The Vampire Lord's Blood Doll

"I... I..." Before he could finish the sentence, I turned his body into powder, and he disappeared without a trace. Only his clothes remained on the floor. I took a deep breath of relief. Actually, he could be grateful to me for killing him fast. He would have deserved to be tortured to death.

As I glanced at his clothes, I heard footsteps. High heels clattered on the wooden floor outside, which obviously approached the room I was in. I knew who it was, and I needed to hold myself back from doing the same thing with that person as well.

"Master, forgive me." I heard her apologising to me after she arrived at the door. It was the receptionist from earlier, now nervously kneeling on the ground.

"It was my mishandling." She continued while trembling, no longer displaying the coquettish demeanour she had before.

Even if I felt like killing her, I tried to calm myself by toying with the wineglass in my hand.

"Have you lived so long that your brain has deteriorated? How could you allow such people in my place?"

"Master, forgive me. He had our special mark on, which he could fool me with." She tried to explain what had happened in fear. She didn't dare to cross the line, nor provoke me further, wanting to save her life.

I didn't feel sorry for her, but she always served me well. Who would have thought a mere lizard would dare to negotiate conditions in front of the master, after all?

"He knew I was looking for Angus. It is very interesting. Investigate his background immediately."

My lips curled into a subtle smile, which obviously terrified her more, as she started trembling in fear again, and she quickly gathered the clothes, then left hastily without a word.

I sat there in silence, thinking, when I heard other footsteps rushing to the door. I looked towards it, and eventually a server appeared there. His face was pale and fearful.

"Master, something is wrong." He reported.

I stood up, and I walked out slowly. When I stepped outside on the corridor, a unique scent lingered in the air, which made me feel the goosebumps on my skin instantly. This fragrance made the guests in the private rooms enticing to peek out and inhale it deeply, making them intoxicatedly heading to the kitchen.

The sweet aroma had a deadly allure, causing the impeccably dressed men and women to transform. Faces of cattle and dogs appeared. Some creatures even had bird bodies.

They all rushed to the kitchen, losing their common sense, but just as they reached the entrance, a piercing scream rang out.

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A frog-headed figure was thrown out of the room, and its red blood splattered on the wall. The terrifying sight astonished the monsters.

The next scene was like a real horror for humans. Headless bodies twisted out, the limbs that belonged to them were still struggling while they took their last few steps before they were collapsing in the corridor.

The monsters, who had initially been curious, quickly restrained upon seeing me approaching. They hid themselves back in the room, closing the doors in panic, probably not daring to move even if they were covered by the walls.

I ignored them. I couldn't take care of them at that moment, as the happenings in the kitchen took my interest more.

Some monsters didn't understand the situation at all. "What are you hiding from?" One of them asked another with a bull's head, and slapped his companion on the head, causing him to shrink back in fear. Obviously, they hoped I hadn't heard their foolish conversation. I did actually, and normally, they would have got what they deserved, but my mind was set on something else.

I sensed Sissy's delicious scent, but I hadn't expected this fragrance to hold other layers. The corridor smelled strongly of her aroma, but when I was entering the kitchen, the scent was more intense. The air seemed to form a huge red balloon, encapsulating the strong fragrance in the kitchen.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Even if the kitchen was big, I didn't need to look around to find her. Sissy was lying on a long chopping board made exactly for the size of a human. Her unconscious body rested in there, naked, revealing her perfectly shaped body. The ground was wet with sticky blood, and monster corpses bathed in it, stripped of their clothes, revealing their true colours, including a chef who still held a knife in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot and his body was wounded. "Eat... eat... mine..." He groaned under his catfish whiskers, and his sharp teeth bared.

One word of him was enough for me to glance at him, make him turn into powder, and make him vanish for eternity.

The waiter behind me dared not to approach. He stopped at the door, covering his mouth, to force himself to remain in silence.

I walked to the white marble table and surveyed the snow-white, naked body of Sissy.

There was no apparent imperfection at all, just a well-proportioned physique. Her full breasts were perfectly shaped, and her pick nipples erected as the cold air caressed them. Her slender waist attracted the eyes. There was a hint of hair in her triangle area, making me want to touch, and there was a pair of perfectly proportioned legs, which all men were eager to force open.

But all these perfect features couldn't move my attention from what attracted my senses the most. Fresh and red blood dripped down her wrist, exuding an extremely sweet aroma. I couldn't even resist grabbing her hand.

Feeling the cut on her wrist where blood was being drawn, I lifted it to my lips, and as soon as I could taste the red liquid inside my mouth, an intoxicating sensation made my mind blank. I could only focus on the spicy but sweet, delicious blood that flowed through her veins. I couldn't help but suck on it fervently, wanting to suck her dry.