Starve

Oralie sat up a little annoyed, and before opening the window, she quickly collected the displeasure on her face and asked anxiously:

- Sir, what happened? Can't you sleep?

Selina shook her head slightly, those ash gray eyes still looking straight at her, and affirmatively replied:

- A vampire doesn't need sleep.

But humans need sleep.

But humans need sleep!

At this moment, Oralie really wanted to shout at this vampire, that she needed to sleep, she needed sleep. But then, Oralie took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and swallowed the scream that hadn't come out of her mouth yet. She calmly asked Selina:

- Sir, What were you knocking for? Did you have something to say to me?

Selina turned upside down, and became a sitting position on a tree branch. She lowered her eyelids, looked down, and said seriously:

- I'm hungry.

Hearing this sentence, Oralie was a bit dumbfounded, but couldn't help but feel very right. After such a long sleep, it was obvious that the vampire would consume a lot of energy, she should have let this person in front of her suck blood as soon as she got out of the coffin after the contract was completed. She shouldn't have let this vampire wait until now.

She must have been starving after such a long time.

Thinking of this, Oralie immediately pulled down the shoulder of her shirt and said softly:

- You are welcome. Sir Clayden, please eat. Have a really good meal!

Selina jumped from the tree branch, and jumped into the window, but then, had no intention of going forward to suck blood. She looked at that white shoulder. Under the pale moonlight shining, this shoulder was light like a pearl. Even the slender neck in front of the eyes, also exudes a sweet, extremely seductive scent, making people fall in love. However, she did not have any emotion to bite it, then sucked on that sweet blood. It was true that she wanted to eat it, but she did not want to bite this human’s neck.

Selina slightly shook her head and said nonchalantly:

- Not like this.

Oralie laughed. The corners of her pink lips lifted slightly, her blue eyes gradually became sparkling, and her eyes fluttered in waves. She continued, in words mixed with some surprise:

- Oh, Sir Clayden, You are shy?

Selina looked down at the other person like she was looking at an idiot. Her beautiful face was filled with an expression of arrogance and conceit:

- Human, what stupid thing are you talking about? How can a vampire like me be shy in front of a human like you? Don't put gold on your face. I mean, not like this. You should take a knife yourself and cut your wrist.

The astonishment in Oralie's beautiful eyes grew even more intense, and she asked in astonishment:

- Sir, Why do I have to? No, no... It's just, that I don't get it. Sir, do you not want to bite directly? Well, don't worry, vampires have lost their ability to infect. I'm not going to be a vampire.

Selina's face grew even more scornful, but in that disdain, there was a hint of upset:

- You think I don't know that basic thing? Do you think I'm stupid? It's just that I don't want to bite you. Could it be that you don't feel dirty? Blood and saliva will cover your neck! And biting directly on a human neck looks like it lacks aristocracy. I want human blood to be poured into a wine glass. I'm a noble vampire!

When Oralie heard that her face was becoming more and more confused, she couldn't help but ask curiously:

- So how did you eat before, Sir Clayden? If you don't bite, then how can you suck human blood? How do you force humans to cut the blood into a wine glass?

Selina raised her red lips, her face full of mockery, which in her ash gray eyes was also an irrepressible mockery:

- Why do you think I need to force? No need to force them, I used the money to buy blood. Humans can sell hearts, livers, lungs, eyeballs,... even their relatives. Glasses of blood are nothing to them. As long as you have money, you can buy everything.

Hearing this, Oralie lowered her eyes slightly, and in those blue eyes, there seemed to be smoke flowing again. The phantom, again flickering softly in the eyes, sang a song that made people fall.

Oralie replied softly, her voice as soft as a sigh:

- Sir, You're right. Now, I'll go and find you a wine glass. Your meal will be available shortly.

After that, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room, as if she was running away. She went to the landlady to get a wine glass, and even tried to find something a little more upscale. After getting the wine glass, Oralie let out a small sigh. She took the wine glass and returned to the room.