To His Hell and Back
Chapter 238: I’m Sorry, Brother-I

Chapter 238: I’m Sorry, Brother-I

Marissa’s eyes went wide open. She snapped her head back at Hans who was still smiling, his face as normal as ever. As much as she hoped what she had seen to be wrong, she knew that her eyes hadn’t played a trick on her.

The man beside her... it wasn’t Hans.

No wonder. Everything finally clicked to Marissa’s head. The reason why Hans had been so angry when she tried to pull open the curtain was because he didn’t want his reflection to be seen on the glass and for her to notice his true self.

This fake Hans had changed since last night, perhaps when Hans first left to see his brother. Was that why he had been covered in dirt and mud? Was that why he appeared as if he had just dug his way out of a burial?

Was this... the truth?

Marissa’s lips trembled. She had seen Hans in front of a mirror before, she knew well that his reflection had never changed before, he has always been the Hans she knew, only this time he had changed!

So where’s her real Hans?

He went to see his brother... the brother who despises vampires...

That couldn’t be...

Marissa’s breaths hitched as she thought for the worse. Her heart raced as she stared at Hans who had smiled a flawless smile. He looked no different than usual, such a perfect copy that no one could ever, ever see its difference, even though she had known him so well.

If this fake Hans could fool her, it could fool anyone else.

Though confused and angry, Marissa knew better than to confront the monster sitting beside her and demand for explanation. Instead her eyes stared at the door which she had took as her escape route.

Then she stared into his eyes, smiling, "Hans, do you remember the time when we both on the lake? I can’t swim but you can," she said and he chuckled.

"I know, but isn’t that a cute part of you?" Hans answered to her, gently tapping her nose but Marissa was disgusted inwardly.

Then she saw how his other hand had slipped into his pocket as if he was waiting for a moment where her guards would be so low and a time where it would be so perfect for him to attack.

This confirmed to her that the Hans in front of her wasn’t the same as her Hans. The real Hans cannot swim while she could, and she would usually uses this as a point to tease him. It was unbelievable for him to suddenly forgot this fact.

"You said you went to see your brother," she continued, her heart racing against her ribs but the only one who could tell this was another vampires, not this man pretending to be Hans. "What did you talk about with him?"

A pause echoed from Hans’s throat, he then smiled, "A few discussion as I have told you."

"You hadn’t told me much and I’m far too curious," Marissa pressed. "He hates vampires right?"

"He hates them no more, I told you, he had taken in a vampire baby and raise it as his own," said Hans but she could feel the lies underneath his words.

"Does your brother hates humans too?" Marissa then snapped the question, her hands pulled away from his hold which made Hans to stare at her weirdly as if she had grown two heads in a snap of second.

"What? He doesn’t, he’s a human-"

"-But he would despise a human who he thinks collude and help with vampires, right?" Marissa saved his breaths and turned her eyes into a glare at him as she stood at the carriage, backing away until she felt the door pressed against her back. "I have heard many cases such as that. Humans who wouldn’t hesitate to kill another humans for having different principle, especially because they had protected vampires or dislike the idea of hunting vampires. They said that being on the vampire’s side is the same as turning yourself into one, allowing them to be killed by their own law."

Hans stared at her but his smile had disappeared and so was the glow on his eyes that appeared so loving. Now it filled with such a look of emptiness and annoyance, as if he was truly pissed by her words, something she was aware that her usual Hans wouldn’t have shown- ever.

"What are you implying, Marissa?" The fake Hans snapped at her. He narrowed his gaze, his eyes turning fiercer with a certain anger held in his gaze, "That my brother would want to kill me?"

"No," Marissa’s eyes turned bloodshot as she stared at him, "That he killed you."

Hans sighed, ruffling his hair for a second as though he was trying to think then the next second, all of a sudden, his hand shot out with a syringe, and suddenly he went to stab her arms and seeing it, Marissa with her speed, managed to escape nimbly.

Hans moved again, his hands stabbing every place he could, as long as the syringe could stab a part of her body.

Though Marissa wasn’t aware of what could be inside the potion, she knew better than let it be injected to her. Her hands frantically pushed the door knob of the carriage and lunged outside. The carriage’s speed caused for her body to hit the ground and rolled for a couple of seconds but thankfully Marissa managed to got back on her feet.

She then lifted her face that had been scratched by the road, staring at the carriage that had came to a stop and Hans that had walked out.

He sighed and turned at his syringe that seemed to have shattered, perhaps from impact. Then he turned back at her, eyes glaring, "When did you found out I wasn’t the real Hans?"

Marissa gritted her teeth, "What are you?!" She demanded and the fake Hans sighed.

"Your brother is an extremely wary person isn’t he? How could it be that he knew most about us yet you, his sister knew nothing at all?" Then the fake Hans turned to look behind him, showing a grin, "That doesn’t matter now though. Now that bastard could feel what it means to be defeated."