53 Sir Albert Bright!

The tall man soon realized what was going on and he screamed in horror. One part of him wanted to save his friend and the other part wanted to get as far as possible from this wild man. But his knees were weak. His legs were shaking and they felt like jelly. Mustering the remaining courage that was left in him and with the help of the adrenaline rush, he attempted to make a run for his life.

However, he heard a 'plop' behind him. The killer has release his first victim of the day after drinking his fill. The blood of the dead soon turns cold. They are like stales and leftovers. Even though the killer took its sip, it was not as tasty as he had wanted it to be. It was a pity that the man had died before he could drink his blood to his heart content.

When he saw his next victim running for his dear life, he release the thin man, making him fall on the ground with a bang. The noise didn't make the other man to stop but it gave him another pump of adrenaline rush to run away in haste. The killer saw his prey running and made a huge leap over him just like the animals. 

He held the man by his neck from behind and without any further delay, he sank his teeth into his flesh. As soon as his fangs sank into his flesh, it tore the carotid artery of the man's neck. Sweet warm blood entered into his mouth making him moan in ecstasy. He forcefully held the man by his neck and started chugging down his blood. The more blood entered his mouth the more his jaw tightened and the more his carvings increased. He closed his eyes in pleasure savoring the taste of every drop.

Some of the blood escaped from his mouth dripping down from his mouth to his neck in thin rows, making his torn white shirt into crimson.

There was life in the blood. He could already feel himself growing more strong with each ounce that he drank.

This man too fell dead in his arms and he threw him in the ground.

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Somewhere in a large mansion, an old man was standing near his desk with a folder in his hand. Several men were standing in front of him in a row with their heads down. The atmosphere was eerie cold. It was as if they had entered into a haunted den. None of them dared to breathe loudly even though they were having difficulty in breathing.

"You couldn't find him? Even after one week, you were unable to find him and you all still have cheeks to come here and report this information to me? Even now instead of finding him, you are standing here in front of me with your head so low that it is touching the ground." The man roared at them.

The man was wearing a navy blue stipped three-piece suit. From the look of his attire and his accessories, he looked rich. He was a middle-aged man who had tried to maintain himself very much.

"Do you all want to die?" he roared once again.

"Your pathetic faces are making me sick. Leave! Scram! Go find my son."

His subordinates bowed in front of him and as soon as they were about to leave, another person came running in the room. He could not stop himself in time and slammed in the door producing a loud bang and successfully attracting everybody's attention to him.

"Who is this? How dare you?" the wealthy man shouted once again.

"Sorry to interrupt Sir Bright but I have news of your son." The man said

"What is it Vorstin?" Sir Bright asked in hope. "You better have some solid proof." He threatened him.

Vorstin was the attendant secretary of Sir Albert Bright, Count of Coral Bells. He was the uncle of Salvia, Alyssa's mother. He has a wide network in Coral Bells and his roots were deep. Most of the ministers of every department were his pawn. If he wanted to shake the kingdom and wanted to cause a huge turmoil, all he needed was to make one phone call. Even the King pays him his respects and sends medicines and health notes whenever he gets sick or fakes his sickness.

Vorstin composed himself and said, "Sir, we found traces of him in the eastern side of King's Town."

At the mention of this, his eyes flared, he said, "Is this your proof? Eastern side of King's Town? This is what you have found?" he then threw the whole bottle of wine on him. Luckily the bottle smashed into the wall behind him. But this angered him even more. He really wishes to hang him then and there for his stupid information. Well, they already know that he was in the King's Town from the news, but he wanted a particular address.

"Send more men. what are you all still doing here?" he roared at the men who were yet to go to their respective works.

The men once again bowed and started moving.

"Stop!" Vorstincalled out loud, making them stop. If the men had any courage left they would surely have tutted and shook their head at the attendant secretary's misfortune.

"Do you want to die?" The Count roared.

"No sir, sorry sir, but I got young master's recent location. He is at street W in King's Town." He said pointing at the dot in his tablet.

"Send.. send some men to get him. Alert our men placed in King's Town to bring him safely to the secret house. He said everything in one breath. After dismissing the men he plopped in his chair and released a long heavy breath. He felt like he had suddenly aged in the past weeks. He was a bit relaxed since he had found the exact location of his son, but he will truly relax after they will secure him properly in the safe house.

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Alyssa took three passports and three fake identity cards from her bag and passed them to Noah and Jake.

She looked at Jake in his eyes and replied, "I am doing this for the sake of my country. I don't believe that everything that is going on is as simple as it is told. There seems a huge conspiracy in the murders.

"Huh! A criminal is also a patriotic. This seems new." Jake said sarcastically.

Alyssa ignored him. She didn't bother to correct him. He can think whatever he wants to think. It doesn't matter to her. it was just he had asked her a question and she was replying to him, that too with all honesty. But it is up to him to believe her or not. She is not responsible to change somebody's mindset.

"What criminal? You think we are criminal?" Noah scoffed and glared at him.

"It is pointless Noah," Alyssa said without much emotion.

"Let us keep our differences aside for a minute and work on this matter together." She spoke.

She then brought a folder kept at her table to the main table where they were sitting around.

"These are some information that I found on victims. Have a closer look." She said passing the folder towards Jake and Noah.

"How did you get this?" Jake asked in suspicion.

"I have my own way. You don't need to be bothered about it. take a closer look" she said pointing at the folder.

"You are a hacker. Aren't you? And you got this information from hacking into the Crime investigation department. Don't you?" Jake spoke his hypothesis that he has formed after observing Alyssa.

"You are smart, but these are unnecessary questions for the time being. You just need to focus on the matter at hand." Alyssa spoke once again reminding him to have a closer look at the folder which he hasn't even touched yet.

"You are a hacker, aren't you?" Jake once again repeated his question but this time Alyssa didn't reply. She just gave him a pissed look that said, 'Are you for real? Are you that dumb? Gosh! I can't work with this psyco.'

As if looking straight through her brain and knowing her thoughts, Jake clenched his palm into a fist in anger. With one swift motion, he took the folder from the table and went to another table to read it alone.

"Hey, I was reading it too." Noah hollered after him.

Without replying to anything or turning around he went straight to another table and sat on its chair to read it.

"I am so pissed already," Noah mumbled.

"Me too," Alyssa said. She could already feel her headache coming thinking about the future.

She could imagine herself aging rapidly just in few weeks of their encounter. She imagined Dianna and her friends unable to recognize her because she looked ten years older than her real self.

"Hysh! I don't want to age so much that to so rapidly." Alyssa said shaking her head to let go of her weird imagination.