The three of them had run out of the forest and came straight to Jones' place. However the old man was nowhere to be seen, it was evident that Lydia was saved by her father. But of course that was only possible if Coulter managed to find her out in first place.
"What happened?"
Malcolm shouted from the kitchen, keeping his tone calm. Despite the utter urge to make Medusa realise that Kayden was not genuinely involved in her. He also wanted her to see through the whole Lydia's situation too. The succubus could possibly charm any man out there except for Kayden.
Since he was the master which made Kayden immune to her 'seductive abilities.' However Malcolm was a transformed incubus, being a hybrid he was drawn to Medusa as her obedient servant; since she turned him which was a natural reaction.
"Malcolm, come here. Hurry up!"
Medusa' anxious voice made him curious, he did not want to bother himself again with any work related to Kayden. He had already risked his life with the forest incident and was not ready to do it anymore. Because it was already enough that Lydia and Medusa both were involved in Kayden and were not cared by Kayden.
Malcolm rolled his eyes and opened the fridge to drink water, it was the moment when he noticed the windows were closed. Something was definitely suspicious and Malcolm was required to find out what was happening. He had no concern about Kayden's safety now that he could handle himself.
'Why did the old man close them? I clearly remember them opened at day times ever since we arrived.'
Malcolm walked towards the kitchen window and as soon as he opened it ajar, a strong stench intoxicated his senses. He was a hybrid and a creature who could control the air as his base element. His hunch was proven right after he analyzed the surroundings.
'This smell! Oh my fucking goodness, what is this?'
The light breeze amplified the stench of Mr Jones' blood, which had a partially dark element in it. But something else was there too which triggered his senses. However Malcolm was unable to comprehend anything, his fangs grew longer with pitch black eyes.
It was significant that Jones was dead or why else the blood stench was in the air. Malcolm was unaware just like Kayden that his father had died. Now that they all had reached home it would not take long for them to figure out the truth.
His grip tightened around the glass and it shattered in the pieces, Malcolm's palm was cut and he began to bleed. But his wound healed in seconds as he plunged towards the dead body with an uncontrollable thirst.
'I have...I want to drink this...taste.'
He dashed towards the lounge using his speed, his silhouette appeared as an unseen flash of wind. On the other hand Medusa was still occupied with Kayden, while tending to him she could not sense any aura.
The succubus was undergoing through different emotions, which caused a high fluctuation of her powers. Her worries increased constantly considering that Kayden was not responding at all.
Medusa knelt nearby him and kept on calling Kayden, whereas his body was still radiating the same chilly sparks. She tried to figure out what was that, even attempted a healing spell but the vegetative frozen state did not elevate.
"This isn't working, I am unable to reach master's mental sphere. I can't approach him, because whatever this spell is; can only be broken from inside."
She tried to interact with Kayden using her telepathic powers, but there was something which blocked the intervention. Perhaps either Kayden or the bright chilling dragon was responsible for it.
Whereas Medusa was still figuring out the stuff with Kayden, Malcolm followed the intoxicating scent and reached the lounge.
'What...oh my goodness! How did this even happen?'
He took a few steps closer hurriedly in fright, Mr Jones was a strong vampire if not a potential sage. Hence his dead body was no less than a shock for him, Malcolm had sensed the old man's prowess which made him wonder how he got killed.
The whole lounge was covered with a strange aura which only attracted Malcolm. However, Medusa was a pure blood and could not sense it. The continued confusion of Malcolm clouded his mind that he neglected the obvious lurking dangers.
'Who could even kill him? Is it because of that squad?'
He scurried towards him and knelt on one knee, his heterochromic eyes studied his peaceful face carefully. Malcolm immediately comprehended that he intentionally sacrificed himself.
'No! This is a trap, he did it to warn us.'
The incubus servant grasped the whole situation and the immaculate situation of the house aided to his theory. He lifted his hand and poked on the wound in the middle of Mr Jones' head.
Malcolm' urge to taste his blood had increased, he licked his finger and felt a sharp gush of emotions ran through his body. His heart began to pound faster and vision got blurry for a few seconds.
The desire grew stronger which he tried to resist harder, but ended up digging his fangs into the corpse. He sucked a bit of blood when a bitter sensation caused him to stop and spit.
"Gahh! What is this?"
His fangs shrank back to normal and he was brought to the senses imminently, which was quite peculiar reaction to drinking blood. However what caused it was still a mystery, but it partially scared him for the results.
'Did I just lose my powers? No, no it can't be happening.'
He panicked and shot up from the floor when he spotted that the body had started to decay. Within a few seconds the corpse was reduced into ashes, which frightened him and he dashed towards Medusa.
For the first time in his life Malcolm had feared something that his running footsteps were not dignified. A deeply rooted guilt had engulfed his heart, due to his one big mistake of biting the corpse snatched the last chance from Kayden to see his father.
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