I suddenly opened my eyes. It was my room, the white ceiling brightened by the morning light.
Turning my head, I found Bevis lying next to me. His handsome face had sharp features, his beard looked like it hadn't been shaved carefully for days, making him appear haggard and disheveled. His messy blond hair was also dirty. He was breathing evenly, sleeping deeply, and I guessed he probably hadn't rested well for days.
His room was always spotless, but he was rarely home.
The two of us lying on this single bed suddenly reminded me of when we used to sleep side by side on this bed as children. Now, however, it felt particularly cramped. One of his legs was already hanging off the bed, and he was still wearing a shirt and police pants.
I was in my pajamas... Last night, didn't Bevis call to say he wasn't coming back? Did I change into my pajamas?
The intense battle between humans and vampires flashed through my mind. Realizing my heartbeat was normal and my body wasn't in pain, I calmed down and quickly sat up, noticing it was seven in the morning.
"Bevis?" I gently pushed him.
He woke up, instinctively reaching for the gun at his waist, his other hand swinging out defensively. "Margie, run..." He was still immersed in the nightmare of the fierce battle!
"Aren't you going to the police station? It's seven, aren't you getting up?"
Only then did he come to his senses, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. "Thank goodness, you're alive!" He gave me an urgent hug, then calmed down slightly, loosening his grip a bit. "Are you hurt?"
He checked my neck for vampire bite marks. "Do you feel any pain? Being bitten by a vampire is no joke!"
"Bevis, why do you know so much about vampires?"
I didn't believe such monsters existed in this world, but I myself was somewhat of a monster. And I was starting to suspect that Bevis, with his incredible speed, was also a monster.
His cunning, deep blue eyes flickered twice, avoiding my gaze. "There have been several murder cases related to vampires recently. The victims... were completely drained of blood! If he becomes addicted to your blood, you're done for."
I jumped off the bed in my pajamas, rushed into the bathroom, and stripped off my pajamas to check my body. My skin was smooth as jade, with no injuries. Just as I was about to tell Bevis not to worry, I suddenly heard his exclamation, "God!"
I quickly dressed and opened the door to see a band-aid on Bevis's arm, directly over a prominent vein.
He peeled it off, revealing a healed red dot—a puncture wound. "Damn it, this vampire is definitely a super clean freak. He must've smelled that I hadn't showered in a week, so he used a syringe to draw blood!"
"Haha... Your reasoning is pretty sound. It's a good thing you didn't shower—the damage from his fangs would've been ten times worse than this puncture wound. You'd better take some vitamin B-12 to recover quickly." I rummaged through the cabinet and tossed a bottle of pills onto the bed.
He shrugged helplessly and made his way to the bathroom, his tall, handsome frame moving with a hint of exhaustion.