Damon set down his chopsticks, his face darkened, and stood up, leaving.
This sharp-tongued woman!!
He had taken the whole day off today, mainly to bring that troublesome vampire back home and also to tidy up this place, which had been left unattended for years.
In the past, Zia had taken care of everything here. Everything was in order.
Now, Zia had been lying in the hospital for six years, and yet Damon had been helpless, unable to think of any way to fix things.
It was his fault.
He acknowledged it.
Damon gently pushed open the door to the basement, and a faint green light seeped out from the crack in the door.
Inside the glass cabinet, there was a long sword with a silver-white sheath, its hilt carved with a golden hollowed-out blue lotus.
At this moment, the sword radiated a faint cyan aura, the soft blue light floating in the air, mysterious and elusive.
Damon took the key to the glass cabinet and slipped it into his pocket.
The Verdant Soulblade was soaked in too much blood, making it easy to pick up the hostile aura of Vampire Clan members. It was prone to targeting and killing them, so it had to be locked up.
Meanwhile, Elena was flipping through a Taoist classic with a smile that was almost mocking, her lips curving slightly. "So, you're a scholar too?"
"Of course, what's wrong with that?" Damon frowned slightly, an ominous feeling rising in him.
"Intellectual degenerate, a beast in human clothing."
Elena smiled wickedly, slowly letting the words slide off her tongue.
This man was drenched in blood; he had definitely killed plenty of vampires!
Though she didn't care about the lives of other vampires, non-members of her kind were always enemies, and enemies must be destroyed.
Damon's expression immediately darkened. He didn't respond.
"Who's this? Your girlfriend?" A photo slipped from Elena's hand.
The photo showed a young, beautiful girl.
"Got a problem with it?" Damon picked up the photo and snatched the book from Elena's hands. He slipped the photo back into the book, keeping it intact.
Elena's eyes darkened slightly, her displeasure evident.
She had started to like this man and definitely didn't want anyone else getting close. "So, you grew up together. But, as far as I know, humans can't marry their close relatives!"
Damon paused, momentarily lost in thought.
His dark, coffee-colored eyes clouded over, like the blue lotus petals in a lake dying off in September, giving off a chill. "You better leave now."
"Upset?" Elena scoffed coldly, turning to walk away.
Before leaving, she asked one final question, "Where is she? Or did she dump you?"
Bang!
Damon slammed the door shut, his voice restrained and controlled. "I don't owe you an explanation."
For the next five days, Damon seemed to deliberately avoid Elena, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night, sometimes not at all.
If it weren't for the blood bags in the fridge always staying at the same number, no one would have known he'd even returned.
Elena had to fend for herself in the two-story house. Whenever she was hungry, she'd drink expired blood; when she was tired, she'd rest in her room.
When the sun was out, she'd swing on the swings in the garden, occasionally watering the little grass, or checking on the ever-growing grapevine. All in all, she was living quite contentedly.
Of course, if things got too boring, she'd go play with the dogs in the backyard.
Now, those three little idiots had begun worshipping her like a goddess.
"Damon, where's my food?"
On the sixth day, Damon finally finished work early. He was caught by Elena at the door, who swiftly snatched two fresh blood bags from him.
Elena was still in the recovery phase, and she was incredibly malnourished, needing a good amount of nutrition to heal.
Every day, she walked around with a bald head, her mood dark, feeling the intense craving for blood—she really wanted to drink blood!
The 800cc of expired blood Damon had brought back from the hospital was gone in less than five minutes.
"I'm starving! You better satisfy my cravings," Elena complained, trailing behind Damon.
Damon set down his coat and walked into the kitchen.
He opened the fridge and stared at the empty shelves. "All gone already?"
This woman had quite the appetite.
Elena raised an eyebrow. "What, should I wait until it's expired twice?"
"…." Damon's face remained cold as he gave her no response.
"If you keep starving me, you'll never see those three little idiots in the backyard again," Elena said with a sly grin.
"Little idiots? You're drinking what you're given. Aren't you afraid you'll end up with brain damage?" Damon taunted, his words dripping with mockery.
The noble Vampire Clan queen had fallen so low as to drink dog blood? Interesting.
Elena's face darkened, but she remained silent.
She wouldn't drink that disgusting dog blood.
Damon gave her a quick glance.
After five days of not seeing her, this woman looked much better now, her eyes shining with energy.
Especially when she looked at him. The hunger in her gaze was so intense, it almost made him feel like she wanted to drink him!
Damon went upstairs to change.
Wait a second—why was she following him upstairs? Was she planning to watch him change?
Bang!
Damon slammed the bedroom door shut, locking Elena out. "Don't come upstairs without my permission again."
Elena was left confused, clearly not understanding Damon's thought process.
After changing his clothes, Damon went back to the garden to pull up some Fluffy vegetables, then returned to the kitchen to make soup.
Elena silently appeared, showing an unusual interest. "How's the grass? Nothing like fresh blood, right? Want to try a different flavor?"
"I'm not interested," Damon replied, standing by the stove waiting for the water to boil.
"Then how about increasing my food supply?" Elena finally asked, revealing her true intention. After all, she had no choice but to survive while under this roof.
"I'm just an ordinary university teacher, living on a few measly paychecks a month. I'm poor." Damon added the washed Fluffy vegetables to the pot and glanced at Elena briefly.
"Poor? You're wearing custom-made clothes that cost a fortune—who are you trying to fool?" Elena wasn't ignorant. She had investigated his possessions.
"Aren't you a vampire?" Damon turned off the stove and put out the fire.
He turned to face Elena, suddenly pulling her into his arms. A faint, cold smile curved on his lips as he said, "Some things were gifts. Maybe you could also give me a few?"
Elena froze for a moment.
She felt Damon's warmth but didn't push him away. She raised her eyes and met his gaze, her heart racing unexpectedly.
She couldn't deny it—his eyes were beautiful, as deep as a lake. She liked them.
"Joking, huh? If I had money, I'd buy fresh blood first, not waste my time bargaining with you," Elena felt a mix of frustration and humiliation.
She was the queen of the Vampire Clan, possessing a pure and ancient bloodline. Yet, here she was, reduced to drinking expired blood.
Damon released her and returned to cooking. "Then don't try to latch onto me. My legs are a bit too thin for that."
He didn't care about material wealth, nor was he short of money. But if he let Elena drink fresh blood, her wounds would heal quickly, and she would become uncontrollable.
"You're not thin—you're a cripple," Elena shot back, no longer holding back in the face of failure.