"But how are you going to get human blood in the middle of the night? The Hunter Association has tightened security, no one can go in or out." "Well, there's an easy target right here," Cynthia said, staring at the silver-haired man hanging from the wooden frame.
At this moment, Freyn's face was deathly pale due to blood loss, and a pool of blood lay beneath him. Cynthia had this plan in mind. After all, she knew that drinking Freyn's blood on a full moon night would be beneficial; if she didn't drink it, it would be a waste.
A flash of red blended into the night as Cynthia moved swiftly to the wooden frame. Freyn was barely lifted off the ground by the iron hooks, the sharp tips piercing through his flesh, leaving traces of blood. Cynthia gently stroked his pale face with a hint of pity, wanting to take him down from the hooks.
But as soon as she touched the iron hook, the bloodstains vanished, and a silver glow appeared. "A magic formation!" Cynthia almost immediately confirmed, and around them, the sounds of numerous sacred texts began to resonate. It seemed the Hunter Association had been preparing for this, anticipating Cynthia's arrival.
Cynthia sucked on her blood-stained fingers and softly whispered in Freyn's ear, "Mr. Hu, you must behave, little bunny will be back soon."
Freyn's eyelashes fluttered, as though he were trying to open his eyes. Cynthia gave a sweet smile, and the dark red patterns on her face began to emerge. The night had only just begun.
"Not good, she's starting to break the formation forcefully!" "How is this possible? Isn't her power only at the level of a high vampire? How can she break a formation strong enough to trap a vampire king?" "This is bad, the formation can't hold!" "Archers, get ready!!!"
Just as one of the hunters shouted, his head exploded like a watermelon, spraying red blood and white brain matter onto the other hunters nearby.
"Do you think this can hold me? Hmph, wishful thinking!" Cynthia sneered. In her eyes, these so-called elite hunters were nothing more than ants that could be crushed with a flick of her finger.
"Whoosh," an arrow was narrowly avoided by Cynthia, and the archer succeeded in grabbing her attention. She raised her hand, and the arrow that had already fallen to the ground flew back into the air.
The archer, sensing his fate, quickly retreated, but Cynthia smiled, no longer sweetly, but mischievously. The arrow followed its original trajectory and pierced the heart of the archer, bursting into a beautiful spray of blood.
The surrounding priests and hunters scrambled in panic. Cynthia seemed to enjoy the sounds of terror around her. Her true goal was the research institute.
At the underground city window, which felt as fragile as paper, Cynthia gripped it with her palm, and the wooden door creaked as it shattered. The night was still long.
At the counter, a woman in Lolita attire was pierced through the heart by the chain Cynthia threw. In the hall, the gnomes quickly scurried into the corners, not daring to make a sound. Meanwhile, the people at the research institute were still around the stage, bidding on the vampire being auctioned, their faces full of greed and desire, constantly raising the price.
"Let's see what good show we have today." "A non-pure vampire!" "Looks like I met an old acquaintance, Charles. Good evening, are you picking out your prey again today?" Cynthia's mocking tone successfully enraged everyone present.
"Are you that non-pure vampire? What's this? Want me to buy you tonight? Hahaha!"
A voice from the crowd spat out dirty words. Cynthia laughed, raising her hand. A golden-ranked hunter slowly began to float.
"Wha-what's going on? I warn you, don't mess around!"
"Oh? Really?" Cynthia flicked her hand toward the marble wall, and the golden-ranked hunter was immediately slammed into the wall with a loud crash.
With a sickening "smack," a pool of blood and meat was left behind.
The hunters finally realized something was wrong and began to scatter. Charles hid in the crowd, but Cynthia still noticed him.
"Charles, don't be in such a hurry to leave. You haven't picked your prey yet today."
"I'm really curious, how did you say it out loud?" "She said she loved me, didn't I force her?" Charles' frightened eyes had to force a smile, looking awkward and anxious.
"Cynthia, I think there's been a misunderstanding. You saw Freyn, right? He's my partner, you surely wouldn't want to…"
"Your nonsense is too much, I don't have time to listen." Cynthia waved her hand casually, as if swatting away a fly.
Charles turned pale and closed his eyes, waiting for death. Perhaps he had already anticipated this day.
When Charles' head fell, everyone in the research institute hall had fled. Only the vampire girl tied to the chair on the stage remained.
"Don't worry, you're out of the abyss now."
The vampire girl, once fearful, then hesitant, finally couldn't believe what was happening. She thought she would live her life in darkness.
Cynthia continued walking, killing as she went, releasing all the imprisoned vampires, all of whom were girls who had likely been used as breeding tools for an unknown period of time.
And the so-called indestructible research institute collapsed on this seemingly ordinary full moon night.
...
In the east, a faint light began to appear, signaling that the night had ended and a new day was about to begin.
The Hunter Association, which should have been bustling, was now eerily silent, empty, except for the dead. The others had all fled, and even the vampires, unable to withstand the sunlight, hid in the dark forest.
Cynthia gently lifted the silver-haired man from the wooden frame. His face was pale, and his eyes tightly closed, lying silently on the stage.
"Hello, little bunny, request to take you home." Cynthia wiped the blood from her face, trying to tidy herself up, but it was hopeless, as she was too dirty.
The man lying on the stage did not move, as if asleep.
"Not going home? Then I'll take you to dig for diamonds," she said, thinking he might like the glittering things humans adored. She had tons of diamonds at home—would he like them?
Still no movement.
Red-haired Cynthia didn't get discouraged. She thought maybe the man was just playing hard to get. "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Please come to my house as a guest?"
"Would you like cookies or apple pie?"
No response.
Her red curls hung limply, but then she suddenly lifted a few stray hairs, as if an idea had come to her.
"Are you hungry? Can I have a bite?" Cynthia smiled, trying to appear endearing despite her dirty face.
"I promise I'll be gentle."
It's rumored that when a non-pure vampire bites a human, that human gains half of the vampire's power.
Cynthia had placed her bet correctly.
The dark red patterns around the man's eyes slowly reappeared. His eyelashes trembled, and his beautiful silver eyes blinked.
Cynthia's red hair seemed to regain its vitality as a few stray locks stood up, like they had a mind of their own.
"Freyn."
Cynthia gave him a big kiss, her voice filled with joy.
"Mr. Hu, welcome home!"