108. Disgusting!

After a few moments of climbing the stairs, the women reached the second floor. "Are we going to open the ten rooms one by one? You don't even have the keys with you?" Clarice asked, looking at her companion's hands. Demetria smiled. "Silly girl, no need to use the key. As if you don't know me." "Ah, okay. I got it." Clarice giggled. Demetria waved her hand and a mist-like door appeared on the wall. "This is the way a guardian enters the room. No need to use the door. Besides, the doors here are sealed tight, so it won't open up with a single key. Nor can it be opened with anything heavy or blunt objects. The only way to enter the closed door is to make an invisible door through the wall and only people with supernatural powers like me can do it." Clarice murmured. "Ah, okay, I got it." "Let's enter the room." Demetria stepped into the recently opened door. Clarice followed Demetria inside. What she saw inside the bare room shocked her. She expected an old casket in the middle of the room housing the vampire, but she saw a crystal-clear glass coffin. "Wow! So pretty! Who is she?" she asked, looking down at the beautiful woman lying inside the coffin, her eyes closed in eternal repose. "This is vampire beast Number 10," Demetria replied. "They have no names?" Clarice asked after noticing the number 10 sign on the side of the coffin. Demetria responded, "Their names don't matter. The numbers are attached to the coffin for a reason. Let's not dwell on the reasons why." "What is her case? Why was she imprisoned here and became one of the forsaken vampire beasts?" asked Clarice. "Number 10 went on a rampage and massacred the entire village, killing everyone, including children, women, old people and men alike. Not satisfied, she went to another village and annihilated all the people there, so one of the elders put her into a deep sleep and imprisoned her in this sacred house," Demetria explained. Clarice's eyes widened in horror. "Oh, why the hell did she do that? So shocking. This woman is scary and downright evil!" She commented in a terrified tone. "Indeed, she is," Demetria agreed. Clarice shook her head in astonishment for a few minutes. "Now let's proceed to the next room." Demetria walked to the wall. Clarice followed Demetria. She glanced at the glass coffin one last time before entering the next room. When they arrived in the next room, Clarice stared at the guy lying peacefully inside the glass coffin. He was handsome and young, looking just like the woman in the first room. They have facial similarities though, which is one thing she noticed. "This is Number 9. He is vicious as hell. He has an insatiable thirst for blood and could drink 100 people's blood in one night. Then he will kill all his victims. No one is spared; men, women, children and even old folks. He is famously called the blood-addicted vampire beast. Ordinary vampires can go a few days without drinking blood and only feed when necessary, but this one feeds on blood every night without fail," Demetria explained. "Scary!" A shiver of fear ran down Clarice's spine. "So handsome yet so vicious," she commented in a trembling voice. "Yeah, looks can be deceiving sometimes," Demetria agreed. Then she added, "Number 9 and Number 10 are siblings." "Whaaat?" Clarice exclaimed in shock. "Yep. Actually, all the prisoners here are blood relatives, they are connected to each other, both siblings and cousins." Demetria paused for a few seconds, then continued with her narration. "They come from the same bloodline. They are a family of powerful vampires who want to take over the world and bring the world to its knees. They don't respect order and peace. They want to rule the world and make the earth their playground to satisfy their greed and lust for blood and power. One of the powerful guardians intervened and decided to imprison them all on this sacred mountain before they could do great damage to humanity," Demetria elaborated further. "I'm glad to know about this never-before-heard history," Clarice murmured gratefully. She wants to thank the Guardians personally for saving the world from this bunch of ferocious monsters. "And there's one important thing you need to know..." Demetria adds. "What is it?" Clarice asked. Demetria looked at the glass coffin. "You want to know who designed this place? Who created this masterpiece and cast the spell that made this sacred house and mountain operate as it is?" "Who?" Clarice asked, eager to know the genius creator of this mysterious mountain. Demetria answered, "It's none other than their grandfather, Mortaz, the greatest vampire wizard in the history of vampires. He is one of our respective elders and guardians. Unlike these monsters, Elder Mortaz is a peace-loving vampire. He respects all beings on earth. As long as you are good, he won't harm you. When others complained that his beloved grandchildren were causing mayhem and chaos in the human world, he listened to their pleas." She paused for a few seconds to catch her breath. "What did he do?" Clarice asked curiously. "He launched an investigation and was appalled by what he discovered. He did the right thing and reprimanded the youngsters and warned them to stop their cruel ways. Unfortunately, these monsters didn't listen..." Demetria sighed heavily. "Please continue," Clarice said, eager to know what would happen next. Demetria sighed. "He gathered his family and relatives for his birthday party, fed these monsters a wine potion laced with a deep sleeping substance and then put them all in glass coffins to seal them forever. He couldn't bring himself to kill them with his own hands, so imprisoning them here was his best option. After sealing them on this mountain, Grandpa Mortaz went into seclusion, feeling saddened and heartbroken by what he had done to his beloved grandchildren." Clarice pitied the poor man's condition. It must be hard for him to punish his own bloodline. "I feel sorry for Grandpa Mortaz. He did the right thing. I admire him for his sacrifice and heroic decision," she commented gloomily. "The sad and tragic story of Grandpa Mortaz and these evil monsters still haunts me to this day. Sad isn't it?" Demetria commented dejectedly. "Yeah, sad indeed," Clarice murmured, feeling sorry for Grandfather Mortaz, wondering where he is right now. Demetria looked Clarice in the eyes. "How about you, dear? Can you do the same? Can you sacrifice your life and everyone to save the world from these monsters?" she asked. Clarice pondered the question for a few minutes. "Of course, I will follow Grandpa Mortaz's footsteps," she replied in a serious tone. "Great!" Demetria smiled, pleased with her answer. "Do you want to know where some of your blood goes aside from feeding the core?" "Where?" Clarice asked curiously. "Some portion of your blood was fed to these monsters. The core uses a little bit of your blood to keep them alive but not so much to awaken them, making them escape their hibernation chamber," Demetria explained. Clarice gasped in shock. "Oh... I thought only the core benefited from my blood. I didn't expect these monsters to also have a portion of my blood," she said in trepidation, stunned beyond words. Demetria patted her trainee's shoulder gently. "Yes, dear. That is part of our duty as guardians. Our blood keeps this sacred mountain alive, including the sleeping inhabitants of this place." "Why don't we just blow this mountain up and send these monsters to smithereens?" Clarice suggested coldly. "I can't understand the logic of preserving their lives, since they are monsters. They deserve to die!" She blurted menacingly. Demetria shook her head. "If you blow up this mountain, you will also die. Our lives as guardians are tied up with this mountain. If this place is destroyed, we will also die. Remember that always," she warned. "But that is unfair!" Clarice protested. Demetria sighed. "There's nothing you can do about it, dear. Grandpa Mortaz designed this place as it is. You have no choice but to accept responsibility and carry on with your lives as normally as possible when I'm gone." Clarice pouted up a storm and threw her hands in the air in frustration. "I really can't see the logic in all of this!" she continued her rant. Demetria was annoyed with her trainee's outburst. She glared at her angrily. "Dear, you are generally weak. Consider yourself lucky for being chosen as one of the guardians. It's a big upgrade from your weaker self. Stop complaining and whining! You can't back out anymore. Everything is already set in motion. Now let's proceed to the next room." Clarice shut her mouth and took a deep breath, controlling her temper. She followed her mentor into the next room. "This is Number 8. He is famous as the vampire impaler. After drinking his victims' blood, he would impale them with a stick and let their corpses rot in open space for the crow to eat. That's how savage this vampire is," Demetria stated, her mouth twisting in disdain. "Cruel bastard!" Clarice gushed resentfully while staring at the good-looking guy inside the glass enclosure. She suddenly imagined herself being impaled by this beast. It felt excruciatingly painful the moment the stick penetrated her skin and bones. She shuddered after imagining the gruesome scene in her mind. "Now let's proceed to the next room." Demetria walked to the mist-looking door. The next room they entered had two glass coffins inside. "Why are there two coffins here?" Clarice asked, confused. Demetria approached the coffins. "Numbers 6 and 7 are twins. They kidnapped humans, draining their blood and selling blood like fruit juice in cans and bottles to vampires. Then they sell the corpses to bakery and restaurant owners to be made into pastries and food and sell them to unsuspecting humans," she explained casually without batting an eyelash. "Ewww! That's horrible and disgusting!" Clarice gagged. She almost threw up after hearing Demetria's nauseating narration. "Please stop! I can't take it anymore. I want to go to the bathroom and throw up. I feel dizzy. Please take me out of here!" she begged. "Jeez. You have such a weak stomach." Demetria smiled in amusement. "Alright, let's stop for now. You can rest in your room." She waved her hand, teleporting them back to the first floor. The moment they were back on the first floor, Clarice bolted towards her room. She hurriedly opened the door, ran straight to the bathroom and threw up on the toilet bowl.