19. Sleep, Little Girl

The bald one struck an attack on her stomach while the other one held her neck captive. Their fangs bared, and eyes glowed red as the sweetest aroma of Nevea's blood invaded their nostrils. They were confident that Nevea was one of those who had high-quality blood, one that tasted heavenly.

"I don't know your problem with that woman, but I will give you quick death after tasting your blood." The man with hair styled in a bun said.

Nevea spit at his face; anger was palpable on her face. "I am not going to die. It's you." After saying that, she planted her blade on the vampire's neck, stabbing him repeatedly without mercy. Blood spurred to her face, yet she did not mind. Her goal was clear; she wanted the man before her to fall on her feet.

The bald man was angered at Nevea's action. He jumped on her and slapped her cheeks, worsening Nevea's small wound on her lips; fresh blood flowed from the injury.

"How dare you, human!" The bald man yelled. He eyed his partner lying on the ground