Mysterious

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- Why do you look so mysterious, Brawen? You look so beautiful, smile a little.

He was grinning like a madman behind him, making her even more irritated.

- What's the point of taking me out to this hall, you stinking Vampire?!

Trying to tug at her skirt with her face like a ripe tomato, she didn't understand at all, about both his and her sister's attitude.

- Don't be so grumpy, Ireabas! - She whispered constantly. - Really! When you dress up, you look brilliant like a dignified and beautiful princess, that's not wrong, but etiquette like this is...

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- ... no - reached - okay!!

- WHAT HELL DO I NEED PERSONALITY TO COMPETE WITH THE Vampire's Feast!! - Screaming in rage, she rushed to her sister with wild, bloodthirsty eyes. - GO DIE NOW!!!

She, apparently calm, didn't even move an inch.

[ Pop. ]

( !? )

With a punch, strong but very quick in the middle of the stomach, I made her shut up immediately!

- What...?! - Falling down and spitting blood out of her mouth, she felt the fiery murderous aura radiating from her sister. - What?!

- ...

Exactly three seconds later, he returned to his senses and she woke up from her madness.

- Are you okay or not?!? - Both he was hurrying to run and you standing right there all said in unison. - Really!!

- GET ME OUT!!!

It hurt a lot, but she was very stubborn, didn't want to receive any help, swatted his hand that was trying to reach out to pull her up.

She stood up, dusting herself off, frowning.

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The night wind blew hard right in this large, but still empty, great hall, and the silence that was absolutely terrifying stretched on forever between the three of them... no, in the middle of one's conversation. Humans and two Vampires are, indeed, terrible.

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She appeared indifferently staring at her, at her expression, he could only raise his eyes to look at her like that, but it was with a pair of worried, sad, deep eyes. and extreme pain and disappointment.

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After a while, not knowing what to think, she quietly turned on her heel and left.

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She and him were left in the poisonous windy cage hall.

Still silent.

He looked at her without blinking, squinting thoughtfully as if trying to see through her, really wanted to know what she was thinking.

She stood still, her heart filled with a complex array of emotions that, it seemed, a long time ago, she no longer expressed them outwardly.

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- Brawen. - He was the one who broke that uncomfortable atmosphere first. - I think you should go apologize to her.

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- Brawen...

- NO!!

( !)

And she quickly left too. Don't forget to slam the door angrily.

But that was after she had looked back at him standing in the back with a thick murderous aura that was constantly emitting, and also after tearing off the elaborate skirt, as a challenge, throwing to the side, deliberately provocative indifference.

To someone's surprise.

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And, now she was trying to run for her life and death along a long, tangled corridor that was no different from the labyrinth in this vast castle.

The wounds, big and small, kept throbbing incessantly.

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Wear. Run all.

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Where is she running to?

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Don't know.

Are you going to run away from the outside?

No!

Not yet.

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Quickly wiping the sweat that was running down her forehead, she was still hot, because of the pain and fatigue, she cried out clearly through the dry corner of her throat:

- Definitely. Definitely, I have to find that knife first!!

And, she won't go anywhere until she gets her hands on "that inseparable thing".

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With her hands on the wall, breathing heavily, her legs were still standing in that seemingly endless corridor.

- What the hell is wrong with this house?! I ran everywhere looking for her but couldn't find her anywhere!!

She, who had been running through so many rooms, had no locks, and no lights. No one is inside.

She was glad she didn't see him, or her sister, chasing her. And bother.

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I was picking up my spirit and was about to continue running to find it when...

[ clack . ]

( !! )

The door of the room closest to her, with no lights on, suddenly opened!

And... - Um!!

She was instantly pressed against the wall with a tremendous repulsion!

( !? )

She hadn't had time to hear anything, nor had time to recover, when someone's hand held her mouth tightly.

- Ah!

A strange voice sounded right next to her ear, causing her to panic and fly away.

- It's delicious...!!

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The small wet tongue kept brushing against her white neck, along with the warm, gentle breath that unconsciously blew in, making her whole body, for some reason, tremble.

- ...

She clearly saw the person in front of her.

Blonde hair, that beautiful shimmering metallic color, looked a lot like him, but not him. Shorter and a bit fuller, but that doesn't make it worse. The face is delicate and sharp, but it looks too extravagant, immediately reminiscent of a sophisticated playboy and debauchery, otherwise, it must be a skilled Gypsy.

He looked at her, licking his lips lustfully, an elegant smile on his lips, deadly seductive.

- You're so pretty!!

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- Is that Ireabas Brawen's name?

( !? )

- Look, look...! - He laughed again. - Ara ara, look at me. There's no need to be so scared, baby...

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( This guy...!! What is he talking about?! Scared?! Who?! I... I'm not scared!!! )

- I smell so good!! - Leaning close to her neck, he inhaled her gentle scent. - The goods onii choose are different ha!

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- Hey, Brawen, can I have some blood, please?

( !? )

She immediately resisted, but to no avail. Her strength is already no match for Vampires, and over here is still weak, she has absolutely no chance of rejecting him.

- Ireabas Brawento, nice to meet you!

And before she could react any more, his fangs were dug deep into her soft skin!

- Ugh!!

He held her mouth tightly, determined not to let her scream.

He continuously sucked on the strong fishy liquid lustfully, sometimes letting go just to exclaim:

- It's delicious!

- So delicious!

- It's great!

- Hey Brawen, why is your taste so perfect?

And once again stuck her fangs in the same place, causing her great pain.

- ... - She burst into tears. The whole body was exhausted.

- Can you give me more...

[ Pop!! ]

He was punched far away, clutching his face in pain and writhing on the cold ground.

- Brawen!! - Someone just called her name.

She pulled away, and felt a strong but incredibly warm arm support her limp body lovingly.

- Brawen, are you okay?!

- You... - She could only whisper. - Why do you...

He hugged her tightly, his face filled with worry.

- It's okay, Brawen.

And she fainted, inside, for some reason, feeling very...

... assurance...

...and relieved.