The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 300: Stages of abnormal

"I wonder who will she pick tonight? You, her best friend for the longest time, or her other friend, Michael?"

Kenzo knitted his brows and asked, "You know Michael?"

But the answer he was expecting didn’t come. Instead, he watched Quentin lift his hand and point his fingertips at him.

"Out," Quentin whispered and, like a switch, Kenzo stopped moving altogether.

Kenzo felt like his entire body was glued to the chair, only his eyes were moving.

"Interesting," Quentin rocked his head. "You retained consciousness. No wonder I smell Turstin from you. You met him today?"

Kenzo wanted to ask what was going on or what did Quentin do to him. But alas, he couldn’t even open his mouth. All he could do was stare at him with wide, shaky eyes.

Quentin smiled subtly, staring at him as if he was simply admiring a painting. "How pitiful, isn’t it, Kenzo?"

’Pitiful? What pitiful?’ Kenzo mentally screamed, he was mentally struggling to move. He was internally panicking, but on the outside, he was just frozen. ’Quentin! Let me move! What did you put in my food?’

Was this a drug effect? How did he do it? When? Kenzo had all these sorts of things that could explain his sudden loss of motor skills. But alas, he also knew Quentin didn’t touch his food from the start until now.

"Filomena... all those lifetimes, she is either ruined by herself or by me," Quentin sighed. "What a pitiful being. Born to be destroyed yet, she kept fighting and fighting — she almost makes me cry."

At this point, Kenzo didn’t want to listen to this man. He was not interested. However, he had no choice but to hear this voice stricken with pain and sorrow.

"I’m not saying that friend you know," Quentin explained in case this was still confusing Kenzo. "I’m also not referring to that good Filomena, but the one I yearn for. The one I sought and the one I wanted to feel again."

Feel again?

Kenzo’s entire soul froze as his breath turned into short and quick gasps. ’What are you saying, Quentin?’

"You will probably not understand because you are... you," Quentin let out another shallow breath. "This dance had been going on for so long. I can’t keep dancing with only her shadow. It’s lonely."

Quentin arched a brow slightly when he saw Kenzo’s mouth move a little. He squinted, hearing the abrupt sounds Kenzo was making.

"You... are trying to speak?" as soon as those words flew out of Quentin’s mouth, he suddenly felt this painful and short pang in his chest. He clasped his chest and held the edge of the table.

Kenzo’s eyes flickered once more, sliding them to the corner when he caught a passerby. "H...e...lp."

He tried to talk, asking for help from anyone around.

People would come and go to the convenience store. Some were on their way home. Right now, Quentin and Kenzo were just sitting outside the establishment. How come none of them realized Kenzo needed help?

Little did Kenzo know, from the outside, all they could see was Quentin and Kenzo having a normal talk. Even if they walked past them, all they could hear was nonsense talk and this would quickly leave their memory.

When Kenzo realized no one would come to help him, he set his shaky eyes back on Quentin. The man seemed to be in pain as he had been clasping his chest with his other hand gripping the edge of the table.

’I need to leave...’ was what Kenzo told himself, trying to lift his arm and feet to take advantage of this situation. But despite his strong willpower, he barely moved his arms off the armrest.

Now, it didn’t feel like he was glued to the chair. But rather, he was glued, and then an invisible boulder was on him to keep him still. The more he tried to move, the heavier it felt. Even so, he tried.

How could he allow himself to get taken hostage in plain sight?

Kenzo lowered his gaze, trying to tip off his chair. Perhaps, if he fell, he would break whatever was keeping him on the chair.

’Almost... almost...’ his thoughts trailed off when he noticed that the person seat across from him had disappeared.

Looking up, Kenzo moved his eyes around.

’Where did he go?’ Kenzo wondered, only for his surroundings to dim.

His breath hitched as he saw a person’s shadow tower over him from behind. At this moment, he certainly knew his situation just turned from worse to worse. And he was right because only a second later, darkness consumed him.

Everything just went blank.

******

At the same time...

"I’ll show you."

The corner of Marcus’s lips stretched from ear to ear, revealing his two sharp fangs. His red irises glowed brighter in the dark while his pupils constricted.

Michael held his breath at the sight of this monster before him. He gulped and shut his eyes when he felt a force from Marcus, feeling the man’s breath caress his neck. Michael was never into the same sex, and knowing this breath was from a man, disgusted him.

How disgust, however, paled in comparison to the terror in his heart.

BAM!

Just when Michael felt these two sharp tips touch his neck, he heard this loud thud. Michael snapped his eyes open once more, realizing Marcus was no longer in front of him. He touched his neck on instinct, feeling this drip as if his neck was scratched.

"What..." he trailed off, gazing up at the person standing on his side. He furrowed his brows the moment he locked eyes with Jackson. "Jackson?"

Jackson briefly glanced at him before he shifted his eyes to where Marcus flew after getting kicked by him. Following where Jackson was looking, Michael also shifted his eyes.

There, on the corner of the living area, Marcus crashed into the stand. Broken pieces of the vase and all the decorations were now scattered on the floor and on Marcus, shattered. The stand he landed on also broke into many pieces.

And yet, Marcus moved.

Marcus slowly planted his hands on the floor, pushing himself to sit up. When he looked up, he hissed at the sight of Jackson.

"Pungent!" Marcus roared and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared from his vantage point.

It only took him one blink to appear in front of Jackson. But alas, Jackson only had to fling his arms elegantly and Marcus was once again tossed to where he landed the first time.

Everyone happened so fast that Michael barely followed. One second, he was staring at Marcus in the corner with wide eyes. And then, Marcus disappeared. Michael hadn’t even turned his head but only caught Marcus’s figure from the corner of his eyes, and now, the man was back in the same spot.

"Jackson." Michael slowly turned his head to Jackson, whom he didn’t expect to come to his rescue. "What’s going on here?"

How did Jackson know what was going on here?

Did he place some people to look after him because of what happened to Fil?

Considering Jackson insisted on sending an escort for him home, it wasn’t that possible. But then again, why Jackson personally? And how could Jackson be so calm when clearly, Marcus had turned into something... unspeakable?

"I will explain everything to you later," said Jackson while keeping his eyes on Marcus. The latter was trying to get back on his feet once more, and Jackson could feel Marcus’s growing irritation.

"How wicked..." Jackson whispered as he studied Marcus. "He could’ve made him more tameable, but he chose to make him this one."

In the past, Quentin could only turn humans into vampires as bloodsucking monsters who couldn’t quench their thirst. After a while, Quentin somehow learned how to make things make the Abnormal a lot more controllable; he created some, who could quell their thirst and blend with the society. The only downside was that they were weaker than the original Abnormal.

Jackson expected Marcus to be created like that. After all, he wasn’t a bad pawn for Quentin. Marcus was able to hire people to abduct Fil. Marcus had a lot of uses, but it seemed Quentin didn’t want it or rather, he didn’t value it.

"Even if I don’t kill you... you’d eventually die," Jackson spoke calmly, eyes on Marcus. "Abnormals don’t last for a long time. You will only feel thirsty and no matter how much you drink, you won’t be able to quell it. The thirst will make you slowly lose your sanity until eventually, you’d end up killing yourself."

Jackson breathed out, watching Marcus rise to his feet as if everything Jackson was saying didn’t reach his ears.

"Stage 2," Jackson whispered, very well familiar with the different stages of Abnormals. Hence, he wasn’t surprised that even with his overwhelming aura he was pulling at Marcus, but the latter couldn’t sense it.

If Marcus was only a normal vampire, he would’ve fallen on his knees just with Jackson’s aura alone. But Marcus didn’t.

"Michael," Jackson raised a hand and waved it a little. "Get inside."

"What — why?"

"I need to kill him. It wouldn’t be good if there was a human around. He might infect you."

After hearing that, Michael didn’t hesitate to jump into the room. He didn’t know what was actually going on, but he also knew prying further would get him killed. And so, Michael locked the door and stared at it with wide eyes.

Meanwhile, outside, Jackson remained composed as he watched Marcus tilt his head.

After a second, Marcus jumped to Jackson. Much to his surprise, Jackson also appeared in front of him.

Marcus’s breath hitched as he felt something slowly pierce through his chest. With wide eyes, he glanced at Jackson, and for a brief moment, he regained his consciousness.