too good to be true - Shweta Patil (summer books txt) 📗

Author's Note

This book is a work of fiction. Though if vampire truly exist it won't be much of a fiction.

 

Until their existence comes to everyone's attention, it is.

 

sorry for boring anyone who's reading. I will cut my crap short.

 

Thanks for reading. Any feedback positive or negative would be gladly appriciated.

 

CHAPTER 1

 

 

 

 

 

It’s well passed eleven when I made my way down the bus. There were only two persons getting out at this shady county. I gripped my bag tightly as I looked both sides of the dirt path. I cursed as I started walking when I don’t see any transportation around. Can’t go to the mansion walking right? I don’t see any options though.

 

There were several holes in the ground on this side of the path. Without a doubt it’s the opposite path for the mansion. I turn on my heel and came face to face with the man who got out of the bus with me.

 

“You look lost?”

 

His hat was pulled low on his forhead. Though there was no mistaking of the eye that he lost. The skin bunched there giving him a dangerous appearance for an old man that he was. The other eye glinted in the low light of the moon. Nevertheless, his smile was genuine.

 

“A little.” Giving my size, he didn’t look a bit of intimidated by me. I towered well above a foot than him.

 

“Don’t you worry, young man. I have lived here all my life. I’ll come with a transportation right back.” He started walking swiftly for his age. Not that I worry. How I like good ol’ men.

 

 

A taxi pulled up at the bus stop after few minutes. I rushed to it, a sigh passing my lips.

 

I lifted my hand to knock on the tinted window at the driver side. But before my hand could possibly touch it, The back window started to roll down and I see the old man from before.

 

“Oh, it’s you. I never thought you would be this speedy.” We laughed as I enter beside him. I don’t have much luggage with me so I put what I had at my foot.

 

“Where to?” The driver who looked to be in his early thirties as me fixed his mirror giving a crooked smile.

 

“The Richmond Mansion.”

 

“Oh, hasn’t it been a decade since anyone has been there, Reggie?” The old man refereed to the driver.

 

“Yeah. Are you his son or what? Not that we heard any tales about that rich bastard have anyone but himself.”

 

“No. I’m buying the house and the surrounding property.”

 

“That’s news.” The driver whistled.

 

The path was bumpy as we made our way through the lining of trees.

 

“So old man, I own you one though you didn’t have to come all this way with us.”

 

“No, You don’t.” He gave me a toothy grin which shows he has some tooth missing.

 

I raised my eyebrow as they both started to laugh hysterically which made the car sway from it’s path.

 

“Whats so funny?”

 

“You.” The driver said as he came to a stop. “Havent you heard about this little town being shady? The main rule is , Never to trust strangers. We have our business because of fools like you.” He turned on his seat as the old man next to me revealed a hidden blade from his trashy clothes.

 

“Now be a good boy and gives us your bag. I bet you have packed with money if you came down here for purchasing that bastards house. It must cost great ton of money.” There greedy hands approached my bag as I laughed which halted their progress as they gave me questioning looks of whether I’m sane or not?

 

Didn’t guess on the first day of excitement, Did I? Not that I’m one to complain when food walks at my way all by itself.

 

 

I let him stab me in the side rib without so much as a flinch. His blade ripped through my custom shirt and came out crooked. I smirked as they looked like they have seen a ghost. Not that I’m far from their imagination. I widen my smile showing them my long incisor as I whisked the blade from his hand in less than a microsecond. Before they can realise what hit them I snapped the neck of the old man and crushed Reggie’s palm when he tries to stumble out of the car slamming on the brake.

 

“Not so fast.” I said as he starts to scream. I hold onto his crushed hand as the car started to fill with blood's sweet scent and I put my mouth on the old man’s neck, starting to have my feast. It was a pleasant surprise though his blood was tinted with traces of drugs. I drank as fast as I can and pulled the other man from his front seat. He put a weak fight which was no match for a vampire. Vampire surpasses the strength of human by a huge milestone. It’s laughable to even compare. I wiped my mouth from the back of my hand. Good thing I twist his neck. The less mess the better. There was no spec of blood on my clothes just how i like it.

 

He should be grateful I let him easy, he just grates on my nerve when he ripped my shirt. I disposed them off on the nearest ground several feet deep the ground level.

 

I gave a satisfied grunt as I think about the people I saved from their terror. That’s my job. Though I don’t do living breathing humans. I kill others like me. The deal walkers. All sorts of them who had done some crime. Though, good deeds does pay off. I didn't feel a speck of regret as I got in the car and drove off.

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Publication Date: 05-23-2018

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