Chapter 325: Vengeance tastes so Sweet (2)
The rest of Killian’s plan unfolded rather rapidly. He didn’t anticipate that. However, returning to the manor after healing a bunch of people and discovering the monster who injured them in their bath being washed by their personal chambermaid quickened everything. Killian didn’t realise Suzie was one of the darling witch’s personal chambermaid, and by using her as his little hypnotised slave, she was predominantly a hostage.
In spite of that, Suzie wasn’t actually under any compulsion after he ordered her not to scream. She seemed happy to do the rest without him asking her to. In fact, she was more than happy to get a little too handsy with him, but the vampire wouldn’t complain. He could relax for a while.
That was until the doors burst open, and in walked the three Benett sisters. Discovering the chambermaid they grew up with ’held hostage’ cleaning blood off Killian’s chest must have been quite a scene for them.
He waited impatiently, tapping his boot as Bree and Brenda contacted the dark witches for help. Rumours had already escalated from this small village. Killian had already forgotten the name, too or, more likely- didn’t bother to remember the name because his memory was impeccable. Those rumours shot out to nearby villages. The hot topics were about the Faceless and another monster that seemed just as bad, leaving bodies, some drained of blood, others left alive to tell the horror they witnessed.
"A vampire?!" Villagers cried. Either laughing or backing away in terror. If these Faceless creatures had spawned from nowhere, then it wouldn’t be impossible for a legend such as a vampire to arrive or return.
"Why are you doing this?" Cici, the youngest of the sisters, was possibly eighteen to twenty, asked. She was the witch Killian saw aiding the villagers with the Faceless earlier. She may be the youngest but the bravest as she stared at him dead in the eye.
"What am I doing exactly?" Killian hummed, playing with a dagger in his hand, ankle crossed over his knee as he sat on the sofa in one of the drawing rooms. They kept the curtains closed even as the day grew dark.
Brenda, the oldest, had already made the mistake of trying to kill him by using sunlight. Killian was too quick and proved his powers by moving out of the way and holding her by the throat against the wall within seconds. Their father fainted, much like the butler. Since they have all been on their best behaviour.
The men of the house seemed utterly useless, and the women weren’t powerful enough to take him on.