Ezekiel wandered through the quiet woods.Suddenly, a wolf dashed past him,But it was no ordinary wolf.
"A human is nearby… lucky beast," he muttered, licking his lips."He gets food… but no blood for me."
A sigh escaped him…Humans are so delicious.Yet, an unfamiliar urge stirred inside him, the urge to help the human the wolf was chasing.
"How is that my concern?" he scoffed, trying to ignore the strange feeling.But his heartbeat quickened, pounding wildly against his chest.
"Damn it."He moved like lightning, slipping behind a tree to see the wolf's target,His crimson eyes widened.
A royal carriage stood ahead,Several guards lay on the ground, wounded and bleeding.
The wolf had already bitten them and was now circling the carriage.
Their uniforms clearly bore the palace insignia,Royalty was inside.
"Hey… wolf" He suddenly appeared before the beast.
"Move aside, vampire," the wolf snarled.
"This prey is mine… all mine."
Ezekiel chuckled darkly and stepped closer, his eyes glowing a deeper shade of red.
"Have you ever seen a vampire drink a wolf's blood?" he asked calmly.
The wolf instinctively stepped back.
"It might happen today if you don't—"Before he could finish, the creature turned and fled into the trees.
Ezekiel smirked and approached the carriage.He slowly pulled the door open.
"Please… don't kill me."Princess Liza sat curled inside, trembling and drenched in sweat.
Her hands were clasped together, her head buried in them as her heart pounded loudly , so loudly he could hear every beat.
"Miss… I won't hurt you," he said softly.
"Wo… wolf…" she whispered in terror.
"It's gone. You're safe now. Open your eyes."
Still shaking, Liza slowly lifted her head.
Her tear-filled gaze met a pair of mesmerizing red eyes.
Ezekiel felt a sudden shiver run through him as he took in her delicate face and frightened beauty.What is this feeling?
Almost unconsciously, he placed a hand over her racing heart.
"Don't be afraid," he murmured.
A faint, fragile smile appeared on her lips.
"You're… beautiful," he whispered.
Then his gaze drifted to her exposed neck.An overwhelming hunger surged within him.
The desire to taste her blood became unbearable.He shook his head, trying to resist.But he was not the kind of vampire who could control his thirst.
"You will forget all of this," he muttered.
His fangs slid out as his eyes burned crimson.
Liza's eyes widened in fear, yet her body refused to move.In the next moment, he leaned forward and sank his fangs into her neck.
"Ahh…" she whimpered in pain.
He closed his eyes in dark pleasure as he drank.Her blood was sweet … the sweetest he had ever tasted.
When he finally pulled away, she had already lost consciousness.
A satisfied smile curved his lips as he licked the last trace of blood.His fangs slowly retracted.
He bent closer and gently licked the wound he had made.
"Forget me," he whispered into the morning silence.