The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

The fangs of the Vampires are used to feed on the blood of their prey, and as blood containing pleasure is the most delicious, the process of feeding is often accompanied by the pleasure of the prey. This is especially true of high-level Vampires, whose fangs can even be used to make a person feel pleasure.

    Alessio doesn’t have much experience in using his fangs. He does not like to be in close physical contact with others. It was easier to use a cup, pouring as much as you wanted and refilling it after drinking. He also liked to eat other things, and he enjoyed human snacks very much. The fangs were very troublesome in this process.

    Because it was easy to bite his lips.

    But Alessio didn’t know anything about sucking blood. He had seen many Vampires do it, and it wasn’t difficult. Besides, even if he had made a mistake, wasn’t he just going to bite his wrist? It wasn’t his neck. He wouldn’t die if he accidentally broke it.

    Ruzius felt something was wrong, but he had no room to fight it now. He helplessly watched the vampire take his hand and hold it to his lips. Then the vampire opened his mouth slightly, revealing tiny fangs that were slightly shorter than the average vampire –

    “Wait …… my blood ……”

    Alessio had already taken a bite!

    In that moment, the boundless pleasure was like a huge whirlpool, that swept Ruzius up in a whirlwind, and all the joyous things of life came to him in confusion. He almost thought he was going to die, for countless images flashed back in his mind, and then they folded and withered. The training he received in the Temple took effect, and he saw the world before him again with even more clarity –

    A little shyly/embarrassed, the vampire hung his eyelashes, and a trail of blood meandered down from where his lips met his hand, truly unskilled. The vampire slowly lifted his eyes, drunken as they were, his vision drifting slightly.

    “Your blood ……” Alessio noticed something too, but he couldn’t help but revel in this slight intoxication. It was like nothing he had ever drunk before, and the taste in his mouth was more than just “delicious”. He had to admit that even if Ruzius pulled out his sword at this point, he wouldn’t let go.

    The hand gripping the long spiked chain stung, and the Saint’s other free hand reluctantly lifted, squeezing his face and forcing him to let go.

    Alessio was already drunk, and he resisted till death.

    “Alessio …… Alessio!”

    Ruzius did his best to try and bring Alessio back to his senses. He knew there was something wrong with his blood. This was the last resort the Temple had in store for their highly targeted hunters. Some of the Vampires had a liking for playing with their prey. After defeating a hunter, they must also maliciously try to taste their blood. This was the hunter’s last chance!

    A drug taken since infancy, pouring out enchanted blood, and then while the vampire is intoxicated –

    Kill him!

    “Ummm ……” Alessio resisted his movement of pulling away, it’s not that he hadn’t tasted anything good, but he was defeated by this taste. Vaguely, he seemed to hear a sigh, and then his head was lifted.

    He was still biting at Ruzius’ wrist, the pupils of his deep rose-coloured eyes squinted.

    Ruzius’s movements seemed to play in slow motion to his eyes as the white-clad Saint reached up, undid the top button of his coat, which was always scrupulously fastened, revealing his collarbone, and then tilted his head slightly, exposing one side of his neck to him unguarded.

    “Pull the thing out of my eye.” Afraid of disturbing him, the Saint negotiated with him in a low, soft voice.

    “I’ll cooperate and give you more.”

    Alessio’s pupils contracted to the extreme!

    Slowly, with difficulty, he overcame the desire to eat. At the same time, his sanity slowly revived, making him realize how shameful it was to give in to the thirsty instinct of the Vampires. He began to tremble slightly. His fangs left his wrists, not daring to lick the remaining blood staining his lips, even forcing his left hand to grip the chain harder and let the pain stimulate his sanity.

    His left hand tugged at the long chain, and as his consciousness gradually returned, he felt as if he were tugging at a cloud of his former self. The sharp spikes tore at his palm, almost exposing the bone, yet he remained stubborn and defiant as he stared at the Saint.

    “You …… there is something wrong with your blood …… you didn’t say so …… earlier.”

    “…… I wanted to have a chance to say it.”

    “Button up …… Button up ……”

    Alessio gritted his teeth, and exerted his strength to control his thirst for blood. He inhaled deeply, only to bring the scent of blood back into his nostrils. He was so angry that he simply interrupted his simulated physical reaction and poured all his anger onto the long chain in his hands.

    Anyone who witnessed his moment of disgrace must die!!!

    At the other end of the long chain, the translucent wedge-shaped object struggled for its life and finally slowly left the Saint’s eyes. The last bit of the tip left the eye and Alessio fell backwards from inertia, almost falling into the coffin. Ruzius subconsciously closed his left eye with blood flowing from it. It looked frightening, but in fact, the damage was not too great.

    But he had a wonderful feeling at that moment –

    A great gloom moved away from their heads.

    In another room, Ellie sobbed again. It was unknown how many times she had replayed the short film. The music was stirring and solemn. Galotti held the sword and cut into the river Styx, when suddenly the music turned soft and the little red fish floated up from between his mother’s skirt, with caudal fins that swayed just a little ……

    The redfish, with its caudal fins, just lightly swayed to dispel the gloom among the goddesses.

    Alessio let go of his left hand, the long chain, with its spikes, hung stubbornly on half his arm. Still restraining his thirst for blood, he flung it impatiently, but the long chain shamelessly clung to him. He dropped one end of the chain to the ground, stepped on it, and yanked it free with force. Under his rough treatment, the long chain completely subsided, the spikes disappeared and turned into a fine chain adorned with a wedge at one end, with dots of crimson embedded in it.

    The Vampire’s high speed of recovery came into play the next second. The large torn wounds quickly recovered and returned to their intact state.

    Ruzius moved closer, and picked up the object from the ground that had lain dormant in his eye for over 10,000 years. With a slight tilt of his head, he saw the vampire glaring at him, his fangs faintly discernible at his lips.

    “Do you want me to stay away?” Out of gratitude, he took the initiative to ask.

    “Go to that end!”

    Ruzius retreated to the other end of the room and looked down at his wrist. The bite marks were very clear. According to the Vampire’s blood-sucking process, the wound should actually be licked at the end; the Vampire’s licking would heal the bite marks instantly, but Alessio was apparently not very good at it.

      “You haven’t bitten anyone else?” He asked.

    Alessio turned his back to him and was facing the wall. With great difficulty, he restrained the still churning craving for blood, and replied angrily.

    “Am I broke, or is the vampire clan going bankrupt? It’s just a blood servant. It’s not like I can’t afford it!”

    Ruzius was silent for a moment. He had only heard of Vampires preferring beautiful blood servants because that way something else could happen along the way when they are sucking blood, yet in Alessio’s mind, blood servants apparently amounted to moving blood bags that he only needed to roll up his sleeves and bled them.

    He chuckled wordlessly.

    This vampire …… really …… doesn’t have the Vampire’s sense of beauty.

    He looked away from Alessio, who was huddled in the corner facing the wall, and thought about it. Finally, he walked over, even taking the initiative to go around Alessio and half crouch down. Alessio lifted his eyes to look at him. His eyes drifted uncontrollably to his bare neck, then after realizing what was going on, he quickly buried half his face, shooing him away like a fly and telling him to scram and not tempt him here.

    “If you want, I can give it to you,” Ruzius said.

    “I can’t! Stay away!”

    Once again, Ruzius looked at the “mushroom” crouching in the corner at a distance.

    It looked really aggrieved.

    Thinking again, he walked over to him. It was the same way as before. He went around to Alessio and half-crouched, looking as if he were sincere.

    “You helped me, it’s a little blood, nothing else.”

    “Ahhhhh go away! Don’t be annoying!”

    Alessio absolutely, definitely did not want to bow down! Of course, he craved the taste of this psycho’s blood. What kind of seasoning had the Temple put in it that made it so good. It was heavenly! He hated himself. If he’d known about this back then, he wouldn’t have just gone and broken that oversized Silver Cross, but directly gone in and forced those old men to hand over the recipe!

    The Saint moved to the distance under his rage. However, Alessio uneasily raised his head and noticed that the other man was also looking in his direction, ready to make trouble

    Alessio: ……

    Don’t come here, ah!!!

    The Saint averted his gaze and pretended to look intently at his wrist. Alessio breathed a silent sigh of relief. He thought he would bear a little longer and then it would be over. He didn’t really crave the other man’s blood now ……

    In a flash, Ruzius reappeared in front of him again. This time he looked like he didn’t want to hide it at all. His beautiful sky-coloured eyes revealed a slightly evil smirk. He even pressed one side of his collar with the hand that Alessio had bitten on his wrist. The bloodstained bite marks reflected against the defenceless neck were exposed in front of Alessio. Alessio clearly heard the sound of something snapping in his head.

    Alessio jerked to his feet, covered his mouth tightly and looked around. Ruzius was slightly puzzled. He had thought Alessio would be unable to bear it and pounced at him, and he would win this time. As for the little blood, he didn’t care about the loss. It’s just drinking a little.

    However ……

    Alessio finally rushed to the coffin at the side, but instead of attempting to hide in it, he set his eye on the revolving lid. He clutched that revolving lid! With force!

    He’d wanted to do this for a long time! What kind of damn design took so much space! It’s time to remove it and use it in the right place!

    “Kacha.”

    The coffin plank was broken off.

    Realizing what was about to happen, Ruzius took a visual check of the size of the room to make sure he couldn’t outrun the Vampire’s teleportation at the moment.

    Miscalculation. Unexpectedly, his rage meter broke down.

    “Please be gentle.” He calmly spoke his final request, hoping to walk a little decently.

    “Or, symmetrical.”

    Alessio was furious and lifted the coffin board.

    “You shut up!!!”