He shivered, quickly slapped some money on the bar, and said, "I'll cover your drink. I really feel sorry for you." After that, he slipped out of the bar.
Who would have thought that striking up a conversation could save me the cost of a drink? Losing that expensive baron ring was a huge loss. If only I hadn't returned it to him, but it's too late for regrets now!
I pushed the money on the bar to the bartender, finished the remaining drink in my glass, and was about to leave when I caught a glimpse of a strikingly familiar figure on the dance floor out of the corner of my eye.
Upon closer inspection, she looked different, especially with that blue wig contrasting against her pale, delicate face, making her look overly seductive. She wore a fiery red halter dress that revealed a large expanse of her snow-white back, and her long, beautiful legs were fully on display.
A strong, handsome man had his arm around her waist, and they were pressed tightly together, swaying slowly as if immersed in the wild music, or perhaps just in the pleasure of their physical contact. He kissed her earlobe and neck, and she leaned her head back on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around him... The lingering ambiguity between them was so thick it seemed almost suffocating.
I ordered another drink, leaned against the bar, and idly played a mobile game while keeping an eye on them.
After the song ended, she smiled seductively, hooked her arm around the man's neck, and they left the bar together.
I quickly followed, but then I sensed someone watching me from behind. It felt like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind—and I was undoubtedly the mantis!
From the eerie chill in the air, I could tell it was a blood-sucker.
I glanced back but saw no one. Could it be Lionel?
No, if he were following me, he would do so openly!
It was more likely to be Count Kenneth, probably eager to capture me to fulfill his mission. Failing to catch Bevis, the "Dark Night Envoy" who struck fear into the hearts of vampires, capturing his sister would still count as an achievement.
But could he really catch me? What a fool, overestimating himself!
I closed my eyes, using the water vapor in the air to sense the other's position, only to find that they were standing about ten meters behind me, even though there was clearly no one there... Could it really be Lionel? But other blood-suckers could also turn invisible.
To protect myself from an attack, I silently concentrated my energy, determined to freeze them in place.
I followed the couple closely as they turned into a dark alley.
I stopped at the entrance of the alley, carefully leaning against the wall. I could hear the man's low gasps and the sound of kissing, followed by the woman's coquettish giggles turning into soft, uncontrollable moans. Then came the man's startled cry, "Damn it, your teeth and eyes..."
I rushed in, the stench from the trash bins hitting me like a wall, making me gag. I covered my nose and coldly snapped, "Ada, let him go!"
Yes, this woman was once my good friend from the Saturday restaurant, and besides Judy, she was one of the few friends I had left.
"Ha..." Under the streetlight, her seductive red lips were as bright as blood. She greedily stuck out her tongue, licked the man's neck, and exhaled sharply before turning her head sharply toward me. Her blood-red eyes gleamed brightly as she yanked off the blue wig, revealing her shoulder-length blonde hair. "Margie?!"
The man she was choking trembled in fear.
"It's me! Ada, let him go!" I softened my tone and slowly approached her. "Ada, we're good friends. You're a kind girl. Can you not do this? It's clear he only came with you because he likes you."
"I'm hungry. I haven't eaten in two days, and he has plenty of blood... I'm starving!" As she spoke, she viciously lunged at the man's neck again.
That word again—damn "hunger"!
"Stop! Ada, you can go to the vampire supermarket and buy synthetic blood to satisfy your hunger! Please, can you let him go?"
"Synthetic blood? That stuff is just a snack!" she growled lowly, then hurled the man against the opposite wall, knocking him out cold.
I hadn't expected an ordinary vampire to be so strong!
"Margie, don't provoke me. I'm hungry! I'm hungry! I hate it when people lecture me while I'm starving!"
As she spoke, she suddenly seemed to notice something and rushed toward me, clearly driven by her sense of smell. "Margie, your blood... your blood is so sweet! If I bring you back to my master, he'll be very pleased."
"Ada, I'm your good friend!" I quickly stepped back.
"Ghosts are your friends! Don't play innocent with me. You know I'm a vampire, so what's the point of talking about friendship? I just want your blood! Margie... come here, darling, I need your blood!" She narrowed her eyes, slowly approaching me step by step, her blood-red eyes half-closed, her voice low and hypnotic.
Luckily, that trick didn't work on me.
"Ada, snap out of it. I'm your good friend. Let me take you to a safe place, okay? You'll be free from your master and live happily! Didn't you always like Bevis? I'll take you to him, okay?" At that moment, I truly hoped love was a universal cure.
"Shut up!" She quickly reached out to grab my neck.
Sss... A puff of white smoke and the smell of burning rose from my neck. She screamed and let go, stepping back three paces. "Silver?! You never wear jewelry, you bitch!" Her burned hand was a bloody mess, but it healed at an unnatural rate.
She still remembered my habits?
"Heh... I just started liking silver jewelry, Ada. Come with me. Your master is just using you."
She didn't respond, instead turning and kicking toward my chest.
I leaned back quickly, grabbed her leg, and using all my strength, swung her body away. It wasn't just vampires who were strong—I, the great Margie, had power too!
Her delicate body crashed into the lamppost at the alley entrance and thudded heavily to the ground.
I ran over to the unconscious man and lightly tapped his face a couple of times. He groggily came to.