Conquering His Cold Heart

214 Bait

Hamilton didn’t still completely believe Vincent. However, he let Vincent step outside the stall and use the tap.

After splashing cold water on his face, Vincent indeed looked refreshed.

Seeing that, Hamilton asked, “So, are you ready to go back then?”

Vincent, however, lightly pressed his palm over his stomach and replied, “I’m feeling a little hungry. I will go and see my blood servant first.”

—

‘Hmm... As expected. The vampire is finally hungry, huh!’

What Vincent and Hamilton didn’t realize while they were talking was that a werewolf was standing close by and was listening to their conversation. Both of their smelling senses had been numbed to the scent of werewolves by now. And they couldn’t tell that there was a werewolf nearby.

The werewolf was none other than Romulus.

An amused smirk appeared on his lips when he heard Vincent announcing that he was hungry. ‘I was sad thinking that I would be deprived of the vampire drama when only one of them sipped that wine. But I guess, one will also suffice for today.’

.....

His plotting mind immediately began to work. He narrowed his eyes and made plans in his head, ‘If he will head for his waiting area then...’ He looked behind him and smiled, ‘That’s where I need to go.’

—

“Hungry? Are you sure that’s the only thing you are feeling at the moment?” Hamilton looked at Vincent suspiciously, thinking he was hiding how he was feeling for real.

Vincent was now a little agitated by the same question that Hamilton had been asking him for a while now. “Oh, good lord! Yes! I am just hungry and nothing more. Will you stop asking me questions now? Because I am hungry and I might as well bite you if you keep on irritating me.”

Hamilton didn’t mind that sudden outburst from Vincent. He was simply glad that Vincent still had the energy to shout at him.

So, he smirked and then patted Vincent on his shoulder. “Okay, buddy. See you in a while then. Don’t take a lot of time though. Else I might come looking for you again.”

Vincent took a deep breath and replied in a calmer voice, “I won’t be long. See you in a while.”

After that, Hamilton walked out of the bathroom and headed for the hall.

Vincent, on the other hand, headed in the opposite direction. He was going to find his blood servant and ask him to draw half a cup of fresh blood for him.

‘I hope half a cup will suffice for now,’ Vincent thought to himself as he strode towards the waiting room that was offered to him. However, he wasn’t quite sure if that would be enough. He was feeling extremely hungry, especially after emptying everything that was in his stomach.

—

After listening to where Vincent was going, Romulus was hastily running around to fetch bait for Vincent. A werewolf bait.

However, it was easier said than done, especially because he hadn’t preplanned it.

Initially, what Romulus had in mind was that the vampires would puke moments after drinking the wine. He had thought of two outcomes after that.

The first one was that the vampires would start to attack everyone blindly by accusing them of poisoning the wine.

And if they didn’t attack on their own, the second outcome that Romulus had in mind was that they would start to attack the others in the main ballroom after smelling his blood that he was planning to ‘accidentally’ splatter on them.

But he had to drop that plan because only one of the vampires had drunk the wine. That one vampire also looked very calm even when quite some time had passed.

However, when he was heading for the hall that he was originally supposed to be in, he heard the vampires whispering that one of them was feeling sick. So, he thought of coming up with a spontaneous plan.

He wanted to snatch someone who was loitering around, separate from their small pack. And he wanted to kill that werewolf and frame Vincent for it. But the problem was, he didn’t find a single werewolf who was by themselves at the moment. His task became even harder since the area that they were in at the moment was behind the main ballroom where not many were allowed to enter.

‘I should have arranged some baits beforehand!’ Romulus was sighing and cursing himself as he ran around the corridor in the hopes of stumbling with someone.

But to add to his misfortune, instead of stumbling upon a single werewolf, he came across a group of werewolf guards who were patrolling the area.

“May I help you with something, Alpha Romulus?” One of them bowed to him and asked because he looked a little restless.

Romulus forced a smiled and denied, “No, I was just stretching my leg.”

The guards then bowed and walked ahead of Romulus.

‘Argh! He’s already nearby!’ Romulus screamed in his head when he saw Vincent around the corner.

And in the state of confusion, he couldn’t think of anything except throwing himself as bait. He protruded the claw of his index finger and then slit his palm a bit deeper so that he wouldn’t heal before the vampire even arrived.

He frantically looked around and saw a wine glass lying on the floor. He quickly smashed it with his leg and then splattered some of his blood on the glass.

He took a deep breath and proudly thought to himself, ‘This should do the trick.’

—

When Vincent approached the place where Romulus was standing, he suddenly widened his eyes when a very sweet smell entered his nose. His feet automatically stopped on the path. He gulped hard because the blood smelled much sweeter and more enticing than what he was used to.

‘A werewolf?’ he asked himself because the aroma that he was inhaling now was similar to that of Ruby’s blood.

Vincent felt his fangs itching to extend from his jaw. He tried suppressing the urge to feed immediately.

However, his eyes restlessly looked around for the source of that aroma. All the senses in his body were screaming at him to find and feed on whatever he was smelling.