《I am an UnDead high school student and a Vampire's Butler. -UnDead Butler-》


 Chapter 0: The beginning, or is it the End?

    Terror is all Sebastian could feel back then, as he stood before four young men armed with a blade each, his life passed before his eyes, a life full of cowardice and fear, a truly insignificant life. But, even though he is afraid he won¡¯t give up, because if he did who knows what fate will befall the girl shuddering behind him.


    ¡°Come on just give up on your heroic facade and leave and you won¡¯t get hurt, you know?¡±


    Said a thin young man standing behind the other three, he was probably their ringleader. Sebastian almost gave in to the sweet offer, but the ear screeching scream of the girl behind him erased such unmanly thoughts. I lived as a coward, never completing anything I started, but not this time, He thought. Such thought surfaced due to the disgust he always felt toward his weak, coward self.


    ¡°Run!¡± he yelled at the scared girl taking refuge behind him as he ran toward the armed group of young men, stretching out his arms he acted as a shield. The girl ran passed them toward a crowded area nearby through the opening Sebastian created with his thin muscle-lacking body. At least I¡¯ll be of some help in my last moments. He thought as he felt a burning sensation coming from his stomach; he was stabbed.


    ¡°Shit!¡± the thin armed young men, the ringleader, cried out. It was an accident he didn¡¯t mean to stab Sebastian. He just reflexively pointed his switchblade toward the young man running toward him.


    ¡°let¡¯s go!¡± he ordered with a panicked expression. Following his commend they ran with their panicking leader.


    On the cold gray concrete ground was a thin young man lying on it. His white cotton shirt was soaked in the fresh blood flowing from the stab wound in his stomach. Is this the end? Such an ominous question rang endlessly in his head. Remembering his short 17 years long life, tears started flowing, snot started coming; he was crying silently in that dimly lit back alley all alone. Death was breathing eerily on his neck, he was that close to dying.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    ¡°Strength, true strength is something rare in this day and age.¡±


    He heard such a statement coming from above. He stiffly looked up and saw a thin and pale young man floating two meters above him, no, not floating, he was flying. And the evidence is his huge bat-like wings on his back.


    Mustering the last bits of strength he had left, he asked the mysterious figure:¡±What do you mean?¡±


    ¡°That wasn¡¯t courage, young man; What you did earlier was suicide. You knew you wouldn¡¯t live to see the daylight after committing such a reckless action, and you did it, you know why?¡±


    Asked the mysterious young man gazing straight-fully at the tear-filled eyes of the dying young man with his sleepy bloodshot ones.


    Suffering to get the words out, Sebastian said:¡±To save the girl.¡±


    To such an answer the flying young man laughed maddeningly, and then he suddenly stopped. It was so sudden that the mad laugh earlier seemed like an illusion. And then he said:


    ¡°To save the girl my undead butt! You know, I know. that you felt so disgusted by your pathetic fear filled self, that you full knowingly rushed toward your own demise.¡±


    The dying man froze in his place, his shaking stopped, the pain stopped; it was that a great of a shock. He is right, he subconsciously admitted it.


    ¡°Right now you are thinking: ¡®Damn! that flying handsome figure is totally right.¡¯¡± Said the young man in the air with a prideful grin. And then he continued.¡±Look I like weaklings like you. The type that is honest deep down inside, but lies to the whole world outside. The strength of acting strong is a very fascinating to me. So I¡¯ll make you a very nice deal.¡±


    ¡°what deal?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a very simple deal. Either to die a weak human, or to live as a bad-a$$ undead butler. Choose one.¡±


    I want to live, was all Sebastian could think of, but he died because he was such a weakling, so living like a weakling once again was something he would never choose. But the young man flying above him said that he would become strong. So¡­


    ¡°I choose to live!¡±


    He yelled out with the last of his remaining energy. And he died seconds later. The last thing he saw as a human being was the grin of a blunt looking black-haired young man flying in the night¡¯s deep blue sky.

 Chapter 1: Waking Up.

    Silence. An eery silence enveloped the tight suffocating place Sebastian Mouro was currently in. He didn''t know where he was nor since when he was there. He have been inhaling and exiling loudly since a while now, but no air was entering nor exiting his body. There wasn''t any oxygen in that place, but, strangely enough he didn''t feel like he was dying or he was in need of breathing. And that idea terrified him.


    Humans need to breath to live, so if I don''t need breathing then what am I?


    He thought with his strangely clearer than usual mind. And then like a torrent His memories started surfacing, from his first memory, which was of him being patted by his loving mother while she kindly smiled, up to his last, being of a tragic death and a mysterious flying figure.


    I am dead? He asked himself. But he knew the correct answer was yes. Then is this the afterlife? He thought, and he almost believed his religious conclusion due to him being already dead and not needing air, but the slightly childish voice of a young man in his last teens negated such thoughts.


    "No, this is my beloved underground castle."


    Said the voice who came from somewhere near Sebastian, but it sounded odd, like it was heard from the other side of a wall, thought Sebastian.


    "Of course it will sound like this, because you are in a coffin."


    Said the young man. And these words shocked Sebastian, not because he was inside a coffin, but because he didn''t utter a single. Is he reading my mind? He asked himself, and surprisingly an answer came.


    "Yes, I do. Because you are a subordinate of mine, we have a linked thought network."


    Such an answer was heard, no, he didn''t hear it, but it suddenly popped inside Sebastian''s head.


    This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.While still in a state of confusion the young man''s voice was heard once again.


    "I will open it so wait a second."


    The sound of someone clearing his throat echoed outside the coffin Sebastian was currently in, and then these words was uttered by the young man, but this time his childish voice contained an indescribable sense of seriousness, maturity and power.


    "The container of power, the forger of the mighty, the transformer of weakness open before I, the ancestor of the night dwellers and the day loathers, The True Vampire, Conan Von Blood."


    It was when he finished voicing his words the the led of the coffin disappeared leaving nothing but sparkling golden particulars.


    Sebastian even more confused than before, but he didn''t lay there motionlessly, he grabbed the sides of the metallic coffin as support and he stoop up.


    What he saw with his now red eyes was a huge circular room, it was nearly one hundred meters in diameter, the floors and walls were made of an ashen white colored marble, and there was no kind of furniture whatsoever. And in front of him was a dull looking, black haired young man, he would have been forgettable if it wasn''t for his jade-like pale skin that gives the impression that it will beak if you touch it, and hid blood colored red eyes. He, Conan Von Blood, wore a black ceremonial suit.


    "Sebastian Mouro from now on you shall become Sebastian M. Scarlet, my butler."


    Said Conan while looking at Sebastian''s eyes with his eerily beautiful crimson ones.


    "Yes, sir."


    Replied Sebastian unintentionally, it was as if his whole body pushed him to spilling those words out.


    "Good, let''s start the training!"


    Said Conan in an enthusiastic manner while smiling brightly like a kindergarten kid who made a new friend.


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