CHAPTER 2

SHE PUT HER HAND IN HER head and treat it as her pillow. She gazed at the wide fake sky in her chandelier. The fake stars bright in different colors. She laughed and amazed when it twinkled. "You do love stars, my dear." Her mother said to her who is also lying beside her. "Stars are wonderful, mom. They are located too far away from me but they still able to give light despite of their distance." Her mother laughed in her amusement.
"Is there a kind of stars that you most like among all the stars that you see in your eyes?"
She shook her head. "I don't treat them orderly. I like them equally. So I never treat any stars in their attributes. They have their unique attributes." Her mom shook in defeat. " Alright. Alright.... Now, let's get up, it is time for your meal." She pouted. " I want to eat with you and dad, mom." She said. But she got a shook response from her mom.
"No, silly. You will be sleeping without eating when you are going to wait for it. You need to eat now."
"But mom." But her mother is more stubborn than her, she didn't win against her. So she ate her meals in her upset behavior. "There some People starve to eat, they even seek in the bin just to find food. Don't waste the time that you are given to eat delicious meals and ready to serve in your table, JM. Now, eat."
"Fine, mom."

MEANWHILE, AT The DEL CONDE company, Mr. Faeldr Del Conde were looking at his computer screen. His forehead browed and his glasses were reflected by the light of the screen. The brightness of his office were dull. He looked at his tableclock. It is nine in the evening. He paused from heat he was doing and massaged his forehead. "Dad, why won't you take a rest first? Let me take care of your work for the time being." Clover appeared in his front.
"Clover, you have your own business. You can't just leave that behind." His father declined his offer multiple times. Clover shook his head. " Dad, you are in your sixties right now."
"My physical features, yes it is sixty years old. But don't forget you came from me, I am a vampire. I am more ahead of you." Clover just shook his head and walked close to his father. He gave him the folder, that his father quickly looked at it. " Are these new?" Mr. Del Conde asked.
"Yes. There were mysterious cases floating simultaneously at different places. And the human official declare it is made by the vampires. That is why it is called Vampire murder case. Two circle bite on the neck. And a traces of saliva had been found in each victim." Clover reported to his father.
"So they are accusing our vampire clan into this kind of cases? I remembered something like this happened years ago. Up until now that we laylow our clan, there still lot of seekers wanted to accuse us on bad things." Past 10 decades, humans, vampires and werewolf were once friends. They never quarelled coexisting with each other. They treat themselves equally. The thirst of the vampire were controlled at that time. There were humans who voluntarily offered their blood, and some werewolf also offered to help to have peaceful flow of living.
Humans never scared of vampire nor werewolfs. They were mostly like a sister link relationship. But something happened that broke the relationship that these three species built. Humans had been found dead. They were all eaten organly or drank drainly. Humans was alerted by this incident so they quickly built a wall against their opposite species. Even half-species, half human or half vampire or half Werewolf were thrown out in graves or away from the pure blooded humans. " Dad, these unknown enemy is not part of our clan. All vampires in our clan were scanned mandatorily. And have no found, nor traced of killing a human."
Mr. Del Conde placed the Folder in his table and stood. He walked towards his coffee maker. " Find out the real cause of it. I don't want to continue these thing to happen again." He picked a mug. "The vampire clan will be out in the picture if this continues to spread." He grilled the coffee beans before he let the coffee maker blend the coffee itself in his mug.
"I will father." Clover left his office but it was a wrong move because when he turned his back away from his father. He never saw the unnoticeable enemy entered from the window and quickly slit his father throat, before Mr. Del Conde could sipped to his coffee. "Dad!" But it was too late because he quickly vanished into ashes in his sight. And the enemy just disappeared without a trace.

MR. CLIFFORD WENT HOME TIRED FROM HIS BUSINESS EXPANSION in IloIlo. His wife greeted him after she opened the door for him. "How is she? Did she sleep first?" He asked his wife. She gladly nodded and pulled the chair of the dining table. "Have a sit." She said to him.
She went to the kitchen to get two plates and served in front of him. " I gave her chicken nuggets. She was sulking before she went slept. She also wanted to wait for your return, but thankfully I persuaded her to sleep in her bed." He shook and laughed. He picked the fork and peirced it deeper to the nuggets.
"Is there no wrong findings have you found on her?"
"Doc Li was here a while ago. She checked her condition. And she is now stable. There is nothing to worry about her. She is even energetically made a video for you in my phone." His wife happily said to him. His wife gave him the phone and played the video that is made by little Jaymea.
"Hi dad. Muah! Dad? When do you plan to go home? I miss you. You were not playing with me anymore. It is not so much fun when only mom is around. I want the two of you of mom and me playing my dollies. Please, go home dad. I really do miss you."
"She even have teary eyes." His wife said in amusement that he also agreed. " She is a lovely kid." But in the middle of their conversation about their kid, a knocked from the door broke their moment. Mr. Clifford looked above the wallclock. It is late. Who would be knocking in their door in this late night?
"I open the door." Mr. Clifford said to his wife. He walked towards the door. He stopped in front of his door and put his eyes in the peephole and his forehead creased when he saw a familiar person in front of his door, smirking at him, as if he knows that Mr. Clifford is looking at the peephole.