Chapter 8

The night arrived, and the moonlight illuminating the sky made Adrian stretch both his hands while grinning in front of the hotel window.

"I never thought my spirit would truly rise at night now. What should I do now? Should I go back to hunting for fresh blood and foolish women?" Adrian then clenched his fists and hit the hotel window's side, muttering, "Of course, Foolish!"

Adrian stepped forward to pick up his phone lying on the bed. He stared at the phone intently and muttered, "I don't know why, but I'm hesitant and bored to look at the women on this online dating app; I don't think there will be any virgins left."

Adrian's desperation left him perplexed. The reluctance to seek new prey from dating sites and the needs he had to fulfill became a trap for Adrian.

"Maybe I should look for other entertainment," he mumbled. Adrian then stepped out of the room and headed to the entertainment center in this luxurious hotel located on the twenty-fifth floor.

The atmosphere in the nightclub was still very quiet; Adrian then glanced at his watch. He rolled his eyes and sneered inwardly because he had indeed come too early. The time now was only 9 pm.

However, Adrian didn't retreat; he had already arrived and decided to sit in front of the bar. He ordered a cocktail, then chose a sofa at the end of the bar and brought his ordered drink.

As he walked for a moment, Adrian stopped and looked back, his senses catching a very fresh aroma. He even closed his eyes to absorb the scent coming from the body of a woman who had just entered the bar.

Adrian was spellbound looking at the woman in jeans and a white T-shirt. "I remember, this is the same scent I get every time I'm about to kill a virgin. I think what I desire is here."

The woman seemed to order a drink and sat in front of the bartender's table. Adrian immediately seized the opportunity, abandoning his intention to sit on the sofa; he preferred to approach the woman.

"Can I sit here?" Adrian asked.

The woman turned with a furrowed brow and said, "There's no sign claiming that the seat belongs to someone, right?"

"I was just asking because a beautiful woman like you doesn't seem to come to this club alone."

The woman's response surprised Adrian. Instead of being friendly and providing an answer, she got up, rolled her eyes, and left Adrian behind.

A surge of curiosity roared within Adrian. Besides needing the woman as his victim, he was also curious why she could reject him so easily. It was rare for a woman not to be interested in Adrian's handsomeness.

Adrian watched her steps; she stopped right in front of the sofa Adrian intended to occupy. The woman looked around, and Adrian smiled, approaching her.

"Please, sit. I've paid for this sofa." Adrian stood next to her, smiling.

"What do you want? Are you trying to hit on me? Come on, I came here just to enjoy a drink without being bothered by scoundrels like you," the woman retorted curtly.

"Scoundrel? How do you know I'm a scoundrel? We just met a few minutes ago, haven't even talked, and yet you label me with a negative meaning. It's sad to be me. I just wanted to get to know you; since you arrived, you looked so disheveled, and your face seemed to show that you were facing something significant."

Adrian then sat on the sofa, folded his arms, and stared at the woman, awaiting her response.

"It's none of your business," replied the woman with long sleeves. She then turned her body and headed back to the bartender's table.

Adrian sighed deeply and muttered, "You'll fall into my arms; don't be too arrogant."

Adrian's full glass quickly emptied. Adrian's eyes then focused on the woman, staring at her continuously without blinking. Of course, he could do this after becoming a vampire.

The technique seemed to work; the woman glanced at Adrian several times. Adrian didn't stop; he raised his hand to her. He still maintained his trick until, after staring at her for ten minutes, success came.

The woman got up from her chair and approached Adrian. She came with an annoyed face and said, "What do you want now?"

"Introduce ourselves, talk, spend the night. Is that interesting for you? If you're bored, I'd like to hear something else from you so we can agree to get closer. You're intriguing," replied Adrian.

The woman squinted her eyes, chuckled with a mocking expression, "Men like you make me feel foolish. Maybe if we had met two years ago, I would have been very happy and would have given my entire body to you. Physically, you're handsome, perfect. But now, I don't need that; I just need a large amount of money. I won't talk about my problems or get to know someone who I think can't solve what I'm facing. So, sorry, I won't get to know you."

The woman was about to walk away, but Adrian stood up and grabbed her hand. "Tell me how much money you need. And why do you look down on me so much? Do I look like a poor man? I don't think so."

"I often see men like you who only want a woman's body, but your pockets are small, your wallets are empty. You only rely on your looks, even tend to target wealthy women to support you. My bad luck is not having a voluptuous body with big breasts and buttocks, which are usually favored by wealthy men to be their sex slaves. That's it."

Adrian let go of her hand and asked again, "You haven't answered my question, how much money do you need?"

"One million dollars!" the woman replied curtly.

Adrian nodded slowly. He then took out his phone and showed a financial app. There, a sum of money that belonged to Adrian was visible.

The woman's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open. Adrian brought his face close to her ear and whispered, "How about it? One million dollars is a small amount for me, right?"

The woman extended her hand to Adrian and said, "I'm Jenna."