The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room.
Melissa covered her lower back with one hand and rubbed her face with the other, taking a while before she managed to get dressed.
The amount of information she'd learned last night was simply overwhelming. She had been busy studying until late into the night.
Her body felt lively now, but her mind was exhausted. The disparity between the two made her feel slightly lightheaded, even when walking.
However, last night, she and Moro had discussed her resigning from her job. She wasn't hesitant about it. Since she had chosen to be with Moro, she would listen to him, regardless of what the future held!
So, Melissa, enduring the strange sensation of her soul struggling to control her body, went to the restaurant to resign.
Moro, after lounging in bed for a while, also got dressed and drove to the train station to wait for Heather.
Traveling by train was indeed much less hassle. It was eleven o'clock, the sun high in the sky, when the train arrived.
Soon, Moro spotted a woman with dark brown, slightly wavy hair, dressed in a white, tight-fitting wrap-around skirt, topped with a blue trench coat that concealed most of her fantastic figure. Her feet were adorned with a pair of sky-high stilettos.
This was none other than Heather Miller, the protagonist of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D." But the Heather standing before him was even more beautiful than the one in the movie, with an even more striking aura.
If the Heather in the movie gave off a bit of a "bad girl" vibe, the current Heather exuded a powerful, queenly presence.
Her figure and looks left the onlookers speechless, unsure of what to do.
Even some men who considered themselves quite handsome, approached Heather with the hope of getting a glimpse of her beauty.
But Heather's eyes held not joy, but a murderous intent. Ever since receiving the Warrior class imprint from Moro, the blood of slaughter within her had been awakened.
Besides Moro, anyone who came within a meter of her would trigger her bloodlust!
"What are you looking at? Get lost! I'll gouge your eyes out if you keep staring!"
Heather's emotionless, chilling words, coupled with the aura of a second-order Transcendent, terrified the sleazy characters who had approached her, causing them to shrink back and flee.
They were afraid that this cold beauty would chase them down and carry out her threat.
After driving away these annoying men, Heather walked towards her beloved with a radiant smile.
As soon as she stepped off the train, Heather spotted Moro waiting for her outside the station. If not for those men blocking her view, she would have rushed into his arms.
Being apart from Moro for over a month had significantly diminished her desire to train, even her beloved red wine had lost its appeal.
Outside the station, Moro watched Heather display her might, a smile playing on his lips.
Nothing was more rewarding than training a cold, queenly beauty. If there was anything more satisfying, it was training several beauties with different styles!
The next moment, as Moro's mind drifted away, he felt a soft touch against his chest, the sweet scent of grapes filling his nostrils. Then, he felt his lips being forcibly opened...
After a while, four eyes met.
"Darling, I missed you so much. Next time we go on a road trip, take me with you. I don't want to be separated from you for so long."
Heather clung to Moro's arm, her voice laced with a hint of grievance.
She wondered how she had endured this past month. Even with Nikki by her side, she had been incredibly bored!
Furthermore, there weren't many vampires in Washington D.C. to have fun with, even if there were, she wouldn't be able to go hunting at night. After all, staying up late is bad for one's skin!
Seeing Heather's swift change of expression, Moro chuckled and tapped her head.
"You, you'll have someone to play with from now on. This trip isn't just about getting your grandmother's inheritance, I'm also going to introduce you to two people."
"Are they new sisters?" Heather inquired curiously.
"They are new sisters, but you'll be shocked when you meet one of them."
Moro looked at Heather with a mysterious smile, refusing to elaborate further. He scooped her into the car and drove away from the station.
The crowd at the train station watched the sports car drive away, sighing in admiration. It was good to be rich!
...
Back at the hotel.
As soon as Moro and Heather entered the room, they saw Melissa, who had just returned and was about to take a nap.
Upon seeing Heather, Melissa was momentarily stunned. But recalling what Moro had told her last night, she quickly sat up straight, nervously introducing herself.
"H-hello, Heather. My name is Melissa, I'm a freshman."
At this moment, Melissa felt like a mistress caught in the act by the main wife, her hands trembling and her words jumbled.
"Alright, Melissa, you'll be part of the family from now on. Heather won't bully you."
Moro stepped forward, ruffled Melissa's hair, and comforted her with a few words.
He couldn't favor one over the other. He would treat every woman who truly wanted to be with him with care.
Heather, seeing this, shrugged her shoulders. "Darling, am I that scary? Pepper was like this, and now Melissa is too."
She felt she was quite friendly, especially towards her future comrades. She truly treated her comrades as sisters and family.
"No, it's not that, Heather. It's just your aura is too strong. It feels like the fear I had as a child when I got into trouble and encountered my mother wielding a feather duster.
It's not something you can overcome in a short amount of time."
Melissa, regaining her composure, took Heather's arm and explained sincerely.
Moro couldn't help but laugh. God, a mother wielding a feather duster!
"It's actually a suppression at the level of life force. It's just that Melissa doesn't know how to explain it!"
After explaining things to the two women, Moro looked at Heather and smiled.
"Heather, you've been slacking off lately. I remember teaching you the Warrior's Concealment Technique before I left, right?"
"Haha, are there any good wines or special snacks here, Melissa? Quickly show me around, I need to learn some new things!"
Heather chuckled, took Melissa's arm, and walked towards the door.
Without Moro around, she hadn't even bothered to train the Concealment Technique, let alone the Warrior imprint!
Melissa looked back at Moro helplessly, then walked out of the room with Heather.
As he watched the two leave, Moro sighed and shook his head, "This little girl is really good at changing the subject!"
After the two women left, Moro checked the time. It was a little past eleven. He left the hotel and drove towards the high school in town.
He had promised to take Alison out for dinner and a date today, so Moro bought a bouquet of roses from a nearby flower shop and a necklace from a jewelry store before smoothly driving to the school gate.
The flashy sports car and its roaring engine captivated the hearts of the high school boys and girls.
After all, they were at the age of blossoming youth, their minds most active, their curiosity highest, and their vanity strongest. Seeing a luxurious car that they could only see on television or their phones, these youngsters gathered around.
Some bold girls, upon seeing Moro, young and handsome, sitting in the car, deliberately displayed their youthful figures to attract his attention, hoping to get a ride in his passenger seat.
Just then, Alison, whose beautiful figure couldn't be concealed even by her school uniform, squeezed her way through the crowd and walked up to Moro.
She had rushed out as soon as Moro called, but she had been pushed to the back by the students who had come out earlier.
However, upon seeing her boyfriend, who was dressed to the nines and holding flowers to greet her, her gloomy mood instantly lifted.
She walked to the car, opened the passenger door, sat down, and fastened her seat belt. Then, blushing, she kissed Moro's cheek before shyly speaking.
"Brother, let's get out of here. There are too many people."
Moro looked at the blushing Alison, gently rubbed her head, and smiled.
"Let's go. I'm taking you to meet your sister, who looks exactly like you!"
With that, the roar of the engine filled the air, and the car vanished from the school gate in a flash.
After the car disappeared, the students finally dispersed from the school gate.
Groups of girls discussed Alison with envy and jealousy. They wondered why she was able to snag a rich and handsome man, while they were stuck with the school's immature boys!
The boys, on the other hand, were more straightforward. Some discussed how cool Moro's modified car was and how good its performance was, while others were simply lecherous.
Their focus was on Alison, who had legs that went on for days and a killer body. She had been taken away by a rich man, and they wondered what would happen between them today.
Just thinking about it made them envious!
...
On the other side, as Moro waited for the traffic light, he contacted Heather and the other two women, confirmed the location of the restaurant, and then drove Alison there.
Alison was nervous the whole way. Moro had told her about all of this while they were walking around earlier.
Although Alison wasn't bothered by it, she was curious about Heather, who looked exactly like her, and whether they were truly related.
Driven by curiosity and anticipation, Alison, under Moro's guidance, entered a uniquely decorated barbecue restaurant.
As soon as they entered a private room, she saw Heather, who looked almost identical to her.
Heather, upon seeing Alison, was also astonished and widened her eyes. After confirming that Moro wasn't playing a magic trick on her, she got up and grabbed Alison's hand.
"Where did you, where did your family live initially?"
"In Chicago. My parents and I have always lived there."
Alison was also curious, but the sadness in her voice couldn't be concealed.
Seeing this, Heather immediately understood that something had happened to Alison's family, so she pulled Alison into a hug.
"It's all over now. I'm your big sister from now on, and I'll take care of you."
"I also feel like Heather is my real sister, I felt like I was meeting a relative when I first saw you."
Alison said in bewilderment.
Looking at this heartwarming scene, Moro felt happy. Then, he shared his guess.
"It's possible your mothers are sisters or twins. After all, humans tend to inherit more genes from their mothers.
Alison, tell me your mother's name. I can help you investigate."
...