A strange human

Oralie walked slowly back to her room after holding the wine glass in her hand.

She gently grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. Inside, a thousand-year-old vampire was waiting, just waiting to eat, with a hungry stomach from wasting energy.

Selina is sitting on a wooden chair. A while ago, the wooden chair was pulled by her to the window. She seemed to raise her head slightly, looking at the cold moon outside the window. The moonlight gently scattered each ray of light, but could not bring to her eyes even a little warmth, cold intermittently, intermittently and could not leave even a single ray of light on these ash gray eyes, and could not dispel the ashes of that ruined time left in the eyes of this vampire.

Oralie looked at the bloodsucker who had the contemplation in the corner of her eyes, but Oralie couldn't tell what the person was thinking in her head. Maybe she was too hungry, just thinking about when the food would finally arrive.

Just thinking that Oralie burst into laughter. Selina turned her head to look at the other person, and then at the wine glass that was being held in her white hand. But most notably, is still the obnoxious smile on this human's lips. 

What is she laughing at? Selina doesn't understand what this person is thinking in her head. Why is she always smiling? 

Selina slightly lowered her eyes and slightly frowned. This vampire feels a little annoyed.

It seems that, compared to this human's smile, Selina's discomfort comes and goes, even more, absurd than many times.

Therefore, this vampire made a thoughtful, brooding look.

Oralie still looked over and saw the girl sitting there saying nothing, just, her brows furrowed a little. Oralie didn't say anything either and turned back to the table, setting the wine glass firmly on the table. Next, she took out a knife from her body, and quickly and fluently cut a line on her wrist.

Fresh blood flowed out, the red color seeming to stab into the eyeballs, shockingly dazzling. Gradually, the blood became thinner, drop by drop, like the red color of a red rose petal. Selina smelled the fragrance spreading in the air. That sweet scent was a little intoxicating to her, and it kept swirling around, lingering at the tip of her nose, unable to help but make her flutter. 

Selina quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

She already knew that this person was delicious, really delicious. 

Selina knew from the very beginning that this person was delicious. But at most, she should only drink two glasses of blood. If she was greedy, this person would die. Although it was a bit sad that she couldn't drink to her satisfaction, two blood glasses were enough to satisfy her hunger.

In fact, Selina had never hunted humans. Before that, she came from aristocracy. Every day, there were beautiful glasses of blood lying quietly on the table, waiting for her to choose.

 And after the war between humans and vampires happened, her family collapsed to the point of no more. After revenge, Selina fell into a deep sleep. It was possible that she would never wake up.

If this human in front of her didn't come, didn't step into that wet cave, she would probably still lie in that cold coffin, sleeping soundly until the end. These eyes, which will close forever, never open, will never look up at this world, not even one more time.

In that coffin, a magic formation was cast. Even if Selina wakes up, she will be trapped there, and then fall into a deep sleep again. Selina also doesn't know that this person in front of her has used a way to break it, and why it can be broken.

The glasses of blood at this time have been filled, even overflowed. It seems that with just one more drop, the blood surface will immediately break, and the fresh blood will also spill out. Oralie looked at that glass of blood, nodded slightly, then she tilted her head again, and cheerfully said to Selina:

- Drink it quickly, hurry up, it won't taste good after a while.

Selina stood up, gently strode over to the other table, and sat down. She raised her hand and lifted the other glass of wine, slowly enjoying it, as if enjoying a glass of wine. The long slender hand grasped the cup's body. The red substance inside was bright and beautiful. Just now, when she lifted the glass, fresh blood had spilled out a few drops and poured on her hand, Selina looked down at her white hand, but couldn't help but click her tongue in regret. She raised her hand high, reached out the tip of her red tongue, and licked it off. Fresh blood seeps into the tip of the tongue, then flows down the throat, sweet and warm, making it nostalgic.

Oralie looked at the vampire, who seemed to be enjoying blood glasses, and she smiled happily. That smile wavered in the bottom of her eyes, condensed in those blue eyes, like the summer sun passing by, and was gentle like the scattered moonlight. She softly asked the bloodsucker sitting there:

- Sir, would you like to drink more?

Selina is still drinking. She can't help but put the glass down after the last drop of blood in the glass has slipped down her throat. After drinking the fresh blood, her red lips seemed to be redder, more beautiful and brilliant, and more prominent on her pale skin. Selina looked up at the human standing next to her, her ash gray eyes clearly exuding a puzzled expression. She looked at Oralie's bleeding wound, and couldn't help but think of thoughts in her mind.

Why is this human still smiling like that? Does she feel pain?

After drinking that glass of blood, Selina is no longer starving. Although she no longer hungered and thirsted, looking at that human so cheerful, as if just waiting to give her life for her, Selina curled her red lips and said arrogantly:

- One more glass.

This situation is like going to a pub and ordering a glass of wine. The vampire sitting here seems to be a connoisseur of wine, and the human standing there is like a bartender, who is able to condense all the quintessence and then create a drink that makes people fall in love and makes the alcoholic always come back.

Oralie heard those words, seemingly without hesitation. She reached for her hand again and mercilessly slashed her wrist. Fluent movements, no mercy, no hesitation.

Maybe Selina was so hungry before that she couldn't see very well, but now that she looked closely, she could see that this girl's movements were too decisive. She seems not afraid of hurting themselves, not afraid of the pain that surrounds her.

A strange human.

This was not the first human to cut their hand and draw blood in front of Selina, but Oralie was the first to do so seamlessly. Whoever is not afraid of pain, let alone being human, is weak and helpless. Even if it was Selina's brother - a vampire, in the blood cutting ceremony to make her come of age, he couldn't slash his wrist and be as fluent and decisive as the human in front of her.