When these two female ghosts weren't attacking people, they were full of energy and quite endearing, much like the trio of girlfriends—Ada, Judy, and Nina—who used to hang out at the Saturday restaurant, chattering away endlessly once they started talking.
Tsk, tsk, it's really because women have so many topics to talk about, like clothes—inside and out, top to bottom, big and small, countless in number.
Of course, men can also be treated as if they were clothes. If I were to treat Baron Albert as a beautiful outfit, I wouldn't have to care about those princesses or ladies he once loved.
However, thinking about those three sisters who turned into vampires weighs heavily on my heart. How should I even begin to find them?
What's even more frustrating is that I'll have to kill them. Watching Daisy and Phoebe, who always help me tidy up my clothes, my mood grows even gloomier.
As I stepped out of the room, I immediately bumped into the cold, stiff bodyguard standing at the door.
He swayed slightly from the impact, like a Weeble, then steadied himself. His head turned stiffly, devoid of expression, like a rigid robot, and I could even hear the slow creak of his cervical bones.
Looking at his face hidden behind sunglasses, I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I forgot someone was guarding the door!"
He turned his head back to its original position, silent as the grave.
I stared at him in surprise, expecting him to say something like "It's fine" or anything at all.
But after standing nervously beside him for what felt like an eternity, he still didn't speak—well, if he's not speaking, then I guess he has nothing to say.
However, the other bodyguards in the hallway suddenly turned their heads in unison, staring at me, their throats emitting deep sighs. The entire corridor instantly became horrifying!
God, this isn't fun at all.
Being bitten by one vampire is still better than being torn to shreds by a group of them!
But in reality, being bitten by a vampire isn't a good thing to begin with. In a den of vampires, every step is nerve-wracking. If this goes on, I'll surely develop a mental illness!
Forget it, I'll just wait for Lionel to come get me, to avoid getting lost and wandering into their kitchen. If I'm mistakenly taken for food, that would be a disaster!
I took a frightened step back, my feet feeling as if they'd rooted themselves to the ground. Frantically, I reached for the door handle to retreat back into the room, but suddenly, a pair of cold hands wrapped around my waist from behind.
"Ah—"
As I screamed, a flash of reddish-brown hair swept past, and my chin was gently turned. My lips were sealed by a cold, sweet kiss, and my scream was swallowed whole.
The familiar scent slowly brought my frightened soul back to my body. The deep, relentless kiss, however, didn't feel sweet. I pushed him away, annoyed, "Lionel… stop appearing out of nowhere like that, you scared me to death!"
He shrugged nonchalantly, "Darling, you're not that timid. I wonder who it was that provoked me the first time we met!"
As he spoke, he looked me up and down, but he didn't seem too surprised that I resembled his old flame. Instead, he pulled me back into his embrace, his eyes narrowing as he greedily inhaled my scent, planting soft kisses on my shoulders and neck, sending shivers down my spine. Yet, the intimacy also filled me with sweetness.
Reluctantly, he loosened his hold, still wanting more, and whispered softly, "Margie, the way you're dressed… you're excessively beautiful. I should lock you in bed, cover you with a blanket, and admire you all by myself."
Look at him, starting to envy me for being more beautiful than him!
Secretly pleased, secretly pleased! But being locked in bed is definitely not a good thing!
Just as I was feeling smug, his cold, slender hand moved suggestively to my chest, tugging at the wrap slightly, and he said in a suggestive tone, "I don't think I've ever complimented your figure before. Let me guess… well, measurements are just numbers anyway. It'd feel better to touch in bed."
What kind of baron is this?
His mind is full of inappropriate thoughts—a total pervert!
I slapped his hand away fiercely and adjusted my shawl, "How boring! Stop being so handsy all the time!"
He smirked devilishly, half-embracing me as he led me forward, "Hehe… let's go, the guests are here."
I could guess that they were all vampires. In that crowd, I was just a constantly moving blood bag. Still, I couldn't help but ask, "Who did you invite?"
"A few close elders, my best friends, and, of course, my enemies."
"Oh!" Even enemies? "Why do you have to introduce me to them?"
A decade or two of love is just a fleeting moment for a thousand-year-old monster like him. There's no need to invite enemies, is there?
"You're my girlfriend, of course I should introduce you to my friends!" he said solemnly. "Otherwise, if they see you, they'll still bite you! And as for my enemies, I want to make it clear to them—don't even think about messing with what's mine."
That's definitely a protective measure.
I couldn't help but be moved by his thoughtfulness. Raising an eyebrow, I chuckled, "Should I formally introduce you to my friends too?"
He lifted the corner of his lips, took my hand, and kissed it, "I've already met your friends. They probably wouldn't like to see me."
I laughed, not expecting a hint of insecurity in his words, "Hehe… you've met Bevis. He's the closest person to me in this world. He loves me dearly, and if he knew you loved me, he'd like you too."
"Margie, you've sacrificed your world for me, do you understand?!" he sighed tenderly, leading me into the banquet hall already filled with people.
I didn't feel like I'd sacrificed my world. He's making too big a deal out of this!
I quickly stopped in my tracks, "Lionel, are the elders from the Western European region inside?"