The Black Saint is My StalkerCh131 - One personally recommended

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Cyrus S. Morgan’s office was rather strange, for it was both spotlessly pristine but also homely in atmosphere. LYm0sj

The room was not too large and featured tall bookshelves with plenty of succulents that sat between the rows of books. The large, cushioned mustard couch in Cyrus’s office was a touch ugly but also rather welcoming. He had a strange owl-shaped clock that hung behind the desk with an unnaturally loud tick. But Han Li supposed it had charm, albeit a weird one.

Cyrus was a slender man, with fox-like eyes, colored hazelnut. His midnight hair fell just under his chin. And while there were slight signs of age around his eyes and lips, Cyrus was undoubtedly elegant, beautiful even.

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There was one of those new-age oil diffusers that sat on his cherry oak desk. It smelled a bit like sea salt, Han Li noted, with a sweet undertone. Maybe caramel? He sat back against that soft mustard couch. Han Li always felt strange in Cyrus’s office, as though he might be floating or something. Or maybe it was anxiety, praying that he will get that green stamp on his mental health bill, allowing him to get back to the field and onto the next hunt.

Cyrus S. Morgan was Han Li’s therapist, a very expensive one at that. One personally recommended to him by John Right and boasting exceptional experience with non-humans. pIytLR

“I’m very worried about you, Li.” Cyrus reached up to adjust his glasses. The smile that he wore was almost hesitant, full of concern and warmth. “Your mission engagement rate is alarmingly high.”

“Mr. Morgan, I—“

“Li,” Cyrus chided, like a mother would her child, “I hope that you’re aware I also have access to your medical files. The last report post-Frederick Cooper showed a high amount of miasma concentration in your body. Are you sure you’re not pushing yourself too much?”

“…” A strange dizziness was upon him. Han Li frowned and cradled his head. It usually wasn’t so difficult to convince Cyrus that he was well enough for the field. “I might have used my third eye.”

A slow smile appeared on Cyrus’s face. “Admittance is the first step. Well done, Li.”

“…Right.” Han Li swallowed. “But I don’t feel different or anything because of it…”

“Is that so?” Cyrus’s voice was velvet-smooth and reminded Han Li of a chiming bell. “I see…that’s a good sign, Li. I have confidence in your self-control.”

Han Li’s heart brimmed with something like pride, but the emotion wasn’t enough to cut through the strange nausea that plagued him. He smirked a little, hiding his ailments well. Han Li crossed his legs and folded his arms on top of his thighs, fingers interwoven. “Naturally. I’d like to think I’m pretty good at it.” Self-control had become his specialty, Han Li believed. DgYAlq

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“Hmm. I have no doubt in you.” Cyrus hummed and nodded. “But that does not mean you shouldn’t allow yourself to relax once in a while.”

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Han Li nodded and hoped that his movements weren’t too stiff. “Yeah, to unwind and stuff.” He rolled his shoulders and smiled. “Even I need a good vacation once in a while.” pwbUtJ

“Ah, yes. I’m happy to see you practicing self-care.”

“Then…” Han Li blinked, inwardly hopeful.

“Go see your friends, Li.” Cyrus hummed as he plucked his tablet to open up some unknown file on it. “Once you’re rested, let’s go for another medical and assess your mental health at the quickest convenience, just how you like it, I’m sure.” He winked, no stranger to Han Li’s impatience.

“…Right.” Han Li hid his grimace with a smile. Not exactly the result he wanted but pushing might only lead to further delays. “Thanks, Mr. Morgan.” m71wol

“No need to thank me, Li. I’m just glad that you’re taking care of yourself.”

Han Li ignored any flickers of guilt in his heart. He smiled and made his leave. With grit teeth and simmering frustration, Han Li did what he had to. He sent a message to Simone, the first one he’d sent in months.

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Franz Von Hatzfeld, the busy man (or vampire?) that he was, stalked the nights amid New Lidway’s busy streets. He had an appointment with a certain socialite, who also happened to have one hand dipped in human politics and the others in…trafficking of the illegal sorts. jbTmnP

Not Franz’s favorite person to deal with, but such liaisons were part of his job as the faithful Megtorlas servant.

However, he was a bit early, his prior cleanup job had finished precisely 49 minutes and 31 seconds earlier than he intended, which gave him a rare instance of free time.

Not enough time to truly get anything substantial done, but also too long to remain idle.

And thus Franz found a quiet bar hidden deep within the corner of a little alleyway. There was only a single bartender who knew what Franz meant when he asked for a Bloody Mary, extra bloody. xbUvjZ

The bar was small, quaint, played tasteful jazz, and boasted a dim warm glow. It was a perfect temporary getaway from the bustling noise outside, that persisted even during the night.

Franz found a corner for himself. Seated on a cozy couch, he pulled out his tablet and phone, checking emails and overlooking various paperwork that should have been his master’s to check.

He barely had enough time to check even a single email before he felt a presence approach.

A sweet scent assaulted him immediately, while a fleeting thought occurred. How hadn’t he noticed earlier? Slowly, he looked up, catching sight of a tall, slender woman. She was so thin that she was without any womanly shape. Her pale skin was painted with delicate makeup, just enough to enhance her natural beauty. Long raven hair spilled over her shoulders and draped atop her deep blue dress. But what was most striking about her were her eyes and the bright sapphire glow they seemed to behold. juzhrE

She batted her lashes coquettishly and her voice was thick, a little hoarse but extremely pleasant to the ear. “Are you alone, mister?”

“…I am busy,” Franz replied. But that did not stop the woman from sliding over to sit next to him. Their thighs touched and it seemed to burn his skin.

Something was wrong, but Franz’s thoughts were made sluggish.

Is she a higher being? He thought wildly. v8a5sy

But she did not seem like a noble blood. Whatever she was, she hid her nature expertly, which only served to alarm him more. His adrenalin fought with whatever it was that she poisoned him with.

Franz stilled. He cautiously hid his suspicions. “I…have an appointment to get to, unfortunately. Is there something that you need of me, madam?”

The woman’s smile turned wry. “Madam? I don’t look that old, do I? Ah…never mind. Say, what is your name, handsome mister? My name is Sally.”

He returned her smile, keeping his expression easy. But Franz was already slowly packing away his tablet and tucking his phone away in his pocket. “My name is…nothing of importance, miss.” When he stood, Franz was assaulted by a thick wave of nausea. He feigned wellness and added quickly. “I must return to my master.” P34XgS

“Your master?” She tilted her dainty neck, so thin that her jugular seemed to bulge out of the skin. “Did you not say that you had an appointment to see to?”

“With my master,” Franz added with a lie. “I must go. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sally.”

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“The pleasure is mine,” Sally giggled. But by then, Franz was already backing away, leaving the bar in a hurry. He did not even notice that the bartender was no longer present at his station, he only needed to get out, before he accidentally blood phased through the walls. And he was so affected by whatever ailment that he was, he could not catch the last bits of Sally’s farewell.

“Goodbye, handsome corrupted blood. I do hope that we will see each other again.” dOPBRZ

Franz did not make it to his appointment that night. He honestly did not even recall how he returned home, curled up on the bed, lights dim. He spent the past hour scratching deep welts into his neck, unimaginably parched. Unimaginably hot.

The door swung open violently. But not even the familiar aroma of his master’s blood was enough to bring him back to his senses.

Iszak loomed over him. When Franz tried to peel his eyes open, he saw his master’s ruby third eye glaring down at him. But his vision was blurred, his breathing ragged and he could not make out the severe expression on Iszak’s face.

“M-master?” OqKFAQ

“You were marked,” Iszak snapped. His pale fingers circled around Franz’s hand, forcefully pulling them away from his neck, which was painted with deep bloody scratch marks. “Who did this to you? Tell me, Franz Von Hatzfeld.”

Franz’s body convulsed, back arching from the sudden jolt of compulsion that ripped through his spine. He blinked rapidly, tears gathering in his eyes. A blood servant like himself could not disobey a command from his master. But he had no answer to give. His mind was blurry and confused. “A woman. Raven, her eyes were…”

“Her eyes…?” Iszak frowned, uncertain of his servant’s answer.

“Her eyes…they were lovely… Beautiful.” U5baS4

“…” Iszak turned silent. He placed his palm over Franz’s face. “Sleep.”

Franz was thus compelled to sleep.

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