Chapter 3: Vampire
A few minutes later, she returned with clothes folded neatly in her arms. Luckily, this time she got to the coffin without tripping. She placed the clothes on the ground and bowed.
"Master, please step out so that I will dress you," she said.
"Huh? Oh, hell no," Zane refused immediately. She looked at him in confusion. Why did he refuse?
"Just turn around and don’t look at me till I’m done," he said. She still didn’t understand why, but she listened and turned away.
He got out of the coffin. He picked up the towel she had brought and wiped the blood off his body and put on the clothes—a loose black shirt that managed to cover his slim yet very ripped body, and black trousers.
"I’m done," he said, and she turned around.
"Listen, I have a lot of questions right now to ask you, but I want to start from: what’s your name?" Zane asked.
"My name? I have none, Master. A vampire’s name can only be bestowed by their master. It’s what bonds them to their master for all eternity," she responded.
"Oh? So that means you aren’t bound to me. Why are you calling me master then?" Zane asked.
"Because I was the servant of your father before he died. He asked me, as a final wish, to be your servant and help you," she said.