The Fallen Vampire

Chapter 71  Night Hunt

71  Night Hunt

"Thank you kindly for visiting, folks! Hope to see you again at our next auction!"

Theodore Varken excitedly waived away the attending members of the latest auction event.

Once most were gone, he quickly waddled back stage and marveled at today's earnings.

Waiting for him neatly piled atop a wooden table were several dozen pouches of coins; all of which had been earned within a few hours.

No matter how much money the auctioneer made; the sight of more of it never failed to make him as happy as a pig in shit.

He yelled at a few of the guards he had stationed nearby and had them take all of his acquired funds and load it into a carriage around back.

Once everything was packed away, he also pulled his bulbous body into the carriage and the coachman started on the journey towards his mansion on the northern side of town.

A short ride later, Theodore stepped down from the carriage and let out a relieved sigh.

He walked past his expertly landscaped garden in the front of his yard and the rows of hired guards stationed outside his home.

Throwing open his front door, he was greeted with the much more likeable sight of twelve maids all bowing their heads and waiting for him.

A lecherous smile formed on his face, and he went about his usual nightly routine.

He watched all of his money get brought inside as he groped the chests of two of his maids.

Then, he ate a full course dinner as he consistently ran his hands up their already short dresses.

Next, he demanded to be bathed by a few of the girls before he pulled the first two that he could handle into his room.

Fifteen minutes later, he was pushing the girls out of his bed forcefully as he prepared to go to sleep for the night.

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought that he smelled the fragrant scent of tea wafting into his nostrils.

'Is that chamomile…? It's nice…'

Just as Theodore was about to fall asleep, he felt a gust of wind blow through his room that woke him up completely.

'Those wenches, I thought I told them to close my window…!'

Sitting up on the bed, Theodore found that the stained glass windows within his room were indeed hanging open.

But more importantly, there was a stranger sitting right on his open windowsill; drinking a cup of tea with his eyes closed as if he were totally relaxed.

Theodore had never seen a fallen like this man.

He was too attractive for it to be considered fair, and even though he thought himself to be an attractive person himself, he had to admit his inferiority.

This man had rich and inviting brown skin, paired with waist length silver hair that framed his face's sharp features perfectly.

He wore an open black kimono that exposed his lean and muscular chest and dark baggy pants tied with a burgundy cloth.

His clawed feet were consistently tapping on the wooden floor beneath them, and yet he made no sound at all.

It was as if he were an illusion that wasn't actually real.

The only way that Theodore knew that not to be the case, was due to the smell of the tea he was drinking; as it was the only thing in the room that felt out of place.

He had begun to get the impression that he had seen this man somewhere before, and yet the eight fluffy tails and fluffy ears atop his head were surely a new sighting for him.

"Who are you?! What in the blazes are you doing in my chambers?!"

"…"

Infuriated when he received no answer, Theodore wrapped himself in a blanket as he stepped out of bed.

"GUARDS!! THERE IS AN INTRUDER, GET IN HERE!!"

The boar-kin waited and waited, but there was no sign of the guards he paid a fortune to.

"Ingrates! Why aren't they-"

"They're busy I'm afraid."

"Busy?!"

Every night when Theodore goes to bed, the guards outside take the maids down to the wine cellar, and they all pass each other around until they're satisfied.

It was one of the only privileges that came with working for such a lecherous man.

They stuck to their routine so fervently that the intruder was able to breeze through the kitchen and make himself tea as if he were right at home.

"Just know that right now, your screaming is no louder than theirs."

Finally, Theodore Varken froze as he recognized that strangely deep yet harmonious voices that seemed not to fit his figure.

He turned around and pointed a trembling sausage-like finger directly at the intruder sitting on the windowsill.

"Y-You…! Mr. Indra?!"

The man sitting on the windowsill crinkled his brow into a frown; showing the first traces of emotion ever since he'd arrived.

"No… not quite, pig."

"What is the meaning of-"

"Yasuke."

Before the auctioneer knew what was happening, his body was ensnared by a golden chain and hoisted into the air like a hog over an open flame.

The bright red blade of an unusually large sickle hung right below his fat neck; coming dangerously close to lopping off his head.

"A-A soul weapon?! I-I can assure you, there is no need for this barbarism-"

*agitated humming* (Do not speak unless master asks.)

"Y-You have a weapon spirit?! How can you possibly-"

*increasingly upset humming.* (Last warning.)

"W-What… what is it trying to- GYYYAAAAA!!!!"

Tired of repeating itself, Yasuke used the dagger at the other end of it's body to stab Theodore directly in his left butt cheek.

Just so that he couldn't wail in pain; the weapon then tightened his chains around his neck, cutting off any more unsavory noises.

Taira finally finished the last of his tea and stood up from the windowsill.

The moonlight from above rained down on the back of the intruder as he came to stand in front of the restrained pig man.

He finally opened his red eyes and stared coldly into the face of his captive.

"Lessen your grip. He's starting to turn purple."

*dissatisfied humming* (is purple not your favorite color, master? I was only doing this for you…)

"It is, and your devotion is appreciated, but we need him to be able to breathe if we're to get any answers."

Yasuke seemed to understand and loosened his grip upon the boarkin's neck.

He coughed as he took in as many deep mouthfuls of air as his body could hold.

"P-Please… I-I can give you as much money and jewels as you require, just please do not kill-"

"I've been following you carefully for a week now. I know what time you sleep, wake up, eat, shit, screw, and work.

I've paid close attention to your habits, known associates, and even gone to visit your parents on a few brief occasions…"

"Y-You couldn't have..!" Theodore exclaimed in horror.

He had men stationed around him at every hour of the day, specifically to look out for things such as spies, and they are all in the overlord and beast realm.

Even if this intruder were able to slip past them on one occasion, someone surely should have caught him at some point!

That he had gone undetected for a week had to be a complete fabrication!

"I watched you and everyone around you very closely, and yet I was still never able to catch wind of those humans that Aveena spoke of…"

At that moment, Theodore's heart nearly leapt out of his throat as he had a horrifying realization.

'T-That woman… she lived?!'

"I don't particularly care for her, but I understand the despair and hatred that she showed me that day. I know better than to think she was lying after putting on a show like that…"

Taira grabbed the boarkin by one of his overgrown tusks, and pulled him so that the two were eye to eye.

"I promised the little wolf seven days, so time is up and I have to bring her some results. So tell me, traitor…"

A snarl escaped Taira's lips as his gleaming white fangs flashed within the dark room.

"Where are you hiding the humans you've brought into these lands? Answer quickly now, I'm already out of patience..!"

I’m back! sorry bout the sudden days away. at first I was just really tired but then I woke up the next morning and I was really sick