The pitch-black night.
The scattered drizzle.
A dark alleyway.
She was being dragged by someone, inch by inch, struggling to move forward.
The woman is wearing a black long dress.
Her long blonde hair was wet and clinging to her blood-soaked body, covering her eyes.
That is a pair of silver-gray eyes shimmering with cold light, icy and filled with cruelty and bloodthirstiness.
"Where is this...?"
In memory, the sky was dim as if it were doomsday. The fierce wind and rain kept roaring. She descended to earth in a thunderstorm, as if falling into boundless darkness.
I'm hungry!
I'm thirsty!
I want blood!
She drags her broken body, with a faint and fragile thought lingering in her mind, being pulled into the dazzling lights of the modern city. She has never felt such an intense longing for warm blood as she does now.
"Do you want to drink blood?"
In the dark corner, a man extends a slender white finger towards her.
The silver-gray pupils suddenly contracted, and even in the dark night, she could still see everything clearly. She could see the blue veins on the man's wrist without hesitation and bit into them without any consideration.
Bam!
A flat-bottomed pan was smashed on the back of her head.
She couldn't see the man's face, but in the moment before she lost consciousness, she caught a glimpse of him wearing a white shirt and a sinister smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
That should be an extremely handsome man. He possesses a powerful aura of death, and is not to be trifled with!
Darn it!
The appearance of this man bears a striking resemblance to someone, causing her to abruptly awaken from the fading pallor and her heart to pump blood once again.
......
Late at night, it was still drizzling outside. Inside the room, under the illumination of the light, the woman was completely soaked.
She has long hair, stunning facial features, and a delicately beautiful face that seems to have stepped out of a painted wall, with a faint and hazy shade.
Long and thick eyelashes are wet. A pair of narrow phoenix eyes squint slightly, revealing a silver moon-like light. The lips are as red as blood, and the straight nose has no breath.
The blood clan does not need to breathe, nor do they have a heartbeat. In his view, that should be the color of blood...
Dennis, 24 years old this year, is a history lecturer at the University of California. His true profession is a vampire hunter.
He was born with the ability to hear the voices of vampires, so he chooses to move forward in the darkness and dance with demons.
Last night, he found a woman and brought her back.
No.
It should be an unattractive woman.
This woman is somewhat malnourished. Her golden long hair became dry and withered. Her face turned pale and thin, and the flesh and blood on her fingers slowly disappeared.
According to rumors, vampires are believed to have no soul and cannot experience reincarnation. They are cursed by sunlight, and once exposed to it, they will disappear without a trace, turning into scattered dust.
Therefore, all pure-blooded vampires, who are born as vampires, possess a unique dark gift. All vampires have the ability to heal themselves, but if their neck is twisted, their heart is pierced with silverware, or they are exposed to sunlight, they will turn into dust.
And the purebred vampire he found, based on her appearance and abilities, she should be Helen.
It is rumored that Helen possesses a powerful self-healing ability. She is not afraid of silverware or sunlight, and can regenerate bones, flesh, and skin in a very short period of time.
Dang! Dang!
Late at night, the clock just struck twelve in the early morning.
The multiple knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and bloodstains on that woman's body are healing at an extremely fast pace.
Unfortunately, her long hair, which had lost its color, did not recover.
She should be the kind of 'orthodox bloodline favored by God' mentioned by the teacher.
Purebred bloodlines are extremely difficult to reproduce, which is why purebred individuals have remained extremely rare for thousands of years.
If I could extract her heart, perhaps it could save Emma's life. However, I cannot break the rules of hunting, as it is an agreement between humans and vampires.
...
"I'm thirsty, thirsty..."
Disordered thoughts, fragmented words, and delicate eyelashes trembling lightly. Helen opened her eyes to a dazzling sunlight shining into her sight.
The walls were snow white, with a pungent smell of medicine in the air. There was a middle-aged overweight man with a half-tied ponytail, wearing a beige suit that did not flatter his figure. Helen's face changed color and her dark pupils suddenly contracted!
Darn it!
Is this the same man from yesterday, who is both ugly and fat?
Helen was about to get up, but she found herself receiving an intravenous infusion. What is the purpose of giving her an IV? She touched her head and instantly became gloomy as it seemed that she had lost all her hair.
Although she has a strong self-healing ability, she cannot grow hair instantly, which is a disadvantage.
The overweight man saw Helen wake up and asked nervously, "Miss Helen, you're awake. Would you like some water to drink?"
"How do you know my name is Helen?" Helen stared sharply at the chubby man.
The overweight man shivered and cautiously replied, "it was Mr. Dennis who said that."
Helen's eyes narrowed slightly, "Mr. Dennis?"
The overweight man held an apple in his hand and said, "Miss Helen, do you eat apples?"
"Do not."
No matter what it is, she refuses. Apples, water, and even men, all rejected.
The overweight man instinctively avoided Helen's gaze and took out a bag of blood packs obtained from the hospital drawer. He stammered, "Um, do you... drink blood?"
Helen's eyes flashed with a strange light.
She slowly opened her mouth and said, "Give me this!"
Helen took the blood bag and smelled it in front of her nose.
Damn!
Expired?
But having blood is better than nothing.
The fat man looked at Helen and drank the blood bag in one breath, feeling both shocked and terrified.
He quickly took out two more bags of blood, raised his hands high above his head, and respectfully offered them: "Please, please! Don't suck my blood!"
Helen sucked on the blood bag, glanced at the fat man, and a hint of disgust flashed in her ink-black eyes. She wouldn't even take this kind of trash if it was given to her for free.
After a while, the chubby man cautiously asked, 'Miss Helen, have you finished drinking the blood?'
"I finished drinking. What is your name?"
The overweight man took out a business card from his pocket and said, "My name is Miles, I am Mr. Dennis's assistant."
Helen asked, 'Mr. Dennis? Is he handsome?'
Perhaps, Mr. Dennis is the man who made her heart skip a beat last night.
"Handsome!" Miles nodded repeatedly in response to the question.
Indeed, women of different types are enthusiastic and unrestrained in their speech!
Helen lazily leaned against the headboard, her gaze shallow and holding an unopened bag of blood in her hand.
The posture is extremely eerie, like a bloodthirsty devil.