Blood poisoning

In a different city in the state of Transylvania. A young man sat in a VIP room of a restaurant accompanied by three other gentlemen. The room held a sort gloomy atmosphere as the dark blue bulb shone faintly. There is subtle conversation going on between them. After a while, the door is flung open and different dishes are brought into the room lined in a platter.

Edward glances at the watch on his wrist and straightens his suit jacket with a gentlemanly smile played on his lips.He picks up his cutlery like the rest and takes a bite from the dish in front of him purposely letting out a moan as he chewed and swallowed.

"It seems Signor Edward is very much affiliated with the taste of the dishes!"

Edward nods and once again showcases his signature smile then focuses on the meal as he takes another bite from it.

After the main courses had been eaten, the deserts were served. All this while, Edward maintains a calm composure and smiles along with them, not not eating too fast and not also eating too slow. Occasionally, he chucks down the wine in the glass and dabs his mouth with a napkin before placing it down on the table.

When the very torturous diner had finally come to an end.Edward bites hi cheeks and offers them a warm farewell as they stood outside the restaurant before quickly get ting into the car that had been open and urges the driver to hurry back to his hotel suite.

"fucked witches!"

He curses and immediately pulls out his phone and puts a call to his accompanying Doctor urging him to hurry over to his suite. When the call ended, he closes his eyes and leans back on the seat of the car as he tried to suppress the urge to bare his fangs.He never loosed his composure and today was going to be his first and last.

The Elders had received information that the witches had begun grouping ik n the west. The information received stated that they made use of business organizations as a cover for their dirty dealings.Their family company had grown a lot in the current years and was fast expanding to the west.To verify the information for the Elders and to prevent the witches from infiltrating it, Edward had being in the west for some months now, while his father based in the capital city in Transylvania overseeing the growth of the branch there.For the exception of last month when Elaine Withheld had them halt the work and rush back as Tricia had been missing.

As the car pulled to a stop in front of the six stars hotel.The door is held open and Edward steps out almost missing his steps as he places his hand on a bodyguard for support. He closes his eyes and inhales then opens it, letting go his support and taking slow steps into the hotel.

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Edward lays on the bed in the suite with lines connected to his left hand. He had already received five types of vaccines earlier on according to the doctors prescription.The Doctor, a brown haired man in his early thirties or what it seemed on the surface, sat in a couch in the suite reading the reports of the blood test in his hand.

"Mr withheald!"

Edward who was in the least mood to open his eyes nor speak with anyone just blurted with out.

"Just read the reports Dr Swidler!"

The Doctor adjusted his glasses and read in a very bored tone.

"What you ingested in the food is an element known as 'Dead worm' which is found in the substance recently produced by the witches.Once ingested into the system of a vampire, it reacts with the blood and produces an overreacting system that pushes your innate NB nature to suffice.

Edward suddenly opens his eyes to showcase the red colour that were fighting for dominance with the black. Dr Emery swirdler looks up from the reports and glances at him.

"Looks like the vaccine coudn't hold it down. We should only hope for the ones in the stop to counteract them!"

He paused his lips like he was in anticipation for the drugs to take effort, but in reality, his lips curled and a mocking smirk hung at the edge of his lips causing Edward to glare at him.

"If I were you, I will stay in this fucked suite till there's Assurance in possibility of the antidote. Unless you want to start a cross race with the witches considering your red eyes!"

He muttered the last part under his breath, but of course, Edward still caught on to it.

"Were those all reports the reports Dr Swirdler ?"

He blurts in annoyance and regrets why he couldn't move his body because Dr Swirdler would have been quiet reading the reports by now.

"Of course not!"

He pretends to adjust the glasses again.

"What you ingested from the drink was a very different substance _,"

He glances up and looks at Edward who's gaze was,fiercely pierced on him then deliberately draws the words.

"For which we don't know the name yet!"

Edward wanted to snap at him but knew a lot of self restraint and just glared at him."That is what probably trigged you!"

This time he smiles widely showcasing his well spaced dentition.

"So that's it!"

Edward mutters to himself.

Edward had always looked and behaved normal in Evey aspect.A person looking,at his physical characteristics would never guess him to belong to the specie of the night creatures. He could mix and flow very well in all occasions which always lifted him above any suspicions, except he decided to show his fangs.

On the other hand, Edward got along well with Dr Emert because he was their mothers younger brother and often got pissed with Edward's overly calm and unsuspecting system.Unlike him who had a very un concealable ione that could react with a the slightest trigger.Later on, he added the glasses which he claimed were to aid in disguising and to make him look more of a surgeon.

It was a known to everyone of Emert's wish to see Edward's system one day flop naturally or triggered. And also to annoy him, Edward decided to never address him as uncle, but Dr Swirdler using his family name.Right now, I seemed like his wish had been fulfilled and be wouldn't miss a chance to rub it on Edward's face.

"Next time , don't go boldly drinking everything the witches offer you because you think you have an original system!"

Emert taunts with his grin still wisely displayed but Edward ignores him and closes his eyes causing him to chuckle.

"Don't worry dear nephew!, you only have to hang in there for for a few days till we discover the substance and find the cure for it!"

Although he was well aware that part of the reason why Edward consumed those substances was so that they could have an idea about them and try to find the cure so they could counteract the witches when they tried to spread it.Emert would chose to taunt Edward so he could relish some satisfaction from his wounded ego.but it seemed like Edward was not ready yo give him any.

Gathering the reports, he rises to his feet a d throws one last glance at Edward who was quietly lying on the bed.

"Should I leave the reports here or send them to your father?"

"Send them to him!"

He replies without bothering to open his eyes .

"Have a nice stay here Edward!"

Emert mocks and heads for the door with his briefcase when Edward halts him with another question

"How long am I supposed to leave this things on?".

He turns around with another visible smirk on his face.

"As long a you wish, but mind you, at least half of the poison should be out of your system!"

Giving him a parting salute, he finally walks out of the room as Edward's eyes closes back.