Chapter 42: The Vampire’s Prey (42p2)
“She’s found us.”
One person said with pleasure.
“Look, so this is what Miss Yu looks like when she’s not weak and pitiful. Such a cold face. Even more exciting.”
In the magnificent, spacious room, melodious classical music was playing. Dozens of young people were holding wine glasses, eagerly watching the surveillance monitor.
“This is the consequence of defying Old Master Xue. I’m really looking forward to seeing the look of despair on that arrogant face. It must be very beautiful…”
Crash!
A wine glass was thrown to the ground.
Xie Zhenye’s gaze was cold and fierce. “Shut your mouth and your brain.”
“…”
“Hey, what are you acting so high and mighty for?” the young master, who had lost face, grumbled. “You’ve seen this kind of hunt before, haven’t you? What, did falling in love make you soft?”
Meeting his sharp eyes, the young master froze, then forced himself to say:
“If you have the guts to throw a tantrum here, you might as well go to the school board. They’re watching too, and I’m sure what they’re saying is even uglier. Go and shut them up.”
A cold scoff.
Xie Zhenye slowly strode over, his presence intensely oppressive. He cracked his knuckles. “Don’t worry. Your old man won’t escape either.”
Amidst the screams, Xie Yanchuan lifted his cold eyes and looked at the slightly smaller oil painting on the wall.
“Old Master Xue, there’s no need to go to such lengths.”
“It’s not that simple,” the old voice sneered. “The real show is yet to come.”
***
Midnight.
Thump!
The vampire who had been knocked out with a crowbar hit the ground.
Turning around, she looked at the five girls who were waiting behind her, their eyes shining. They were all wearing pearl-white uniform dresses, and they were all the same height and build.
—It was clear that the school board had found people based on her figure.
She took the notebook and pen that one of them handed her and scribbled:
[Your turn. Practice.]
The girls immediately took out their ropes and rushed forward to tie up the unconscious, tall blood-race member. Then, they worked together to carry him to the women’s restroom and lock him in.
Facing the girls’ ‘praise me’ expressions, she nodded and gave them a thumbs-up.
Just then, the school’s broadcast system blared through the teaching building:
“Another reminder: All students must remain in their dormitories and not go outside. Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences.”
The female announcer’s voice was exceptionally cold, no longer bothering to hide.
A glint flashed in her eyes.
It was said that this Old Master Xue had been in a deep sleep for many years and had rarely appeared. It was unclear why he had suddenly awakened. The vampire academy, now under his control, was like a fig leaf had been torn away, revealing its dark, ferocious interior.
She had a feeling that things were not that simple…
Her expression was grave. She flipped back a few pages in the notebook and showed the full page to the girls again:
[If you encounter danger, don’t worry about me. Run. Hide in the nearest women’s restroom where we’ve locked up the vampires. They are wary of each other and will ignore the strange scent on us. After I’ve dealt with the danger, I will come and find you.]
The girls nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
Suddenly, her ears twitched.
She made a shushing gesture to the girls, then pressed her ear to the main door of the restroom, listening carefully—
A footstep was approaching. Although the person was deliberately trying to be quiet, she could still tell that it was a tall, large man.
She gripped the crowbar.
The person seemed completely unaware that there were several ‘prey’ hiding in the locked women’s restroom and was about to pass by.
But things did not go as planned. The vampire who had been locked in a stall by the girls suddenly woke up and began to struggle frantically.
The footsteps paused, stopping outside the restroom door.
Her gaze sharpened. She pulled open the door and swung the crowbar.
A gust of wind.
The person’s eyes widened.
Her gaze froze—it wasn’t a vampire.
Just as the crowbar was about to split his head open, she flipped her wrist and, at the last second, tilted it. The cold, hard end of the crowbar grazed his nose and slammed into the wall.
Crack, crack!
A heart-stopping crack spread.
The person sucked in a breath and jumped back two steps, escaping.
His horrified gaze looked her up and down. He lowered his voice. “You, you, you—!”
At this moment, her skirt was torn and stained with a large amount of blood. She was holding a weapon, and the fierce killing intent had not yet faded from her eyes.
She looked exactly like a crowbar-wielding murderer.
“You killed someone!?” he finally managed to say.
His eyes were filled with shock, anger, and hatred. “You killed a specially-admitted student!?!”
Hearing his accusation, her eyebrow arched.
—This person is… the class president who was hostile to me? Why is he here?
The class president gritted his teeth. “I… I’m going to fight you!!”
He was about to charge forward, but then he saw several familiar heads pop out from behind the ‘murderer’.
He cried out their names. “Why are you with her?”
…
After a written exchange.
She learned that the class president had seen a specially-admitted student being taken away, sensed that something was wrong, and had come out to look for them.
The class president also understood the situation and awkwardly apologized to her. “I’m sorry. I misunderstood you.”
She waved her hand, then suddenly paused. She closed her eyes and sniffed—
There was a strong smell of blood!
She opened her eyes and scribbled:
[A specially-admitted student might be in trouble. I’m going to check. You guys look after each other.]
With that, she took the crowbar and rushed towards the source of the bloody scent.
She passed through a teaching building and entered a dark, small forest. The smell of blood grew stronger, and her steps slowed.
Early morning. The moon finally emerged from behind the clouds.
The cool moonlight fell, and the tree shadows swayed, desolate and horrifying.
In the distance, three people were lying unconscious on the ground, their bodies covered in wounds, blood pooling around them. In the moonlight, she could clearly see that they were all wearing pearl-white blindfolds.
…They were all blood-race?
Rustle, rustle.
The sound of footsteps, like a cold-blooded snake, slithering.
She held her breath.
A tall figure emerged from the thick tree shadows and stepped over the bodies on the ground. The bright moonlight, like a light gauze, fell on him, outlining his tall, slender figure.
The white blindfold almost blended in with his pale skin, as if he had no eyes. And the intricate golden pattern on the blindfold seemed to have been born on his rich, handsome face, an inhuman strangeness and beauty.
He lifted his well-defined hand, his tongue licking the blood from his fingers.
He paused, and a low, displeased voice sounded, “…What a disgusting taste.”
—Xue Zhu.
A glint flashed in her eyes.
She hesitated, wondering if she should reveal herself to him.
All the vampires participating in the hunt seemed to have been injected with some kind of drug, making them manic and bloodthirsty. A pervert like him would surely be even more affected.
Not to mention, one of them was now blind, and the other was mute. He most likely wouldn’t be able to recognize her. She would be lucky if he didn’t kill her on sight.
Having thought it through, she held her breath and waited for him to leave.
Over there, he kicked the bodies on the ground a few times and seemed to be preparing to leave.
Suddenly, a cool night wind rose and blew past her—
His footsteps suddenly stopped. With an unimaginable speed, almost like teleportation, he appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye.
She blinked again, and his strong arm was wrapped around her neck. He slammed her against a nearby tree.
The rough bark of the tree hurt her back, and in front of her was her menacing ‘fiancé’.
Yu Jiao: “…”
I told you so.
He really didn’t recognize me.
He only held her by the neck, his body far away, his disgust overflowing.
He tilted his head.
His large hand grabbed the hem of her skirt and, from a distance, sniffed it.
“An ordinary person?”
She paused.
Her skirt was stained with the blood of the specially-admitted student girl. So he recognized people by their blood.
Thinking he had confirmed her identity, he let go and muttered to himself, “It’s a specially-admitted student. No need to attack. It’s a specially-admitted student. Can’t attack…”
As if he had contracted early-onset Alzheimer’s, he repeated the sentence several times in a low voice.
Her expression was complicated.
Could it be that his symptoms were not mania and bloodlust? But dementia?
As she was thinking this, she suddenly heard his soft, low, husky voice say again, “Killing people will make her hate me… I need to find the blood-race members, to clear the way for her…”
“…”
She had to admit, in that moment, her heart was moved.
Without his perversion and stubbornness, he was actually a little cute.
She decided to reveal herself to him, to give him a little treat.
Seeing that he was about to turn and leave, she suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around his neck. As before, she mouthed by his ear, It’s me.
A ghostly breath.
“!”
He froze.
She curled her lips.
…You recognize me now, right?
However.
The next moment, his reaction was violent. He suddenly pushed the girl who had thrown herself at him away. “What are you doing!”
Yu Jiao: “…?”
His crimson lips were pressed into a firm line, his expression cold and dark, his fists clenched, looking both angry and disgusted.
—She felt as if he were glaring at her through the blindfold.
“It’s dirty, it’s dirty…” he muttered neurotically, rubbing his earlobe and the side of his neck incessantly.
Yu Jiao: “.”
She was speechless. She kicked him in the abdomen.
Get lost! Stupid man!
He let out a muffled grunt.
Perhaps the kick had woken him up. He suddenly froze. His large, cold, pale hand grabbed her ankle. He called out hesitantly:
“Yu Jiao?”
She ignored him and angrily pulled her foot back.
“Yu Jiao!”
The foolish pervert eagerly pressed against her, no longer keeping his disgusted distance.
“Yu Jiao…”
As if he had skin hunger, he held her ankle with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist, nuzzling the side of her neck.
She was uncomfortable in this strange position and pushed him away.
“Don’t move. Let me hold you for a while, okay?”
Though he said “hold,” his lips and tongue were on the side of her neck, licking and kissing through the choker, quickly soaking the fabric.
His sharp fangs slowly ground against it.
“Yu Jiao, you smell so good.”
His voice was low and husky, and he nuzzled her like a spoiled child.
“I want you.”
As his words fell, she felt that something was wrong.
She froze.
—This doesn’t look like you want anything proper.