Chapter 29 Blood Clan Ancient Text (Bloodstains) 05 Miss, you smell so good...
Vampires rarely dream, and even if they do, they are usually nightmares in bright red and dark tones, let alone sweet dreams.
It was like God's punishment and curse on these bloodthirsty monsters.
In reality, for noble purebloods, whether they had nightmares or sweet dreams wasn't a big deal. After all, dreams were merely fleeting illusions. Their long lives and bloodthirsty instincts had long since conditioned them to crave the ultimate thrill.
However, just yesterday, Ankers had a rare sweet dream.
Anx's eyes fell on the rose wall in full bloom not far away. His mind inevitably recalled the dream, and also the girl in the dream who had no power to struggle.
The girl's neck was so white and slender that she raised her head out of fear, just like a white swan stretching its neck to sing a elegy in a dying state.
It looks out of place, and compared to the bright red roses around it, it's like a white rose blooming abruptly among them.
And this fragile white rose was picked by myself and thrown into the crimson rose bushes.
The sharp thorns of the roses scratched the snow-white silk shirt and her skin. Spots of blood dotted the white silk shirt and slowly spread out, like alternative red rose petals.
Then, in the dream, I impatiently pierced the fair skin of my prey with my fangs, and a warm, sweet and fishy blood enthusiastically spread to every corner between my lips and teeth. The pleasure that was filled and spread by the blood quickly spread to every part of my body, from nerves to every cell in my body.
Only when Anx looked up contentedly after sucking enough blood did he find that the snow-white lamb in his palm was already dying. The hazy and beautiful eyes that looked at him confusedly had revealed the gray color of impending death.
I am such a beast.
Anx sighed with regret and turned the ancient book in his hand to the next page.
If he could really find the lamb in his dream, he would never do this. A feast should be savored slowly, not consumed all at once.
Just recalling this picture and scene, the vampire's instinctive excitement for blood was already stirring. Anx felt that the sharp teeth between his lips were about to pop out, and his expression became more and more impatient. He asked his brother.
"So, my dear brother, what did you dream about?"
"You don't have to tell me there's nothing. Don't forget, we are twins."
Synesthesia is unavoidable, especially when emotions are high.
In the evening, the blood-red setting sun dyed the elegantly decorated room red, and the snow-white curtains turned old. Anx had just sat up from the coffin and was still recalling his dream when he vaguely felt the huge emotional fluctuations from Kalan, the pleasure brought by the sweet blood, the satisfaction after greed was satisfied, and... the anger after losing control.
Anks was in a very good mood to see his brother, who was so rational and calm that he was almost pathological, lose control. If he was not afraid of angering Karan, he would even want to laugh out loud.
After all, Karan's side was always like a stagnant pool of water, without any ripples.
Karan did not answer Anx's question, but his expression became tense and indifferent at a speed visible to the naked eye. He certainly knew that his brother was provoking him and even testing him.
Of course he also had dreams, and even if he didn't share the content of his dreams with Anx, he knew that the dreams of the two people should not be much different.
He had already sensed the undisguised greed and strong desire to find someone that had come from Anx not long ago.
Karan's gentle but heatless gaze slowly fell on his brother's slender legs that were crossed on the table, and his collar that had been casually unbuttoned with brass buttons.
Anx always looks like this, without any of the manners and etiquette that a pure-blooded noble should have. Karan has taught him a lesson countless times.
Including synaesthesia, Karan was extremely disgusted by the feelings and emotions that Anks always conveyed to him without restraint. For himself, he would absolutely control all his emotional ups and downs. The feeling of being spied on without any secrets made Karan very unhappy.
Anx's words now made Karan uncontrollably think of the girl in the dream who was lured by the beast and walked into the trap.
Poor and fragile, he is a beautiful and well-behaved child.
Karan refused to admit and hated that the guy who had lost his mind and was completely out of control was himself.
Losing control was a feeling he hated.
Similarly, he refused to share this dream with Anx, even though they were twins who should have a good relationship in the eyes of everyone.
"Ankes Geshier, you should remember this last name. You represent the Geshier family. Don't button up your shirt like a savage who has never been raised aristocrat and has not yet been civilized."
Anx, who was taught a lesson, turned his eyes away from the writing on the page, raised his eyes and looked at his brother Karan. He was still in the same lazy and casual state, but his long legs slowly lowered.
"Brother, you are still as restrained and boring as ever." Then, Anchor imitated the tone of Karan's supporter with a very low tone, with a naughty smile on his face, "Oh, I respect the great Lord Karan, your elegant noble attitude is simply fascinating to us."
Karan still stood in front of Anks with an elegant posture, but his ice-blue eyes were quietly soaked in the coldness of the broken ice on the lake. He lowered his eyes without changing his expression, still looking so gentle and indifferent.
But with a slight crackling sound, the book in Anx's hand, which bore traces of age, spontaneously caught fire without wind, and the flames that suddenly sprang up almost burned the ends of Anx's platinum hair.
Anx raised his hand and threw the burning book aside indifferently, letting it burn to ashes, with no regret on his face, even though it was a unique copy written by a famous writer three hundred years ago.
He chose to take the initiative to end the confrontation.
Anx picked up the uniform jacket on the back of the chair, casually put it on his shoulders, and left without looking back. Before leaving, he did not forget to inform his brother.
"By the way, brother, I heard from our father that our manor will soon welcome a special guest. It is said that this is the child of the Lady White Rose in the tower."
In other words, they have no relationship at all, and she is my dear sister with vile human blood.
Just a blood slave created by the fusion of pure-blooded vampires and the dirty blood of humans.
After all, their father hadn't told them what not to do, which meant they could handle it as they pleased. This also indirectly proved that their "respected" father already knew which pureblood Lady White Rose had fathered this child with.
It was worth the effort of those vampire ladies who wanted to marry the prince to look up this information.
What a pitiful creature that bears sin and punishment.
He sighed in his heart, but there was no pity in Anks's blue eyes.
Karan, who was standing behind Anks, didn't react much to his words. He just stretched out his hand towards a white rose in the flowerbed, then slowly closed his five fingers, letting the thorns on the flower stalk scratch his palm.
Karan raised his finger stained with dark red blood and slowly applied the red color on the white rose, as if he had stained it on purpose.
"I already know. But don't act rashly until your father gives you a clear signal. This child is engaged to the youngest son of the Lehman family."
The implication is that if the engagement is fulfilled as scheduled, the Lehman family will become one of the important supporting forces of the Gesier family. There is no need to offend the Lehman family because of this. After all, the death of a fiancée is inappropriate for any pure-blood family.
In other words, it’s okay to indulge Anks in playing, but not too much.
Karan felt that he had no interest in the guest who was about to come to their manor castle.
Recalling the girl who buried herself timidly in his arms, Karan thought that he already had someone he was interested in and there was no need to divide his energy with others.
"ha?"
Ankers stopped walking and turned to look at Karan questioningly, with a puzzled look on his face, "Are you talking about that crazy little guy, Hain, from the Lehman family?"
Karan suddenly stretched out his hand and mercilessly plucked the white rose stained with his own blood. He made a circle on his fingertips, and the wound on his palm healed as before.
He responded calmly, "Yes."
Ankers thought for a moment with his chin in his hand, then clapped his hands twice and laughed.
Is this guy Hein's fiancée? This is really interesting.
He finally got to watch something interesting.
There is nothing more interesting than watching this little lunatic Hain go crazy and lose control. He is really looking forward to seeing this guy's frustrated look.
Under the cold silver moonlight, a gorgeously and elegantly decorated carriage was rapidly cutting through the darkness towards dawn, heading towards the academy in the distance.
A blond, blue-eyed young man with a dazzling and bright appearance was sitting leisurely in the carriage, his brown leather shoes tapping the ground again and again, revealing his extremely irritable mood at the moment.
His appearance is somewhere between the liveliness and playfulness of a teenager and the maturity and stability of a young man, and it doesn't look inconsistent. It can even be said that it is a perfect blend.
Hain frowned, rubbed his neatly combed blond hair twice in annoyance, and looked impatiently at the butler who was taking care of him. "Are you saying that I have an engagement?"
The butler was very stable, like a cold dead person, and he nodded.
"Yes, Master Haien, this is a marriage contract that was made when you were born."
Hain ruffled his golden hair into a mess. His gentle and sunny expression disappeared completely, replaced by a gloomy look of displeasure. "My fiancée is a lady from the Geshier family? The sister of that wild man Anks?"
The silver-haired butler calmly corrected his young master's statement, "Master Haien, please be careful with your words. This is not in accordance with the etiquette of the Leman family. She is the sister of Lord Kalan and Lord Anx. Moreover, Miss Sif is the daughter of the Nott family."
"Of course I know she's Lord Kalan's sister." Hein felt a little uncomfortable. He stood up and quickly sat back down. "I'm just unhappy that she has to do with that wild man Anx."
The butler continued to correct patiently: "It is Lord Anx, my dear young master."
Hein quickly regained his composure. He propped his chin up and looked at the shadows of Metasequoia trees passing quickly outside the carriage window, wondering what he was thinking.
Hein does not reject social activities among pure-blood nobles, such as balls, banquets and cocktail parties. In Hein's view, these are the few activities that vampires can do to spice up their lives. However, he is not interested in absorbing blood from his own kind, so he usually easily rejects the invitations from the vampire ladies.
But such a gentlemanly and gentle rejection would only make him more popular among the vampires.
Hein felt that this kind of blood-sucking behavior, which could easily get out of control, was more appropriate to be done with his wife.
But Anks was just the opposite. He hated all of this, especially Hain who often attended the dance. He once bluntly commented to Hain in person that he was a social expert in the vampire dance and a complete male peacock.
This kind of evaluation is quite straightforward and impolite.
That's why Hein also disliked Anx very much, thinking that he was just a savage who had not received aristocratic education.
On the contrary, Hain respected Kalan very much. He was the epitome of elegance, indifference and nobility, and was the next vampire prince worthy of respect.
Hain narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a long time he hummed softly, putting on the sunny smile he usually gave to those humans.
"Then let me see for myself what kind of noble lady my fiancée is."
Arrogant and ignorant, proud and pretentious, or elegant and old-fashioned?
No matter which one it was, he was not looking forward to it, because this sudden engagement really made him unhappy.
Song Qingqing, who was sitting in the studio, suddenly shuddered and felt a chill on her back. She felt like she was being watched by a cold-blooded animal lurking in the dark.
She still held the paintbrush in her hand, and standing next to her was Mary, the maid arranged for her by the Nott family.
Today we have a painting class, and it is said that the teacher is a very famous artist among the aristocracy.
It's worth mentioning that the courses the academy offers humans are mostly unimportant cultural and arts courses, as well as aristocratic etiquette classes, and occasionally horsemanship classes. Because the vampires pride themselves on being high-class and elegant nobles, the blood slaves they raise must also conform to their refined tastes.
If a blood slave is well trained and has good etiquette, it won't be embarrassing to take him to a dance party.
Song Qingqing felt a chill when she thought of this.
She couldn't help but transform this behavior into another perspective: humans were going to eat sheep, so they taught the lambs to dance and sing, and before eating them, they asked them to perform for them.
Will the blood of blood slaves become more delicious because of these noble courses?
The answer is of course not. It will only allow these vampires to gain greater pleasure before destroying the souls and bodies of the blood slaves.
Don't think about it anymore. The more she thinks about it, the more scared she will be. She is afraid of facing those vampires, but she will definitely need to face them in the process of completing the task.
Song Qingqing shook her head and put those chaotic thoughts behind her. She picked up the paintbrush again, dipped some paint from the palette held by the maid Mary, and evenly applied it to the bright part of the picture.
She was painting a portrait, and the person in the painting...
Song Qingqing's gaze unconsciously drifted to the front left.
Ryan, the protagonist of this mission world, was sitting upright by the window in the corner. The warm sunlight was like broken gold, sprinkling on Ryan's body. The strange thing was that Ryan seemed to be a woman dressed as a man, wearing the men's uniform of the academy, the same as Karan and the others' uniform.
However, the synopsis doesn't mention what Ryan wore at the academy, so it probably doesn't matter.
Half of Ryan's face and half of his body were bathed in sunlight.
As he lowered his head, his eyes focused on the canvas, his black hair slid down his forehead, and his entire face was hidden in the darkness.
While Song Qingqing was secretly observing Ruiyin, she recalled the description of Ruiyin in the plot.
The tall and thin figure corresponds to the flat and shriveled description in the original text; the gloomy and dull description corresponds to the long black curly hair and dark eyes; the pale and cold description corresponds to the skin that is so white that it is almost transparent in the sun.
But Ryan was born with a pair of beautiful hands that looked like works of art.
Song Qingqing's gaze fell cautiously on Ruiyin's hand holding the paintbrush and the palette.
With fingers as slender as jade and pale skin, Ryan was adopted and raised by a priest in the church. In order to express their loyalty to God, believers in God have long used silver cutlery, and Ryan is no exception. As a result, the blood vessels on the back of his hands show a fragile and beautiful light blue.
She remembered the words used to describe Ryan in the plot outline: dry, gloomy and pale. She found it strange because Ryan was obviously very good-looking.
It just seems a little weaker compared to the group of vampires whose looks are naturally deceptive, but its pale skin and silver-blue veins give it the fragile beauty of a work of art.
Song Qingqing thought about it and suddenly understood why those vampires with evil natures threw Ruiyin into the cage and watched him collapse.
Maybe to them, Ryan is just a nice and interesting toy.
But Song Qingqing now feels very distressed, as this mission is very difficult.
How can she change Ruiyin's ending and fate while following the original plot where this body bullies Ruiyin?
And most importantly, she doesn't know how to bully others, and she doesn't really know how to bully others. It's not written in the plot.
The eyes that were constantly observing him from behind were almost impossible to ignore.
Rui Yin's long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a hint of gloom between his eyebrows. He stopped painting and pursed his thin lips.
The young lady from the Nott family has been peeking at him since just now, but doesn't she know how blatant her peeking is?
But, she seemed to have noticed him earlier than last time.
It seems that even if he changes back into the uniform he was supposed to wear this time, he will still be targeted and bullied by this young lady.
These nobles are still as bad as ever.
But this time, Ruiyin did not intend to be obedient and allow himself to be bullied.
A cold smile slowly appeared on Ryan's pale, thin lips. The brush in his hand, stained with dark red paint, carefully outlined the contours of the rose petals, delicate and beautiful.
Song Qingqing thought very hard for the entire painting class, that is, the entire morning, but still couldn't figure out what to do.
It was not until the afternoon music class that Song Qingqing sat in the audience, drowsily listening to the music teacher and the orchestra perform a cello concerto. When the sound of the cello appeared and competed with the band's accompaniment, an idea suddenly came to her mind.
Song Qingqing suddenly stood up and left the table, and the maid Mary hurriedly followed her.
As she walked towards the music classroom, the girl's steps became noticeably lighter.
She knew what to do. As long as she could let Ryan awaken the pure-blooded bloodline in his body as soon as possible, wouldn't she be able to fight against those evil vampire nobles?
Song Qingqing stood on tiptoe, feeling so excited that she couldn't help but want to spin around. She felt that her plan was absolutely perfect, a genius plan that would definitely not go wrong.
But when Song Qingqing thought about bullying Ruiyin, she felt a little discouraged and suddenly she was no longer happy.
Perhaps because she was thinking about something, she often got distracted while practicing the cello, playing strange notes that echoed in the empty music classroom, causing Maid Mary to ask her a question with some concern.
"Ms. Sif, are you okay?"
Song Qingqing paused for a moment as her fingertips pressed against the cello strings. She lowered her head to read the music score. Perhaps she knew she was about to do something bad, so she felt a little guilty. She gently replied to Mary, "I'm fine."
She was secretly counting the time for the music class to end. When the time came, Song Qingqing asked Mary to call Ryan to the lockable piano classroom in the corner. She also told Mary to use a very arrogant and commanding tone. After Ryan came, Mary didn't need to come in, she could just wait for her in the corridor.
With such an impolite and arrogant request, Ryan would definitely feel that he was being insulted and bullied.
Although Mary felt a little strange to receive such a request, she looked at the girl in front of her who was secretly excited and happy, and she hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.
The young lady is her master, and as a maid, she just has to do what her master tells her to do, without asking why. This is the quality a maid should have.
Song Qingqing sat in the empty and quiet piano classroom, placing her fingers on the fingerboard of the cello.
The melodious piano music echoed in the classroom.
Maybe it was because it was the first time she was going to do something bad and bully others, Song Qingqing felt a little excited and nervous while waiting for Ruiyin to come.
She had never bullied anyone before, and she didn't expect that this mission would allow her to be the bad guy.
When Mary came to find him, Ryan was sitting by the window reading music in the sunshine. He looked particularly pale in the bright light. When he learned who was looking for him, a subtle smile appeared on his face.
Led by Mary, Ryan walked to the door of the piano classroom in the corner, then he stretched out his slender hand and pushed open the door.
The door clicked shut behind Ryan, a lock he had done himself.
After all, it was the young lady's own request, so he should cooperate.
Song Qingqing brought Ruiyin in and closed the door at the perfect time so that the cello strings "accidentally" cut her fingers. She frowned slightly, creating the illusion that she was injured because Ruiyin scared her. This way, she could reasonably put forward the unreasonable demands that followed.
Ryan stood silently in front of the door, as pale and dim as a shadow.
Song Qingqing pulled the heavy curtains in the classroom and closed the doors and windows because she was afraid that Mary would find out that she was bullying Ruiyin. She liked Mary very much and didn't want to scare her.
Mary was an elderly maid with freckles on her face, very gentle and patient, probably about forty years old.
As a result, the entire enclosed space was filled with the sweet and fragrant smell of the girl's blood, which scratched the heart of the vampires.
Even if that heart has long been dead and no longer beats.
Rui Yin lowered his eyelashes, his deep eyebrows were shrouded in darkness, his dark eyes stared at Song Qingqing not far away, and a faint scarlet color was rising in his eyes.
The girl was sitting with her legs crossed on the closed piano. Her feet in round-toed black leather shoes were shaking nervously. Her slender ankles were outlined by the lace edge of her snow-white socks, making her look delicate and cute.
Song Qingqing supported herself with one hand and tilted her head back slightly, then raised her chin towards where Rui Yin was standing, trying to act arrogant and domineering.
She also stretched out her finger, which was oozing with bright red blood, and spoke to the other person in a very proud and arrogant tone.
"Come here, get on your knees, and lick my fingers clean."
Song Qingqing felt that she would be extremely irritating and annoying if she said such arrogant words with this expression and tone. Rui Yin would definitely feel that she was bullying and insulting him, just like in the plot.
Ruiyin tilted his head slightly, watching the girl's clumsy and immature performance with interest for a while, then suddenly chuckled, and the laugh seemed particularly bad.
This young lady seemed unaware of how attractive this posture was to a vampire.
"Yes, Miss Sif."
Ruiyin, dressed in a neat college uniform, walked forward slowly, knelt on one knee, stretched out his hands that were like works of art, and held Song Qingqing's hand that was cut by the strings. Then he pressed his cold lips against her fingertips, and his bright red tongue gently circled around the wound that was oozing blood, as if he was deliberately provoking someone's emotions.
Song Qingqing had originally prepared the second half of her sentence to explain the reason for her rude request.
The next sentence, "It's all your fault for scaring me," was swallowed back by Ryan's action.
As a result, Rui Yin half-knelt and kissed the blood drop from her fingertips with great care, his expression a little terrifyingly pious. Then he slowly stood up. The touch of the cold tongue licking along her fingers and spine reached the nerves, and Song Qingqing, who was pushed and fell on the piano, was completely shocked.
No, how did it develop into this?!
Shouldn't Ryan have put on an expression of resentment at being bullied, and then, under the threat of her noble status, kneeled down and did all this unwillingly?
This was a completely unpredictable development that frightened Song Qingqing.
Seeing the girl's blank and confused expression due to being frightened, Ruiyin laughed.
The curtains were not drawn tightly, leaving a gap, so a bright ray of sunlight flowed through the gap and poured onto Ryan's profile.
Song Qingqing saw that there were still traces of bright red blood from her fingertips on his originally pale and thin lips. This touch of red added a bit of gorgeous charm to him, as if the cold corpse of a vampire had absorbed blood and come back to life, which was very scary.
Especially, Ryan lowered his head, and the cold and dense kisses fell all the way, spreading on the cheeks and neck. He kissed the girl to tears. Finally, he stopped at the girl's lovely white earlobe, and gently caressed it with the dangerous sharp teeth between his lips, causing her to freeze nervously. Ryan laughed, and with a little smile, he spoke to her in a low voice.
"My dear Miss Sif, has anyone ever told you that humiliating others is not suitable for a good girl like you?"
Song Qingqing's mind went blank as she thought, where had the poor little Rui Yin in the story gone? Who was this evil guy in front of her?
The purpose of scaring people had been achieved. Ryan let her go and looked at the girl lying on the piano leisurely. There were crystal clear tears on her long eyelashes, making her look very pitiful.
He no longer had the energy he had just used to bully him, and looked as pitiful as a small animal caught by a hunter.
Song Qingqing suddenly came to her senses, quickly sat up and jumped off the piano. She ran to the door as fast as ever, only to find that the bastard Rui Yin had locked the door.
She was simply tying herself up in knots. She even closed the doors and windows to prevent her maid Mary from seeing it.
Song Qingqing looked back at Ruiyin. Fortunately, he didn't seem to intend to continue teasing her. He just smiled and watched her open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Song Qingqing ran out without looking back. But before running out, in order to save her image as an arrogant and green tea noble lady, she said something without any deterrent effect.
"Just wait, you rude fellow!"
Ryan, his uniform slightly ruffled, stood quietly in front of the piano, watching the frightened girl open the door and flee. Only when she was out of sight did the corners of his lips curl up, lower his head, and slowly smooth out every wrinkle on his uniform jacket before slowly walking out the door.
There was a lightness and joy in his steps that he hadn't even noticed.
Song Qingqing didn't expect that she ran out of the piano classroom in a panic and bumped into someone at the corner of the corridor. Her forehead seemed to hit some metal decoration.
Song Qingqing, who was dizzy from the collision, had not yet come to her senses when she heard the other party asking her in a clear and pleasant voice.
"You are my fiancée?"
Hain's eyes fell on the metal nameplate pinned on the front of the girl's uniform, which read Nott Sif.
Unexpectedly, just as I arrived at the daily campus to look for him, this guy showed up at my doorstep.
However, the tip of his nose soon caught the sweet scent of blood from Song Qingqing, which was far more tempting than anything else. Combined with her face with red eyes and tears, it was like a soft hook, arousing the dark bloodthirsty instinct of the vampires. Hain's eyes froze slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the color of his originally clear emerald pupils had turned into a deep, dark green, like an emerald stained with crimson blood, with a hint of danger.
When Song Qingqing raised her eyes, she saw the other person's blood-red eyes. Her pupils shrank slightly and she subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but she found that there was no way to retreat because there was a wall behind her.
Hain's head slowly approached Song Qingqing's fragile neck. He raised his eyes and looked at the girl softly, whispering gently.
"Miss, you smell so good."
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