Vampire Slice Of Life の小説・ストーリー

She slipped past the invisible barrier. Emily gasped, trying to turn, but the vampire was already there. Cold, dead fingers gripped her arm. "Found you," the vampire whispered in her ear. SLASH. Talons raked down Emily’s forearm. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was agonizing. It felt like ice water had been injected into her veins. Emily cried out, clutching her arm. Blood—bright, hot, human blood—spilled onto the snow. The scent hit the vampires like a drug. They groaned, their eyes glazing over with lust.

she snaps, then gives a pitiful attempt at attacking me. She has a letter opener and she slices my leg, hitting a major artery. I nearly collapse but my eye catches the blade of a large paper cutter. I swiftly jerk it off the base and spin with it blade side out. It catches air just as flames dart into the door she stupidly left open. It distracts her long enough for me to jump to meet her near the ceiling. I hear the blade whip through the air and the crack of it hitting her bone. Fresh blood fills the air, but dead blood that only a vampire carries. It sprays all over me and I turn away.

“I can smell your blood already; I might have to keep you alive for a while, until we can find a way out. He said, before he opens his mouth, as his fangs came out looking like snake teeth. As soon as he came down to bite my neck, I put my blade right through his fucking jaw. He Screamed in pain distracting the other vampires enough for Blaze to break one of the vamp’s necks and put his blade in the other guy’s neck. He shifted and ran towards me, I hopped on, let me stop lying I climbed on like a 90-year-old who thought she had Megan knees in her twenties and now regret it. He took off into the colorful jungle full of shit that does more the go bump in the night. Let me tell yall what I’m

That will be all it takes for her to be one of us and adjust quicker. I take a few steps and I stand next to her, I remove the knife from her hands and throw it at Aeneas, hitting his stomach. Viorra's eye widens and Aeneas gasps, then he mocks and overacts a scene, with fake pain and gestures. "He is a vampyr, and amongst his race, he is one of the oldest of his kind... what folklore has told you about vampires is not 100% accurate, but it is close. Normal things like knives and bullets can't kill him." As I say this, he stops overacting and removes the knife, throwing it to the sink. Viorra is still speechless so I continue. "If you feel uncomfortable around him, just say so. Stay with me

As she brought the knife back, the other Vampire grabbed her wrist to stop her from trying to kill the woman. "Sorry, obligations and all that." He said as he twisted her wrist hard. Amira let out a small yell as she released the knife, hearing it hit the ground beside her. She felt his tongue run along her wrist and the slight graze of his fangs, "I can hear your blood rushing in those veins. It's like music to my ears." He sang while her other hand reached down and pulled out another knife. She flipped the knife so the tip of the blade was pointing behind her as she thrusted backward into his thigh. He let out a yell, releasing her wrist and stumbled back while the knife stuck out of his l

I lifted my chin and tried not to fall apart. I crouched here and there to caress the faces of people I knew and cared about. Their bodies were limp, and their eyes were without the spark of life. There were blades frozen in the air, ready to deal a fatal blow—eyes black with a blood rage that scorched men’s souls. Werewolves gripped, ready to be crushed and discarded like trash. Vampires were in the midst of being torn apart by powerful jaws. It was troubling to look at the destruction on the battlefield.

Sonya put her hand on Luka’s grip but the woman vampire was getting stronger than a few nights before. ‘She must have sucked humans’ blood as much as she can…’ Sonya was wincing as she felt hurtful on her neck as if a blade was scratched into her skin to cut it with one slowly moving slice downward and its move was leaving a stream of blood to drip off…

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

I demand, but with a severely unsteady voice. “I told you, Charlie, I’m a vampire. What I am is a big part of your life now.” “My life…my life is normal and boring. Most of my time is spent at Jewish thirteen-year-old boys’ bar mitzvahs. I am an intelligent individual who graduated from a prominent business school and started my career as soon as I had my diploma in hand. My calendar is booked months in advance for my services. I am not meant to be stalked by some crazy freak.” The words desperately roll off my tongue, making me sound naïve as I try to explain my life all while waving the knife around. I’ve always been one to talk with my hands.

He picked grapes and then picked plums for her to eat to soften the spicy taste of the chili, but the more he comforted her, the more she cried and kept shaking her head, making him not know what to do anymore. - Samson, please invite me into your castle. - Maris raised her neck and called out. - Please come in. Samson hurriedly responded to Maris' request and in less than half a second, the female vampire appeared beside the two of them. Maris gasped when she saw the fruit scattered on the grass and Lucasta's red, swollen mouth. She immediately turned to Samson and widened her eyes. - Oh my god, what have you done to Lucasta?