Myrtle fainted.
As she collapsed, her frail body was caught by another slender figure. Luna Kindred held her gently. Though there was no light, her pupils were a soft, bewitching crimson, exceptionally clear.
"Very well."
She was about to go on a killing spree.
Luna Kindred's fangs were highly venomous. Bloodsucking caused drastic genetic mutations and, in most cases, death. She had no desire to cause any fatalities, so she could only use a syringe and straw to complete the blood-drawing process.
"Good, go to sleep like this. You won't feel any pain..."
And so the night passed.
The sun was already high when Myrtle awoke in her own bed. An indescribable weakness washed over her, and she abruptly collapsed back down.
"Ah..." A blush suddenly spread across her face. Shyly, she hugged her pillow and hid her little head behind it. Her expression could not be seen, but she was surely delighted and sweetly happy, like a girl in the throes of first love.
"That Vampire... no, how could I call her a Vampire? That was what a vampire was supposed to be like—elegant and mysterious. I was so stupid to think all Vampires were like Miss Warfarin and Miss Closure..."
Myrtle climbed up and looked in the mirror. Seeing no bite marks on her chest, she could not help feeling a little disappointed.
There was a tiny puncture wound on her arm, however, and that immediately brightened her mood.
"Biting my arm... how gentle..."
Myrtle wanted to share her joy with others, yet she also wanted to bury it in her heart. She had never experienced such conflicted feelings before.
She thought of the trashy romance movie she had watched yesterday.
She understood a little now.
"I should still report it. She'll definitely need to feed again. Otherwise...