Chapter 33 Blood Clan Ancient Text (Bloodstains) 09 Gift of Love…
The room's decor was understated and elegant, perfectly suiting the preferences and personality of its owner, Karan. After all, it was common knowledge that Karan, the eldest son of the Geshir family, was an elegant and distinguished candidate for the succession.
The servants neatly drew up the dark blue velvet curtains, allowing bright and warm sunlight to fill the entire room, while the owner of the room sat peacefully on the classical French sofa in front of the window.
There was one thing that Song Qingqing couldn't understand. It was morning and it was supposed to be time for the vampires to rest, but Kalan called her over.
Does this count as a night snack before bed?
She was about to laugh at her own outrageous idea, but when she thought about having her blood sucked out, she couldn't laugh at all, even though according to the plot she should have taken the path of becoming a blood bag.
Karan, wearing a silk shirt, was sitting on the sofa with a dignified posture. Perhaps because this was an area where he could take a rest, he exuded a lazy and casual air. His long platinum hair spread over his shoulders, shining with a beautiful luster like precious silk.
A book with a brown cowhide cover was placed on his legs. His slender jade-like fingers slowly turned to the next page, and his fingertips looked pale in the sunlight.
Like her crazy fiancé Hein Lehman, she is not afraid of sunlight and is a powerful pure-blood. This alone can easily distinguish between vampires and blood races.
Karan heard the subtle sound of the door opening, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the girl standing nervously in front of the door.
Perhaps because she had just gotten up, she was still wearing a snow-white silk nightgown, with her black hair hanging down to her slender waist that could be held in one hand. She was probably very uneasy, and her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.
There was a click, the sound of a book being closed.
Karan rubbed his eyebrows. It was his mistake. He didn't expect that Hain's fiancée would be Sif, and he didn't expect that Sif would be the child born by the Lady of the High Tower.
In Anx's rude and crude words, this child had half the noble blood of purebloods and half the dirty and despicable blood of humans.
Before a half-blood undergoes the Embrace ritual or is given a heart by a pure-blood, they appear human.
So Karan didn't associate the girl in front of him with the pure-blood bride that the Lehman family needed.
But Karan felt that this was not a big deal. What the Leman family needed was a bride from the Geshier family, not specifically Sif.
After all, he was the first one to set his eyes on Sif, so everything should be based on first come first served.
Noticing that the girl's eyes kept lingering on his hands basking in the sun, Karan found it a little funny and gently called her over.
"Sif, can you come over here?"
The tone was gentle and soft, even like a polite inquiry, but Song Qingqing knew that there was no such thing for the vampires. It was just a polite remark from Karan out of courtesy.
If she didn't go over, the vampires would control her and force her to go over "willingly".
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and her face turned pale, but she still walked over carefully and lightly, then stopped in front of Karan.
She was standing and Karan was sitting, so logically they should have been looking down from a higher perspective. However, Song Qingqing didn't have that feeling at all. She just felt like a prey walking step by step into a trap.
"Are you afraid of me, Xifu? You seem very nervous." Kalan asked gently, reaching out to loosen the girl's fingers that were tightly grasping the hem of her skirt, and then pulled her towards him.
Song Qingqing, whose body was unstable, lowered her voice and cried out softly. Before she could react, she fell into Kalan's arms.
She struggled to get up, but she felt the shackles of the arms around her waist, and Karan's next words made her freeze.
"You should already know that I'm a vampire, right?"
Song Qingqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Lord Kalan."
Karan looked at the girl's fear but still dependence on him, and was undoubtedly pleased by her reaction. He chuckled, a thoughtful look on his face, and said to her with a smile: "Perhaps, Xifu should call me brother Karan."
Song Qingqing met Kalan's lake blue eyes. Perhaps because they were filled with a smile, they reflected soft and fragmented light in the sunlight, which could easily make people let down their guard.
He seemed to be looking forward to being called that. What a strange hobby of the vampires.
"Brother Karan."
Karan was undoubtedly pleased with the name, for he felt a natural sense of trust from the girl in his arms. He smiled and nodded, his eyes fixed on her red lips, which puckered as she spoke. They were full and vibrantly colored. He raised his hand, his pale, slender fingers gently caressing her lower lip, the color becoming even more alluring as he rubbed it.
He lowered his head and gently kissed the girl's lips, but restrained his sharp teeth to prevent biting her beautiful lips. During the kiss, he seduced her to slowly fall into the bloody dream and abyss of the vampires like rose petals.
The elegant and noble vampire whispered to the lost prey, his deep voice full of temptation: "Sif, before going through the first embrace ceremony, do you want to practice the feeling of having your blood sucked?"
"It's not scary, it's a gift of love."
This is horrific, this is the wanton plunder of the hunters.
The eyes as blue as the lake had turned scarlet, but Song Qingqing, who was treated so gently, had not noticed it yet. Instead, she was kissed by him until even the tips of her ears turned red. She also did not realize that the dangerous hunter had already quietly and silently approached her neck, the fatal part of the prey.
The cold fangs gently stroked the girl's fair and fragile skin, and then were suddenly pierced, and the sweet and fragrant blood filled every corner between her lips and teeth.
Song Qingqing slightly widened her eyes, and was brought back to her senses by the momentary pain. She subconsciously stretched out her hands, and her slender white fingers passed through Karan's platinum-colored hair, but she could only clench it in vain, and was even unable to push his head away.
The cold-blooded vampire raised his hand to protect the girl's head, and with his other hand he slowly and leisurely soothed her slender back that was arched like a butterfly's wings. This was a gentle comfort that was totally inconsistent with the action of sucking blood.
Kalan's light-colored lips were stained bright red by the blood flowing from Song Qingqing's neck. Her Adam's apple slid up and down. For a moment, the silent room was filled with only the faint sound of swallowing and the girl's gradually rapid breathing.
The blood that overflowed from between her lips and teeth meandered down, slid across her fair and fragile neck, and dripped onto her snow-white silk nightgown, like a dot of dark red roses, sad and beautiful.
Song Qingqing felt something was wrong. She thought that having her blood sucked was a horrible thing, like a punishment of being deprived of vitality.
But in reality it was completely different. A tingling sensation spread across her neck where the fangs had pierced it. She felt the blood in her veins become hot and happily rushed into the other person's mouth. The feeling of blood being drawn out made her brain a mess. She tilted her head back, her slender neck tensed, like a dying swan.
The fingers that were grabbing Karan's long hair unconsciously slipped down and rested on his shoulders. His fingers slowly tightened, leaving wrinkles on his silk shirt.
The tip of his tongue calmly and restrainedly licked away the overflowing blood, healing the wound on the side of her neck in the process, but intentionally left some marks, two light-colored spots.
Kalan raised his head, and the scarlet color slowly faded from his eyes. He lowered his eyes to look at the girl who was lying in his arms and trembling uncontrollably. Her snow-white cheeks were flushed with a drunken blush, her eyes were slightly closed, and her purple eyes were blank and out of focus, like amethyst that had dimmed a little, and her eyelashes were almost wet with tears.
She was in relatively healthy condition, proving that he had a good grasp of her tolerance level.
It was pleasurable enough, and enough for her to handle, but it was a little short of being completely satisfied, but that was fine.
So Song Qingqing didn't realize that Kalan's blood-red eyes were exactly the same as the eyes she saw when the second mission failed.
Hidden beneath the calm and restrained appearance lies bloodthirsty instinct and madness.
Kalan patted Song Qingqing's back patiently, the fragrance of her blood still lingering on his lips. He sighed softly, "Xifu is such a good child."
Hypocritical praise to the extreme.
"Goodnight, Sif."
A gentle kiss fell on her still red eyelids. When Karan tasted the slightly salty and bitter taste of her tears, he frowned slightly, but quickly returned to his usual elegant and indifferent appearance.
The door was not completely closed, leaving a gap, so the entire bloody and crazy scene was seen by the person outside the door - the always gentle and considerate butler Percy.
His silver hair was still neatly tied behind his back, his black tuxedo was neatly ironed, and he wore clean white silk gloves on his hands.
Percy saw it, the delicate and lively girl was held in Kalan's arms, blood overflowing and blooming on her snow-white neck. The vampire, who had always been calm and restrained, tore off all disguises and absorbed her blood to warm his already cold body.
The knuckles of the fingers holding the golden hair were white, looking very pitiful.
He had tasted the girl's sweet blood, although only a little bit, but he also knew that it had a fatal attraction to the vampires.
The hands pressed against his sides were slightly clenched, perhaps trying to control his surging emotions.
Karan in the room seemed to notice the gaze of the butler outside the door. He raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Percy calmly and indifferently with his blood-red eyes, then lowered his head again with an expressionless face.
The door suddenly closed without leaving any gap.
Percy lowered his snow-white eyelashes, regaining his composure. He turned and walked into the dark shadow of the corridor, as if... he had seen nothing.
But did you really see nothing?
In the evening, Anx, who had just woken up, had just stepped into Kalan's room when he was almost unable to control his emotions by the sweet smell of blood. "Brother, when did you eat in the room?"
From what he knew about his brother, he was very elegant and polite, and always followed dining etiquette. He would never eat in the room like him. Even when he was dining in the restaurant, he still looked so proud and held the tall glass in his hand, which was disgusting.
The smell is very familiar. Just by smelling it, I can imagine how sweet and delicious it is. It is almost exactly the same smell I suddenly smelled in the rose garden that day.
Karan, who was sitting by the window, shifted his gaze from the pages of the book to his younger brother Anx, frowning unhappily, "Shut up and don't disturb her."
Because of Karan's words, Anks quickly noticed the girl who was sleeping in Karan's bed with her body slightly curled up. Her sleeping face was peaceful, her black hair almost covered the pillow, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, probably because she was not in a very restful state before sleeping.
"Brother, don't tell me this is the girl in my dream." Anks sat on the edge of the bed indifferently under Karan's warning gaze, and gently stroked Song Qingqing's small nose with his fingertips.
He knew that Kalan had a strong sense of territory and it would be almost impossible for him to allow a complete stranger to sleep soundly in his bed.
It was really weird, and the only thing that could explain my good brother's strange behavior was that dream.
Karan did not deny it, which was equivalent to tacitly agreeing with Anks's statement. He looked up at the girl on the bed and said inexplicably: "Treasures should be hidden well to prevent others from coveting them."
Anx scoffed and suggested, "How about the tower where Lady White Rose lives?"
"Well, that's a good choice."
Because Anx supported himself on the bed with his hands, the soft bed collapsed slightly. Song Qingqing, who was already sleeping uneasily, saw the backs of the people sitting next to her in a half-awake state. Then she heard the twins discussing about sending her to a high tower and locking her up.
Seeing that Anx was about to turn around and look at her, she quickly closed her eyes, fearing that the two vampires would find out that she was awake.
Anx's slightly playful gaze fell on the girl's trembling eyelashes, and he smiled even more wantonly, but he did not say anything to expose her pretending to be asleep.
Song Qingqing closed her eyes and thought about what she should do to avoid being locked up.
She almost instantly thought of the agreement between her and Ryan. He said that he would send his leather shoes to her after they were repaired. If Ryan couldn't find her at the Nott family's, he would definitely come to the Gesher family's castle and then face the twins like in the original plot.
"Just take care of it. Father's affairs haven't been dealt with yet, so I need to go to the Lehman family."
After he finished speaking, Karan closed the book, stood up, opened the door and left. The footsteps gradually faded away, but Anks, who was sitting next to him, had not left yet.
Just as Song Qingqing was anxiously thinking about what to do, she heard Anks's chuckle above her head, and his breath was close at hand. He leaned over and smiled in her ear.
"Kalan is gone, no need to pretend. Do you want to play with me?"
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