THE HERO'S SON IS A MONSTER-Chapter 91: Killing gaze

I turned to the window and took a deep breath.

"NEIGHBOR!!! NEIGHBOR, HELP !!! A VAMPIRE, THERE IS A VAMPIRE IN MY ROOM !!! HELP !!!"

"Eh?! Wait, don’t do that! He will find out that-"

"NEIGHBOR !!!"

All of a sudden, the vampire girl grabbed me and pulled me into my room, "STOP !!! DON’T BE STUPID !!! AND YOUR FUTURE VICTIMS !!! YOU PLAN TO STOP EVERYTHING WITH ME, JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN’T KILL ME ?!! WHAT A LACK OF AMBITION !!!"

Me, I clung to the window at the risk of falling into the void, "LET ME GO !!! LET ME GO !!! HELP !!!"

"WAIT !!!"

"WAIT WHAT ?!! LEAVE ME ALONE !!! AAAAAAHHHH !!!"

"DON’T SCREAM !!!"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH !!!"

"NOOOOOO !!! STOP !!! AND MY AUTOGRAPH THEN ?!! FOR ONCE I HAVE THE CHANCE TO MEET A SERIAL KILLER !!!" she seemed to be on the verge of tears. Honestly, at this point, she scared me for totally different reasons.

"LET ME GO, YOU DIRTY VAMPIRE !!!"

Which she did.

"... Oops?" she said. There was no malice in her tone, I think she really let me go under the influence of confusion. Still, I was pulling with all my strength on the window frame, so if she let me go ... Ah, inertia our friend ...

I didn’t have a lock on the window of my room so very quickly I saw the grass of my garden approaching. The angle was unbeatable. Live from "I’m going to break my neck, huh?"

When you see yourself dying, I don’t think you really see your life flash before your eyes. At least I hope so, it would be pretty boring in my case. On the other hand, at that moment, the irony of what came back to my memory almost made me laugh. I was going to break that neck that I wanted so much to protect from a vampire. As my cousin liked to say, "Bad luck is more than death."

I always thought that it didn’t make sense as an expression, but I admit that with my luck, I can understand.

*thud*

And so ends the life of Dawn Riftwalker.

... Or so she thought.

I don’t know what happened, but I found myself in the arms of this vampire. How do they say it? She held me like a princess without any difficulty as if I was as light as a feather.

"Uwah ... That was close ..." she said, seeming tired. "Are you okay? Not too shaken?"

I couldn’t answer.

The sun was setting and her pale face was bathed in its orange light. I learned two things that night; first, the sunlight didn’t seem to bother her; second, she had really beautiful eyes.

"... Could you stop looking at me like that?" she asked, avoiding my gaze. "It ... It makes me wet ..."

"... huh?"

Wet, wet, WET ?!!

"WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT !!! WET ?!! LIKE— YOU MEAN—"

"Sweat."

"... Sweat?"

"Sweat! I’m quite shy contrary to appearances! When someone stares at me, I start to sweat profusely. So, could you please avoid gawking for too long? Please?"

"... Huh?"

"Huh?"

Huh???

"Hm? Could it be that you interpreted my words the wrong way?"

That was the case, but ... what was the wrong way? I had a doubt, but if she didn’t imply anything strange then it was me who was ...

"Oh? Red all of a sudden? Embarrassed? Why is that? Why is that?! Tell me everything!"

"... Let me go."

"Hm?"

"LET ME GO, YOU DIRTY VAMPIRE !!!"

"NOT AGAIN!!!"

And I started to struggle again and she held me as best she could.

"STOP !!! IT’S DANGEROUS !!! I AM TELLING YOU IT’S DANGEROUS !!! STOP !!!"

"LET ME GO !!! LET ME GO YOU IDIOT !!!"

"AAAARGHH !!! NO CHOICE !!! YOU DON’T LEAVE ME ANY CHOICE !!!" She grabbed the back of my head and brought her face closer to mine, "Excuse me, but this is an emergency."

And without another word, she pressed her lips against mine.

"Mmmnnf ???"

And if she had only done that. Quickly, I felt her put her tongue inside my mouth. She infiltrated everywhere. It was as if she wanted to totally imbue me with her being. I could barely breathe.

At first, of course, I tried to push her away. To begin with, I’m not really interested in girls that way. Plus, she had kissed me without warning so I guess that counts as an assault even if we omitted the very intrusive behavior of her, um, technique. But after a few seconds, it was as if all my strength left me. If I had to compare, I would say it was as if she had - and I really hate the fact that this is the only term that comes to me - tamed me. I let her do it without really understanding why. In fact, it was even ... pleasant?

Finally, she gently parted her lips from mine.

"So? Calmed down?" she asked me. I could still feel her breath on my face; it was warm. Strange for an undead, I thought.

"Hm? Miss serial killer?"

"...eh?"

"You seem absent." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Y-Yes ..."

"Request. Can I have your autograph now?"

"... yes..."

There is that one song from the 80s about a woman with revolver eyes. The man in it describes how he fell in love with a woman with just one look from her.

She has the killing gaze, he said.

She shot first, he said.

And with that single shot, he was doomed. Quite a poetic way to describe what I would just call love at first sight.

The girl I met may have had a killing gaze, but I shot first. Yet, somehow, I still felt as if I was doomed.

The name is Dawn Riftwalker. First-year student at Eve’s Anathema and this is the story of my daily life with a certain vampire girl.

2. About The Vampire Hour

03h33.

If my memory is correct, we talk about this time as ~THE DEVIL’S HOUR~ or something like that. It seems that all the artifacts that require a dubious ritual to work have a better chance of working at this time. It is also the most convenient time to summon demons, it seems.

Logically, it would not be surprising to meet a demonic creature at this time, like a vampire for example. It would therefore be wise to sleep with a vial of holy water or, you know ...

*gunshot *

... a revolver.

"Aaaaaahhh !!! My ... My glasses !!! What have you done ?! Don’t you know they cost a fortune ?!"

"If they are so expensive, why don’t you stop coming?! Do you enjoy getting shot?!" I said, getting up from my bed.

I pressed the switch to see more clearly this girl with a long black braid who was bleeding on the floor of my room.

The name is Dawn Riftwalker. Sixteen. First-year student at Eve’s Anathema and a bit of a twisted teenage girl. For reasons unknown, a vampire was coming into my room every night and I could do nothing about it.

"Sadness. Fortunately, I have spare glasses," she said, closing her eyes as she removed her glasses, one of whose lenses was broken, before wearing another pair coming from the pocket of her sweater. "Advice. Avoid shooting me so close. If I didn’t make any effort, your bullets would go through my skull and damage a piece of furniture or a wall! Your landlord would be happy! And then, shooting glass so close could hurt you badly too. I care about your health, you know ?!"

"So don’t watch me sleep!!! You are creepy!!! Stop!!!"

"Correction! You were not sleeping, were you? So it is not inappropriate to observe you, is it ?!"

"That’s not the problem!!!"

"Complicated. You are a complicated person."

"Get out of my room!!!"

"Anyway," she said, heading to my library. "What to read? What to read? So many choices."

As you may have noticed, she had such a great regeneration ability that despite the bullet she had taken in the eye a few minutes before, she had no visible injury. On the other hand, she spent her time dirtying my floor. I never thought I would be so used to cleaning blood stains. Contrary to what I was referring to at the beginning, she does not come specifically at the devil’s hour, but rather at 02:51 precisely. I call it "the vampire hour".

"Do you have anything to recommend to me, Miss serial killer?" she asked me, turning to me.

I then threw her a dark look, "Hey."

"Hm?"

"You know I’m innocent, right? I never killed anyone in my life."

She nodded, almost whispering, "Affirmation. Affirmation."

Her way of speaking as well as her apparent disinterest bothered me but I decided to ignore it.

"... So, if you know that, why do you keep coming? I’m not a serial killer so you have no interest in staying here, right?"

She turned to me with an interrogative gaze, "Who said that?"

"Who? Who?! I can’t believe you are asking me this!"

"You shouldn’t yell at this hour?"

"Are you asking me or are you telling me?!!"

"Strange. It is really strange. Why are you so hostile towards me? Aren’t we friends or something?"