The Night Hunter

CHAPTER 6

"Well!"

Camila sat up. His body was filled with sweat.

"It's just a dream," Camila muttered around looking at her room, but her eel furrowed thinking whether it was a dream or not? Because it felt real to him. Can't remember. I don't know what time it was and how he got home.

Camila got out of bed, as usual she did not see her mother in the room or in the living room, maybe the mother was still sleeping with the man out there, she thought.

Camila took a teapot on the table and poured the contents into a glass, then drank it until it ran out in a standing position.

Camila's gaze was now fixed on the wall clock that showed 09:00. "I have to get ready." Because he's leaving for college soon.

...***...

"How are you doing, Sam?" ask the man who just entered the hospital room while putting a fruit basket next to the patient's bed. "How's your hand?" ask again to make sure.

"More intense." Sam raised his bandaged hand. "I didn't think we'd deal with them."

"It's my fault. I'm sorry."

"Case-of"

"I know, Sam. I don't care if he's a vampire of nobility or not! I won't budge if I'm not wrong!"

Sam sighed softly. A few days ago Liam was confronted by a vampire from the nobility. Seeing Liam a little in control, Sam also helped and caused himself to be attacked.

I understand you hate vampires. They killed your mother .. Hearing the word vampire alone might boil your blood to the head.

Everyone knows, Liam is a very stubborn person. It's hard to manage let alone it's about his stance.

"I just wanted to say, you don't act alone. Aren't we a team?" keep Sam.

"Gum." Liam only replied with a mutter that he did not agree with yet.

Sam squinted. "Then why don't you take Berla with you?"

Liam whining. "You want me to take that lazy boy?"

"Lazyman? Aren't you the one who spoiled him," Sam couldn't raise his voice because his chest was still hurting and then he coughed.

"Because I'm the oldest."

Liam flicked his hand 'whatever'. He got up from his seat and left. I have a lecture today."

"Hm, okay."

"Chealing fast." Pat Liam slowly on Sam's arm.

...***...

Camila is currently standing on the roof of a building. The place where a girl named Cley ended her life by jumping from the roof of the building.

Camila flicked her long hair back as a gust of wind blew her hair to cover her pretty face.

Camila stepped slightly forward-looking down the building, right where Cley's body landed with a terrible body condition. Camila did not want to remember the incident anymore, but the words in Camila's mind on Cley always ringed until carried away in a dream.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry." Camila chattered to herself with teary eyes.

Someone was suddenly behind Camila and whispered in her ear. "Hey, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Ac ...!" Camila shuddered as she turned around, unknowingly her feet were already on the lip of the roof of the building. Camila's eyes were bulging, her body balance was shaky. "Oh, no ....!" Camila looked down there. Nay! He didn't want to end up like Cley, he thought.

"Help, help me" said Camila as the white man caught her hand. His movements are so fast. "Please pull me!" Horrified, Camila grabbed the man's hand with her other hand. It could be said that the position of the girl's body was outside the roof of the building with a footstool on the roof lip. If the man let go of her hand, it's already Camila's history.

"OK, but on one condition," he said, still holding the girl's hand without a burden.

"Can you pull me out first?" Although in a gamang position Camila wanted to negotiate first. What if the brown-eyed man asked for something strange?

The man named Bryan smiled. "Don't you understand what your position is now, miss?"

"Okay, alright!"

"Well, like that. I don't like dissident girls."

Damnit damnit! You think with your cool look I'd be interested in you? I've met a lot of assholes like you look! Camila cursed the man in her heart for remembering the men she had come into contact with her mother.

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