Night 18: The Deal

　　The cold moonlight cascaded down and she could see his eyes. The depth was mesmerizing.

　　Gray eyes, hair color nearly black except for the deep infrared at the tips. More importantly, the man in front of him didn't have the fangs of the vampire pair.

　　Evina cautiously guessed. Maybe ... he's human too?

　　***

　　Playfully, he watched the young girl in front of him go from being shy just a moment ago, until now staring at himself with unblinking eyes. The edge of his mouth curled up with a touch of amusement, slightly lifting his her chin, another burst of sweetness that was easily obtained.

　　It was no surprise that the young girl was submissive. In his eyes, women were like that, wallowing in the arms of men, sometimes so low that even the courage to resist vanished.

　　She, too, was no exception.

　　***

　　Yvonne realized that she was being "attacked" and struggled in the man's ambiguous embrace.

　　"Let go, oooh ... let go ..." Fear of him faded, and Evina decided that the man in front of her was just a human like herself, no less.

　　Perhaps she can ...

　　Feeling the restless stirring of the petite person in his arms was a bit displeasing to him.

　　"Got a problem with my kiss, woman?" Its tone was polite enough. Even though he was displeased by the rejection just now, he didn't even want to speak loudly so as not to frighten her when he looked at the adorable face in front of him.

　　"You ... are human, aren't you?"

　　Calm, she needed to be calm. Evina gathered her courage, trusting her judgment.

　　"What?"

　　Ignoring the man's startled expression, she clenched her fists nervously.

　　"There's no need to hide it anymore, you must be human."

　　"Ha, why?" He realized that meeting her had been one of the most interesting things he'd done in the last few hundred years.

　　"Because ..." Watching this man smile badly, Yvonne's heart contracted so violently that she could feel herself breathing hard. Unconsciously, she sank her head down, lightly containing her index knuckle in deep thought.

　　"Ah, S..." Crap, she'd forgotten she had those sharp teeth that got in the way, and she'd bitten her finger.

　　Without waiting for her to react, faster, her injured finger was gently licked and devoured by the man in front of her.

　　Such an intimate gesture made her heart beat faster. Evina hastily drew back her hand and casually wrapped her index finger in a napkin.

　　"No, don't bother ... it was my own carelessness."

　　There was no response from the other side.

　　Suddenly feeling the lack of gravitas in her earlier remark, Evina cleared her throat and squared herself slightly.

　　"You don't have to be afraid of being torn apart by me, just ... just ... let's make a deal."

　　Lord, she never threatened anyone. Swear to God, this is a first, a sinful first.

　　But the air stood still, so still that only her soft breathing could be heard. She waited for his response, but waited for a terrible silence.

　　"If you don't agree ... I'll tell the other vampires who you are, and then ... you'll be killed."

　　Breathing deeply, a layer of guilt clouded her heart. But in order to fulfill her contract with Nidhitra at the earliest possible time, for her own heart's desire, she only had to be selfish for once.

　　After what seemed like an eternity, she could look over and see the glassy body hidden in the darkness looking at her coldly.

　　Struggling to avoid this penetrating sight, Yvonne was only afraid that even her last ounce of camouflage had worn away. But even sooner, her thin waist was tightened with a roughness that bordered on brute force. She could feel his heavy panting, mingled with a hint of desire.

　　"Ah, it hurts ..." reddening her face, she couldn't help but shout out of her body. At the moment, she was so close to a strange man.

　　Powerless struggles were rewarded with nothing more than the strong confinement of the arms.

　　Until finally, she gave up and let his well-defined chin rub against her cheek.

　　"Hush, gently ... Like you said, let's, let's make a deal."

　　Evina was a little surprised that the agreement had been easier than she had thought, she had really been too timid.

　　His kisses traced the forehead, the eyelashes, grinding the small, cute nose, and in the back ... was a skillful burst of deep kisses that teased the overwhelmed Evina. With a slight push of his hands from her waist, he lifted her across the wall.

　　"Put me down, what do you want to do ..."

　　Yvonne's face flushed a flush and her arms and legs resisted ineffectively. With that, she was indeed put down, falling solidly onto the soft goose down mattress.

　　The man looked at him icily, as temperatureless as his body. Sharply undoing the elaborate clothing on his body and casually discarding it to the side, he bluntly brushed through the hair hanging in front of his eyes and looked straight at Evina, who was pressed tightly underneath him.

　　"Isn't that what you wanted?" He asked in a tone of voice that was rightfully his, and the expected answer seemed to be right on the tip of his tongue.

　　"No, not at all!" Feeling insulted, Evina was mortified, and she was so angry that she was practically about to burst into tears. Even though she was cowardly, she still had an undercurrent of defending her dignity.

　　Self-esteem is her life.

　　"Oh, I thought ..." The man raised his eyebrows lightly, narrowing his eyes cynically. "In the land of the vampires, it is a woman's supreme quest to be favored by a man of higher power, and it is a mission to procreate for him."

　　Ignoring the condescending remarks, Evina still sat struggling to no avail. Then, suddenly calming down, she stopped her childish protests and spoke steadily.

　　"Tell me, where is the supreme ruler here?"

　　The scene is undoubtedly warm and f**king to an outsider's eye, with men and women overlapping and making you think ...

　　"Why do you ask?"

　　"That's the deal, you have to tell me."

　　"Trading for no reason will still end up hurting you. Instead of that, let's cancel the deal."

　　"How could you go back on your word?" Evina's anxiety was evident.

　　"Not knowing who you are, your name, where you come from, I really have no reason to trust you." He freed a hand to caress her cheek, and her face stood out in the warm light.

　　"My name ..." she couldn't remember for a moment, Niditra's acquisition of a pseudonym for her seemed to make no impression on her. "It's I... Vina." She just hoped the name would stave her off, once she got out of here she would never see this evil man again, she wouldn't want to see him.

　　"Evina ..." The man speculated on the name, murmuring it over and over as his thoughts drifted away.

　　"You, now you're going to tell me." She looked expectantly, like a child demanding candy.

　　"I am indeed on good terms with him. It is not difficult to tell you, or even to lure you to his premises. Just tell me why you want to see him."

　　Yvonne's face was flushed with embarrassment, was she to be told to say 'to lure that man so that she could leave?' I'm afraid no one would believe such an outrageous joke.

　　The man frowned slightly, he was getting a little impatient.

　　"I like him."