Chapter 5. Getting Acquainted

“You will kill him! Let go of him!” Mary cried out.

She couldn’t believe she was hanging around a bloodsucker whose first instinct was to kill. She felt powerless before him.

After some time, Clinton heeded Mary’s cry. He unhanded him and shoved him to the floor.

“You won’t kill a werewolf by strangling him,” he glanced at Mary. “Rip out their heart or cut off their head, and they will die,” he lectured her briefly.

Killing a werewolf would go a long way than just wanting to strangle him. If he had in mind to kill Samuel, he would just go on and rip his heart or separate his head from his neck. All he did was just to remind him who was in charge.

“What?” she stared with surprise at him. “Is he a werewolf?” she muttered.

“He’s the leader of the werewolves who cared less that I was gone!” he blurted out. Turning his scowling gaze at the one he shoved to the floor, he lashed out. “Samuel, why did you not look for me?”

Samuel quickly went to his knees with his head lowered. “I led the werewolves to search for you, but your brother and sister kept massacring us outside the full moon,” he spoke in his defense.

“It is 20 years past, and none of you have broken the curse of the moon?” Clinton gnawed with evil in his eyes.

Samuel raised his head toward him and spoke in a quaky voice that betrayed his courage. “We tried, but your brother and sister kept ruining our plans.”

“I have been the one getting things done. And here I am to clean up your mess and get things done, again.” He bit his lip in rage. “I will spare you because you still serve a purpose, but don’t make me regret sparing you.”

He turned and gestured for Mary, who had been watching him closely in silence. “Come with me.”

Mary was subdued by his soothing voice. She couldn’t resist him.

Clinton led the way. He moved in a triumphant walk as she followed right behind him. She couldn’t help but continue to glance around the exterior of the mansion. ‘This place must have cost a fortune,’ she said in her heart.

The beautiful, colorful flowers brightened the scene of the mansion. A vast fountain sitting at the center of the compound made a striking resemblance to the newly acquired mansion of her father, Rick.

Clinton opened the front door and finally announced: “Welcome to my abode!” he stepped aside, holding the door for her as he pointed the way in with a gesture and a slight bow like she was a princess.

The interior of the mansion got her thinking. Frames of pictures were hung on the sensitive part of the walls, and most of the pictures were pictures of Clinton on different occasions. One of the pictures displayed him stepping on a bull he killed and his hunter’s gun raised to his chest.

She glanced over her shoulders. “Why kill a bull with a gun when you can easily use your fangs on the poor creature?”

“Ha-ha! Not funny,” he said, shirking it off.

“So, why do you bring me here to your home? To see how rich you are or what?” she stared at him with a weird look.

“If not for this mess on me, I would have grasped your hand and pulled you toward me and then kissed you for saving me from the deep sleep of trance.”

“I am not a good kisser,” she said, lowering her head. She was shy.

He smirked. “You don’t have to kiss me back. I will be doing the kissing.”

She breaks into a silly smile. “No one is kissing anyone,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“So, show me to the guest room. I need to shower,” she politely requested.

“Perhaps we could shower together.” He flashed a charming smile that seemed mischievous.

“Ha-ha! Not funny,” she reciprocated him. “Perhaps you said.” Her dazzling smile lit her face with warmth.

“I will let Samuel show you to your room,” he said, gesturing at Samuel. “I will see you in the morning. We have a lot to talk about.”

He was still pissed at Samuel for not trying hard to find him. They were supposed to be working together, but he was willing to let this slide.

Samuel responded to Clinton’s order as he led Mary to her room, where she would be staying for the night.

As Mary began climbing the stairs after Samuel, she noticed more decoration in the mansion that she hadn’t noticed a while ago. Some corners of the house had red bulbs. The bright lights relieved her of fear, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The house was well-decorated, and most of the curtains were red. The furniture was also red, and the rugs were red, too. The maple wood flooring was well maintained. Every corner of the hall was tidy. Not even a single speck or cobweb was seen. Clinton had his mansion well decorated with fine precious stones. Everything about him was steeped in mystery. Mary knew nothing about him, but she could barely stay away from him.

Approaching the front door of her new room, Samuel unlocked the door and gestured for her to go in. She found herself in a small bedroom with a well-dressed bed and a table with a fancy lamp on it. The sheets of the bed were red and white.

As Mary was about to get in, a weird-looking man with a bushy beard and hair dressed in a sweatshirt arrived with new clothes and a blanket. Having handed them to Mary, he smiled through his gapped teeth and whispered, “Goodnight, Ms. Brown. Don’t be carried away deep in sleep. And don’t leave the windows open at night. Always sleep with one eye open.”

The weird man gave Mary the creeps. She locked the door securely and made up her mind to stay awake and keep watch for the night, if not the rest of her nights in Clinton’s mansion. However, her tired body, after her shower, soon gave in, and she quickly fell asleep.