Blood-sucking fangs

Chapter 1

Blood-sucking fangs

Volume One: The Virgin's Tears

Chapter 1

"Miss, Miss..."

Feng Nian'en held a flashlight in one hand and turned up the collar of her trench coat with the other. Although it was already April, a warm spring month, the moonlight and breeze in the suburbs still carried a chilly feel.

"Miss, everyone is waiting for you to come back!"

He shouted again, but the only response he received was the rustling of swaying branches.

"Miss, stop playing. Miss Judy wants to go home."

Feng Nian'en shouted, the beam of her flashlight swaying around. Under the full moonlight, the branches intertwined, casting swaying shadows on the grass.

Feng Nian'en's gaze searched in the shadows. Having been Zhang Hanwen's follower for three years, he naturally understood this young lady's temper and knew very well that her disappearance was aimed at him. Perhaps she was already back by the campfire, receiving admiring glances from Judy and the others, or even sitting in the car, talking about his idiocy as she returned to the city.

But he still had to look for her here, because he couldn't be sure what might happen. What if Zhang Hanwen didn't go back, what if something happened to her here? Not only would he be fired, but it might also implicate his father.

"Miss...Miss?"

Upon seeing the faint yellow light behind the tree branch, Feng Nian'en exclaimed in confusion. But the light drifted away into the distance. He hesitated for a moment, touched the amulet his mother had given him since childhood that he had worn around his neck, and then chased after it.

He followed the ball of light, but when he got behind the tree, the light disappeared. He immediately took a flashlight and waved it around.

"Miss, stop playing, you'll catch a cold, and if the master finds out..."

When the flashlight beam shone on a dark figure, Feng Nian'en gasped. His hand trembled, and the flashlight almost fell to the ground.

"Didn't anyone tell you that this is very impolite?" The dark figure moved away from the light, swaying silently as if illuminated by moonlight.

"I'm sorry." Feng Nian'en turned the flashlight around and swallowed hard. "I was just... startled."

"Oh? What scared you?"

Feng Nian'en looked at him. Under the moonlight was a child's face, about ten years old, but with a bewitching beauty. There was a playful smile on his lips that was not in line with his age, and his eyes, his long and narrow phoenix eyes, seemed unusually deep.

While he was observing the other person, the child was clearly also sizing him up.

"So ugly."

"Huh?" Feng Nian'en was taken aback, unsure of what the child was saying.

The child pouted, "It's really ugly. How did Wakaba's taste become so bad?"

Feng Nian'en touched his face. He knew he wasn't handsome, especially standing next to Zhang Hanwen, but he wasn't ugly either. However, he hadn't stooped to arguing about looks with a child. He smiled gently: "Camping with your parents? Are you lost?"

“Although it’s ugly,” the child didn’t answer, but continued, “it’s fine since it was Wakaya who chose it.”

"Huh?" Why is this child's talk so strange?

“Since Ruoya chose you, it doesn’t matter if you’re ugly.” The child suddenly looked up.

Feng Nian'en was horrified to discover that two sharp teeth were protruding from those thin red lips, small and white and reflective.

"ghost!"

When he realized what the other person was, he hurriedly moved his feet, almost falling to the ground. He unconsciously let go of the flashlight and ran forward frantically.

But the child was faster, leaping onto his shoulder almost as soon as he took a step. Fine teeth bit into his neck, and a stinging chill spread through his body. He ran, feeling his legs grow weaker and weaker, his vision gradually blurring.

He was dying. He knew it. He didn't know if he screamed. He only remembered running, running frantically, forgetting to pull the demon off his shoulder, forgetting to pray. Then, everything stopped, and his hazy consciousness felt him lying on the ground. Life faded as the temperature dropped.

Then, he tasted a sweet, warm, and sticky flavor. He sucked on it greedily, knowing that this warmth could keep him alive; he didn't want to die…

"Stop, Cangya!"

A sharp scream pierced the tranquil night sky.

“Too late, Ruoya.” The boy pulled his arm out, licked the blood off it, and smiled slyly. “He’s already drunk my blood, he’s mine now.”

Why did you do that?

"Why, why are you asking me why?" His narrow eyes shot out angry glares. "I joined the vampire clan at the same time as you... no, a few days earlier than you, so why can't I have a junior? Why can't I become the eldest son before you?"

"Really, is it for this? Do you really want to be the eldest son-in-law?"

Cangya avoided her gaze and sneered, "What else could it be for? By becoming the eldest son, I can leave the trivial matters to the younger generation and gain my own power. Why wouldn't I want that?"

Ruoya sighed: "What about the Prince?"

"A prince?" The boy shrugged. "At most, he'll lock me up for a few days. Anyway, you'll tell him that you gave me this opportunity, and even if he's unhappy, there's nothing he can do about it."

Ruoya looked at him, her eyes, hardened by the passage of time, now tinged with a faint sadness. She sighed again and turned her gaze to Feng Nian'en on the ground. Even without a vampire's night vision, the bright moonlight was enough for her to see the figure on the ground. She immediately gasped: "Cangya!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's not him, you've got the wrong person! We didn't choose him!"

"No?" The boy frowned. "It's impossible that it isn't. He saw the will-o'-the-wisp I made. No one else could have seen it except him."

“But it really isn’t!” Ruoya grabbed his hand. “Zhang Hanwen is a woman! Although this person often appears around her, he’s just helping her with chores.”

"A woman? Impossible! You can't fool me!" Cangya roared furiously. "Only he saw the will-o'-the-wisp I made. It was aimed at Zhang Hanwen. I couldn't be wrong!"

"I don't know what happened." Ruoya rubbed her temples wearily. "I don't know what went wrong, but it's definitely not."

"you!"

"Do you think it's possible for this person, with their appearance, to be allowed to join the vampire clan?"

Cangya fell silent. While vampires might have different standards for selecting juniors, one thing remained constant: appearance. Although not explicitly stated in the rules, every vampire member would choose handsome men and women as juniors.

Realizing that he had mistaken the person who had already been approved by the prince, even the usually bold Cangya couldn't help but panic.

The choice of offspring is one of the six commandments of the Camarilla, one of the few rules governing vampires. Violating this rule will result in severe punishment, even if the prince tries to protect him.

“Then, kill him.” Cangya gritted his teeth and said, “Kill him before anyone else finds out, and then go after Zhang Hanwen.”

Do you want to be wanted by the police?

“No one will know.” Cangya licked his lips. “We can dismember him and throw him into the sea. He has no strength right now and won’t put up any resistance.”

“But what if…” Ruoya looked at him and slowly began, “If any vampire finds out, you’re dead. Even if the Prince doesn’t issue an arrest warrant, all vampires under the Camarilla Treaty will automatically hunt you down.”

"But what should we do?" The boy blinked, a rare look of panic on his pale face. "What should we do?"

"Hand him over to the prince."

"No!"

“Listen to me, Cangya.” The girl pressed his shoulder. “You have made a mistake, and the prince will punish you, but I promise it won’t be too severe. It will be better than the consequences of killing him. This is our only way!”

Cangya looked into her eyes and said softly, "You promise?"

"I promise!"

The silvery light of the full moon gently spread across the grass, and the grove of trees with its intertwined branches had returned to its former tranquility, though the cool air carried a faint, sweet, bloody stench.

On a moonlit highway, a bright red Ferrari and a silver Mercedes raced against each other, rock music blaring from their horns creating a cacophony of noise as they passed by, the people inside shouting and singing loudly.

"Hey!" The woman with blonde hair patted the woman with flowing red hair next to her. "Just like you said, that silly boy still hasn't come back. We even waited a little longer!"

"Ha! Didn't I tell you already? That fool wouldn't dare come back before dawn, and he's probably yelling somewhere right now!" she said, freeing one hand to pinch her nose and mimicking Feng Nian'en's voice in a sarcastic tone, "Miss, Miss... stop playing around, Master will worry..."

The sound amused the other two women in the car, who burst into laughter: "Where did you find such a silly person...it's absolutely amazing!"

The redhead smiled slightly, suddenly increased the car's speed by one notch, and muttered to herself, "Yeah, where did I find this idiot..."

The other two women weren't particularly interested in the topic either. Seeing that the car next to them was about to catch up, they immediately started shouting, "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! It's about to overtake us!"

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"So thirsty!"

Feng Nian'en tossed and turned, the hunger within him seemingly coming from the depths of his soul. He groaned in a daze, craving food he couldn't comprehend; he had to eat something, but the deep coma gripped him tightly, tearing him in two.

He's going to die; he'll be tormented to death by this intense need.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a series of thuds, the blood in Feng Nian'en's body surged rapidly, as if it were about to burst from his veins. This speed terrified him, but he was powerless to stop it. He was exhausted; he needed to rest. But the blood, thirsting for rest, thrashed at him.

food!

He needs food, he needs some special food.

Someone please save him, someone please give him something to help him...

Perhaps the gods finally heard his prayers. Perhaps people finally discovered his need. In any case, a liquid he had longed for flowed into his mouth. Sweet, with a slight coppery smell, it slid into his oral cavity.

The thumping sounds gradually subsided, and the blood flow returned to normal.

Yes, that's the kind of thing, that's the kind of need.

He groaned contentedly and drifted off to sleep.

"Although her appearance isn't great, this guy's constitution is pretty good." Looking at the girl who came in, Lan Ya shook the empty blood bag. "Very few people can inhale 800 milliliters on their first try. Cang Ya has gained a good junior."

Ruoya sighed, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

"Don't worry, the prince won't be too harsh on Cangya. At most, he'll just lock him up for a while and restrict his food intake. But during this time, you'll probably have to teach this guy, which might be even more difficult for Cangya than not being able to eat." Lan Ya chuckled, thinking of that furious little face.

"I won't teach him too much; after all, he's Cangya's junior."

"Come on, do you really think that kid did this because he wanted a junior? He just doesn't want you to get too close to others."

"Don't say that, Cangya will be unhappy if he finds out."

"Everyone knows what he's thinking, do I need to say it?" Lan Ya turned around and looked at Feng Nian'en, who had a satisfied smile on his lips. "Go to sleep, you unlucky guy, you'll get what's coming to you later."

When Feng Nian'en woke up, it was already evening, or at least he thought it was evening. He blinked, momentarily thinking he was dreaming. The Zhang family mansion had always been hailed as a model of classical gardens in the city, its magnificent elegance inheriting the style of Suzhou gardens. Although Zhang Hanwen's own residence was full of modern elements, its opulence certainly earned its owner much admiration. But compared to the room before him, these two, the best residences Feng Nian'en had ever seen, were far too crude, and the latter even more frivolous.

He sat up, placing his feet on the dark brown floor. He took a deep breath; his nose, already accustomed to the scent, still detected a strong rose fragrance. He scratched his head, looking at the gilded lotus-shaped glass shade on the lamp, finally recalling the scene before he lost consciousness.

Almost instantly, his hand began to slide slowly across his neck, revealing a noticeable dent on his smooth skin. He froze, rushed to the mirror, and was horrified to see the expected teeth marks.

Fine, with a hint of pale blue teeth marks.

Yes, it wasn't a dream. He really had encountered a ghost! He quickly pulled out the jade Buddha hanging around his neck and let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed someone had saved him.

"You're awake, earlier than I expected."

Feng Nian'en froze. A brown figure had appeared in the mirror. He slowly turned around, and in that very short time, the person silently appeared in front of him.

"It seems you are in good condition and have not experienced any adverse reactions."