Desire on the other side of blood

When that crescent moon rises, the whole world seems to come alive suddenly.

Whether it is a crowded street or a deserted alley, all the lights are lit up one by one.The bright light shone on the wet ground, causing large swaths of yellowish halo.

The world of vampires is beyond my imagination as a human being.

I stood at the entrance of the street, looking at a building with a top that seemed to go straight into the sky, and looked down at the note in my hand again.

101 Catherine Ave.I'm sure I'm looking in the right place.This thin, small and pointed house is the home of Countess Liana that Modo said can accommodate 2000 people at the same time, and it is the place where the blood feast is held today.

The big black clock in the depths of the street slowly rang six times, and the banquet began.

When I entered, I was almost dazzled by the splendor inside as soon as I opened the gorgeous and heavy door.

The hall was full of people coming and going.Men wear formal gowns, top hats, and canes; ladies wear round hats, gauze gloves, and skirts with low collars and large skirts.

The fast-paced waltz music sounded, and some men invited their favorite women down the dance floor, embracing and dancing.

I looked down at my clothes.A white high-necked shirt, a black bow tie, a tight black jacket with a button missing from one cuff.It's naturally incomparable with those formal dresses, but it is said that this is already my, uh, Kairos's best set of clothes.

Although there are some people like me in the hall, in general, this is still a dinner party belonging to the upper class.

The gap between the rich and the poor exists in any society, and the blood clan society is the same.

My stomach began to protest again. I looked around and found that there were no other edible things on the tables covered with red flannel around the hall except goblets and bottles containing bright red liquid suspected to be wine. .

sky!I don't want to drink on an empty stomach!

He randomly found a sofa in the corner and sat down, and saw Mo Duo appearing at the gate with a lady from afar.The lady was holding his arm and seemed to be whispering something in his ear. Mo Duo looked around, apparently looking for someone.

Just as he was about to get up, he accidentally bumped into a person, and the red liquid in that person's hand spilled all over his body.

"Ah, my skirt." It was a lady's voice.

"Sorry!" I quickly took out my handkerchief.

"This is the dress I just wore today..." the lady complained softly, and her voice stopped abruptly when she saw my face.

"This gentleman looks very unfamiliar, is this the first time attending a banquet?" The lady covered her mouth and said with a light smile.

"Yes, beautiful lady." I kissed her black gloved hand.

A beautiful lady indeed.Brown curly and thick long hair, red eyes, pale skin, gorgeous face.She wore a wide-brimmed round hat with soft down, and a low-cut, tunic dress exuded a lazy and seductive atmosphere.

"Miss Shakira!" At this moment, a man who looked like a servant came over, "The black flame you want."

"Please give this gentleman a glass too, thank you." Shakira picked up a goblet on the tray in the man's hand.The bright red liquid in the cup is like her red eyes and red nails, bright and transparent, yet coquettish and depraved.

"Black flame. 70.00% eight's blood plus [-]% tomato juice, I hope you like it."

"Tomato juice?" I shook the red liquid in my hand, feeling a little surprised.Can I drink this kind of thing?

"Now blood resources are scarce, and His Majesty has strictly prohibited the use of living blood as raw materials, so..." Shakira shrugged, her tone somewhat helpless.

I looked at the wine glass, and suddenly my mouth started to dry up.That's right, I actually forgot, I'm already a vampire now...

"Hehe, Your Majesty is really kind." I said, although I have no idea who this Majesty is.

I tried to take a sip, and the taste of blood mixed with the sour taste of tomato juice spread in my mouth and fell into my stomach. My hungry body seemed to be full of energy and started to be active again.

I asked for another glass.

"The stamina of this black flame is very strong..." Shakira approached suddenly, put the empty goblet in my hand on the window sill, took off the gloves and slowly rubbed my chest.

In many cases, a lady and a slut are only one step away.

Her high, firm breasts are pressed against mine, her half-revealed cleavage is intriguing, and what grabs my full attention is a red rose tattoo on her left breast.

"Really?" I smiled, and put my arms around her waist, "This tattoo is very suitable for you, miss."

"Thank you for the compliment. Wensley's craftsmanship is well-known throughout the Hermons area." She said with a charming smile.

The light in the hall suddenly dimmed, and the rhythm of the music became much slower.There was a high-pitched, joyful scream from among the crowd dancing on the dance floor.

As if stimulated by that voice, the originally peaceful and peaceful atmosphere changed in an instant.A strong smell of blood began to waft in the air.

Under the dim light, sharp fangs, bright red liquid, painful and joyful groans, entangled crowd - this is the real life of the blood race.

For some unknown reason, a longing began to arise deep in his body—a longing for blood.

Shakira blinked her eyes, turned her head sideways, revealing her beautiful neck covered by her long hair.

Without the slightest hesitation, I opened my mouth and bit down.

"Oh..." She moaned softly next to my ear, and I swallowed the gushing blood, but it still couldn't satisfy me.

Maybe it was because of too much force, fresh blood flowed down her snow-white neck, and big coquettish flowers bloomed on her chest.On the left chest, the rose soaked in blood looks even more charming.

This feeling of wanting to die is really like making love.

But not enough... not enough... want more...

The tightly fitted body was suddenly pulled apart by a strong force.

"You will suck all her blood." A voice with a faint smile sounded above the head, "Please take Miss Shakira to rest." The owner of the voice said to an attendant.

"Yes, Count Trenz."

What I could see vaguely was a tall man.The man was wearing a white tuxedo, with short silver hair and deep green eyes. He looked about 30 years old.

"Have I seen you somewhere, sir?" The man glanced at me, put his hand on the brim of his hat, and said with a smile.