afford to mess up. Unless... I want to be whipped tonight.

" Yes, this is," I respond, and the voice on the other side of the phone chuckles. 

" Ah yes, little Kersie is it? How have you been?" His voice... It is irritating me.

" Pardon? Count Darc, I have no time for this chitchat. The dismissal is to start at around-" I start to say, but then I'm interrupted by the devilish laughter of the Count. 

" My, my! How have you changed so much, within these past three years I've seen you, my former servant? Or, should I call you Butler? Haha! Shall I ask you to fetch me a cup of tea with a side of lemon scones?" He taunts, and I can feel it.

It all comes back to me, burns me to the very fucking core. It's like all of a sudden, the flames within my eyes have ignited the pain. Trembling, I'm at loss for words, and it all comes back to me, every last bit of hell I endured at the Darc family household. The way they treated me like I was the very scum of the Earth, the way they used my body to acquire their need for blood. Lusting after me, and I had no choice but to obey. 

And most of all...

The first girl I've ever loved, Violet Darc... I would have to endure her being abused and used by her family, and I couldn't.

Stop the pain.

I've always been so weak.

But now, I have no choice once more, but to succumb to my weakness.

I have no choice but to play it cool, don't fret. I try to encourage myself, but I can't seem to let it go.

" What do you want? I know you want something, old man, now tell me... What the fuck do you want?!" I spat, and once I do, I hear the sudden SLAM! And then there's crimson on my palms, spilling through my fingers, I wince.

The sound of the hard slap of my father's cane slams against my right cheek causes my entire body to crash to the hard cement ground of the dismissal judge room. Trembling, I try to get up, but he's too fast. 

As he squishes my right cheek to the ground with the heel of his boots, I cry out in pain, as a mix of salty, wet, tears and blood stains the cement. 

Plop, plop. 

Plip, plop. 

" Father! What was that for?!" I scream, but then, he muffles the sound of my wailing with his boot. And then, once he notices how much blood that I've lost, the crimson spilling from my cheeks, down the side of my button-down white oxford t-shirt and onto the cement ground, as well as my slow retreat to dizziness, he barks to one of his guards, " Take him away."