Conquering His Cold Heart

128 Mindless Monster

After Zenon left the room, Caspian stared at the pile of papers for quite a while.

Just like Anastasia, he also had been so used to his wife’s presence that he couldn’t help but miss her, especially after spending a romantic night with her yesterday.

He recalled how she had asked to have a baby. His heart warmed up on its own and a soft smile formed on his lips.

He suddenly covered his mouth with his palm and screamed in his mind, ‘Ahhh... Why is she so cute? She always says the most unexpected things to me and makes me feel something funny in my stomach.’

Instead of focusing on his work, he kept on thinking about his wife and getting distracted.

He didn’t even realize it when Vincent entered the room. He was lost in his own fantasy land. He abruptly woke up from his daydream when Vincent called him out.

“Whoa! Do you even know how to smile? Why is this the first time I am seeing you smiling like this? That also when you are alone?” Vincent pretended to get goosebumps and teasingly said, “Ugh! You are giving me chills. Stop creeping me out.”

Caspian picked up a thick book that was on his desk and instantly threw it at Vincent.

Vincent caught it with ease and threw it back on the desk.

.....

Caspian rolled his eyes at Vincent and rudely shouted, “Stop coming into my study uninvited and ruining my mood.”

Vincent gave a teasing smile and flicked his brows at Caspian. “Ruining your mood, huh? What were you thinking about? What made you smile so creepily?”

Caspian looked daggers at Vincent and asked rather threateningly, “Do you want me to punish you for losing that werewolf girl? I still haven’t punished you, remember?”

Vincent quietly turned on his heels and headed for the door... at an irritatingly slow pace while dragging his shoes on the floor.

Caspian grabbed his hair in irritation and asked angrily, “Vincent, if you don’t want to leave, you may sit down. You don’t have to be so overdramatic.”

Vincent grinned and immediately hopped towards the sofa. He then comfortably lay down as if it was his bed.

Caspian sighed and shook his head. And he finally took one of the files from the pile and started to look into it.

However, his heart kept on lingering on his wife and the events of yesterday.

‘Why do the colors of my eyes keep on changing these days? Could what Anastasia said about it be true? Does our eye color change when we... when we indulge ourselves in sexual pleasure?’

He raised his eyes from the file to look at what Vincent was doing. He found Vincent looking at him and smiling.

“Vincent, can I ask you a question? It’s somewhat personal so...’

Without even hearing the question first, Vincent excitedly agreed. “Ask me, what is it? I won’t tell anyone, not even Zenon.”

“Um...” Caspian thought for a while regarding how he was going to ask such things. After a while, he started off by asking vaguely, “Have you ever heard of vampires whose eye colors can change?”

“Our eye color can change?” Vincent skeptically questioned Caspian back instead of answering him.

Caspian now seemed a bit concerned for himself. And he vaguely said again, “Yeah, I heard that it can change into grey.”

“Pfff...” Vincent furrowed his brows and scolded Caspian, “Who told you such a stupid thing? And why are you believing such an absurd thing? We all know very well that our eyes are red, it may vary how deep or light that red is, but it’s red nonetheless.”

Caspian ran his fingers through his blond hair in frustration and spilled it out, “Well, I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes!”

Vincent sat up straight and gave a questioning glance at Caspian. “You saw a vampire with grey eyes?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Me!”

“What? H-How? How is that even possible? Are you sure you saw it right?”

Caspian abruptly got up from his seat and slammed his fists on the table. “Of course, I saw it right! Else why would I bother asking all this to you?”

“Wow! Uh...” Vincent didn’t know what to say because that was something he hadn’t expected. He stared at Caspian, who was now pacing back and forth. He focused especially on his eyes. And after a while, he asked, “Then... can you show me? Your grey eyes?”

Caspian stopped pacing and glanced at the open door of his study. He shot his arm in the air with great force and the huge doors slammed shut on their own.

Vincent was startled by that sudden action of his friend. He gave a nervous laugh and mumbled, “I keep forgetting that you can do that.”

He was nervous because he thought that he might have asked something that angered his friend greatly. And he was afraid that Caspian was going to do something to him.

However, unlike what he had imagined, Caspian calmly came and sat beside him on the sofa.

And he said in a low voice, “I cannot show you my grey eyes. I don’t think I have control over it. It just happens when... Er...” He took a deep breath and mumbled while looking down at his palms, “It happens when I... try to get... umm... when I try to get... you know...”

“Er... no, I don’t,” Vincent whispered back in a clueless manner.

Caspian looked into Vincent’s crimson eyes and blurted out, “It happens when I try to get intimate with my wife. And when that happens, I lose my control almost all the time.”

“Lose control as in?” Vincent asked with a deep frown between his brows.

Caspian pushed the strands of his stray hair away from his forehead and replied with guilt in his eyes, “I want to feed on my wife when my eyes turn grey.”

Vincent, however, didn’t understand the depth of it. So he simply replied, “Isn’t it normal though? She is a human after all. I had always wondered how you manage to share the same bedroom with her without wanting to feed on her. But I guess-”

“No, Vince... What I feel isn’t the normal thirst we feel when we are near humans.” Caspian looked restless when he recalled how bad that thirst was.

All of his pent-up emotions came bubbling up, it was clearly visible on his face how much he hated it. “That urge I feel is paralyzing... and sometimes I don’t even have control over my mind. All I see is her veins and all I hear is her blood coursing through them. I fear that I will end up hurting her... or even killing her in my blindness.”

Caspian looked like he was going to break down when he pleaded, “That is why I wanted to know if you’ve experienced something similar. I want to know what the hell is wrong with me!”

But Vincent didn’t have an answer. “I... Umm... I’m not sure, Caspian. I have never spent time with a human. So... I can’t say for sure.”

Caspian looked at Vincent with eyes full of tears and asked in a pained whisper, “What if I am turning into a mindless blood-sucking monster? What if I do something to her by accident?”

Vincent felt pity towards his friend for probably the second time in his life. He had seen Caspian this vulnerable when he had lost his only family member. He could understand what his friend was going through right now. He understood that Caspian didn’t want to lose his new family member and was greatly troubled by it.

“Hey...” Vincent pulled his friend for a comforting hug. He gently stroked Caspian’s back and consoled him, “I will try to find the answer, alright? And don’t say such stupid things. Nobody’s turning into a monster. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Caspian rested his forehead on Vincent’s shoulder. And when he closed his eyes, a single drop of tear fell down on his lap.