Vampire’s Special Blend (1)

Lately, the frequency of Ewan’s visits has been a bit strange.

After the first time he visited at night, he didn’t come to play with you for about a week.

A week later, Ewan started visiting you in the evening, or when the moon was high in the sky.

At night, he talked more than during the day, was a bit more lively, but what remained unchanged was that he still took very good care of you.

Later, he would appear during the day, and then come again at night.

This pattern of meetings continued for several days.

You would see Ewan when you woke up from a lazy sleep, and you would still see him before and after dinner.

Your time was no longer enough, so you expressed it directly.

In the evening, just like the past few days, Ewan brought fresh food to share with you.

Lately, he had been bringing types of fish you had rarely eaten.

You were distracted while eating, your absent-minded expression impossible to hide.
After swallowing a bite of fish, you rinsed your hand in the seawater and spoke to Ewan.

“Why do you come at night too?”

He had cut the fish into suitable pieces.
Hearing this question, his hand paused for a moment, then he continued to offer it to you.

“You don’t want to see me?” he asked in return.

You weren’t one for being polite, so you subconsciously voiced your thoughts:

“I can also be by myself.”

Your vocabulary wasn’t rich enough yet, and you couldn’t use it very appropriately.
This answer sounded like you were agreeing with everything he meant.

In reality, you just wanted to express that you also needed your own time.

Seeing that you weren’t touching the remaining fish, Tolan lowered his eyes and said nothing, but a strange annoyance grew in his heart.

‘Why did you have to ask me that?’
‘Did you say the same thing when my brother came to see you?’

He looked up at you from below, trying his best to smile gently at you from this angle, and answered, “I can’t sleep at night.”

Then he reached out to clean up the remaining food.
You saw the wounds on his hand again.
They had healed well, leaving only faint scars.

Ewan seemed to be angry.
He became a bit quiet after that and left not long after.

Did today end on a bad note?

You didn’t know either.

In the deep sea, Tolan returned to his nest.

Ewan initially thought that Tolan was being willful because of their previous argument, so he deliberately staggered his schedule to avoid him.

He asked Tolan, “Where did you go?”

Tolan had no intention of having a serious conversation.
He just looked at him and suddenly laughed, “Of course, to do what I want to do.”

Ewan had a vague, uneasy premonition.

Tolan didn’t linger.
He brushed past him and entered his own space.

He only left a single sentence in Ewan’s ear.

“What are you worried about?”

At this moment, what were you worried about?

You were feeling unwell, unable to tell if it was an allergy or food poisoning.

Perhaps it was the completely unfamiliar fish you ate tonight.

Your cheeks were flushed a deep pink, your body was weak, and your head was very dizzy.

The moon appeared at the right time, its light bringing a cool sensation that seemed to alleviate your symptoms somewhat.

You turned your body, swam to the shore, and lay on your back on the sand, planning to soak up some more of it.

Unfortunately, your luck today was really bad.

You had no strength to move, and your consciousness was a bit hazy.
You stared at the moon.

The moon had turned red again.

The power brought by the red moonlight was too overwhelming.
You couldn’t absorb it all.
Your jiaoren pearl leaped from your slightly open mouth, but it could only block a portion of it for you.

The moonlight on your body felt like boiling water.
You couldn’t escape it.
Your whole body became scorching hot, and your fishtail began to ache from the exposure.

You were so unlucky.
How could you have forgotten to ask Ewan what was up with this damn moon?

‘Will I be baked into a giant fish jerky?’

This was your last thought before you passed out.

The blood moon hung high in the sky.

Lorken descended from the air onto the beach.
His red velvet shirt was more dazzling than the moon, wrapping around the vampire’s broad shoulders and narrow waist.
A black cloak concealed half of this brilliance.

He walked towards his target on the beach, the you he had found once again.

Your eyes were tightly shut, and you were twisting unconsciously in pain.

Lorken’s fingertips landed on the clasp at his shoulder.
He unfastened his cloak.
He knelt down, intending to shield you from the moonlight.

A sharp pain shot through your fishtail.
You rolled away in agony, a rare layer of sweat beading on your forehead.
A faint, elegant fragrance emanated, very light, very subtle, requiring a keen sense of smell to discern.

Lorken’s movements paused.

Under the moonlight, your fishtail gradually transformed before his eyes, revealing the outline of two legs.
The scales receded one by one, revealing fair skin.
They were a pair of legs truly no different from a human’s.

As white as jade, long and straight.

You were wrapped in the cloak again.
This cloak seemed to truly be able to block the red moonlight.
Your pain was eased, and you fell back into unconsciousness.

It was delicate, smooth.

Lorken’s hand slipped under your knees and he picked you up.
The fleeting touch lingered on his fingertips, a novel sensation that stirred his emotions.
His blood-red eyes flickered, a hint of obsession emerging.

When you opened your eyes, you saw a magnificent bed canopy, a vibrant red velvet quilt, and the silky nightgown you were wearing.

And the beautiful legs under the nightgown.

Legs.

Huh?
Legs??

Where was your tail??

Your body was still hot.
You suspected you were dreaming.

Perhaps your real self was already on the verge of being baked into a giant fish jerky by the strange moonlight.

Everything now was just a beautiful dream at the end of your life.

In a daze, you got out of bed.
You hadn’t walked in a long time, and your steps were unsteady.
You saw a full-length mirror in the corner and walked towards it like a wandering soul.

The mirror, taller than a person, was smooth and dustless.
You met the eyes of another you.

A beautiful face, looking at you with surprise.
Nothing had changed much, except your tail had turned into legs.

Your fingernails were round and full, just like when you were human, completely harmless.

You could still feel your jiaoren pearl.
You tried, and your nails could still grow long at will, as sharp as when you hunted prey.

You opened your mouth and looked at your teeth in the mirror.

White and neat, just no longer sharp.

You reached up to touch your teeth.
The sharp nail on your index finger, which you hadn’t retracted, slid up from the tip of your nose, creating a cut.
A bead of blood immediately appeared.

So it wasn’t a dream.

It had been a while since you’d been injured.
The pain from the wound reminded you that everything before you was real.

So why were you here?
And with legs.

At this moment, you didn’t have the energy to figure out the answer.
Your condition was really not right.

Your body no longer ached from the heat, but a tingling sensation spread from your heart to your fingertips.

A knock sounded on the heavy, carved wooden door.

Lorken had thought that he was just awakened by your song, mesmerized by your voice, and so he had followed the desire deep in his heart to find you.
He had plenty of time for that.

But when he first saw you, touched your skin.

A novel, electric-like numbness surged through his limbs.
This was the first time in his long life that he had felt his body clamoring.

To touch you, to embrace you.

To receive your affection and comfort.

As if he were the one stranded on the beach, gasping for breath, needing not air, but the moisture of water.

He was a little confused, but unable to resist.

When you woke up, he paused before the door, until the scent of blood filled his nostrils.

The door was opened directly.
This was the first time you had seen Lorken.

He was too magnificent.
The blood-red shirt was vibrant, his black hair tied back like ink.
The intense clash of colors was merely his backdrop.

His expression was faint, his skin pale, but his eyes were now blazing, looking at you.

Facing a stranger in such an unfamiliar place, your brain felt a little deprived of oxygen.
You had no alert reaction.

A bead of blood dripped from the tip of your nose to your collarbone, then slid into your nightgown, the red absorbed and spreading.

“Who are you?”

You heard your own voice, which, though not loud, reverberated in your numb mind.

The next second, your chin was lifted by pale fingertips.

A cold sensation on the tip of your nose, the wound was being gently sucked.

Then, a wet feeling gently moved downwards, the coldness spreading along the bloodstain.
Lips, chin, collarbone.

A faint, subtle fragrance drifted from your body.
You even found the other’s cool lips a bit comfortable.

You felt the person in front of you stop moving and lift their head, looking into your hazy eyes and saying to you, “# is your @+#+.”

Is your what?
Couldn’t understand.
It was a word you hadn’t learned yet.

‘Still haven’t had enough lessons, need to add more classes.’

You stared at the opening and closing red lips in front of you, thinking.

A vampire who had rarely lost self-control.

The sweet blood touched the tip of his tongue.
Lorken went against his instincts, not wanting to use force, only gently licking to stop the bleeding, then unsatisfactorily cleaning up the remaining bloodstains.

Without receiving any resistance, Lorken restrained himself and raised his head, meeting a pair of mist-filled eyes, the corners wet.

A faint fragrance emanated again.

Lorken smiled slightly.

“Perhaps, your mating season has arrived.”

You raised your hand, your nails no longer sharp, and imitated his action, lifting his chin.
Your fingers climbed up, pinching his red lips.

If you could understand this sentence, you would definitely think he was talking nonsense.

You hadn’t even fully decided on a gender, how could you be in heat?

On a clear day, Ewan, as usual, went to the reef beach you loved to linger on to find you.

But you were gone.

He swam a large circle around your territory, but found no trace.

Perhaps you had gone somewhere on a whim.
You had never promised to meet every day.

It was just that you were too much of a salted fish, not one for moving, so as long as he came over, he could basically find you every time.

Ewan only now realized that when you disappeared without a word, he had no way to find you.
There was no bond between you.

Until he reached the last small patch of sand.

It was the most hidden beach, one you rarely came to.

But now it was different.
There was an extremely faint fragrance lingering by the sea.

The scent was transmitted from his sense of smell to Ewan’s brain, resonating with his body’s instincts.

Your mating season had indeed arrived.