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Nayeon was cold.
Not because it's her character trait, or because she was a vampire from an ancient clan. Just because it was much easier to live like that.
Nayeon loved blood; she supported the tradition of her ancestors and preferred to kill people, enjoying their pain and helplessness. Her fangs slowly released and plunged into her throat, tearing the soft tissue in their path. The smell of the red liquid was intoxicating, and permissiveness intoxicated so much that Naen switched from drinking blood from honored people to simple murders.
To drink blood for fun, because she could do it.
For this, Nayeon was hated in another clan, more modern, which adapted to life among people and drinking the blood exclusively of animals. From there there was Chaeyoung — the most beautiful girl, forcing other vampires to be inspired, admire her and calmly led hundreds, thousands. She was a natural leader, but she fell under the spell of a terrible hatred for Nayeon.
Their skirmishes were like the battles of two erupting volcanoes — fervently, anger mixed with a passion to win. No more. Sometimes they even joked that their confrontation was something fake, something that could be solved in a slightly different way. But Nayeon, despite the internal fire of emotions, was cold.
"You know you can't do that," Momo whispered to her, but Nayeon closed her eyes, sucking all the blood from the next victim to the end.
She couldn't stop the desire that was bubbling in her, and at some point, Nayeon thought.
Not quite an adequate plan matured in her head, so, grinning, she threw the corpse at Momo's feet and disappeared into the night, hiding her tracks behind the moonlight scattering light.
It should be, but Momo was clearly unhappy.
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Nayeon went into other people's territories, clearly expecting another skirmish. Her fangs aggressively greeted the alien clan, and the reddening eyes of thirst hinted at only one thing. Nayeon came to kill. Their own, not people. She took a swing at the Chaeyoung clan, so she immediately came out to meet Im, wanting to show her her place.
"Nayeon—yi, don't you think you've gone too far?" Chaeyoung came close enough to her. Without fear, because Son as a whole had nothing to be afraid of. Nayeon is not the only one here who was considered a strong vampire.
"Really?" she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. What kind of actress was missing in it, ah. "I thought these were my territories".
Chaeyoung grinned back. "I already started fantasizing that you missed me, so I came".
Everyone watched with bated breath the verbal altercation between the two enemies, resembling something more like an ordinary flirtation than threats. And also these two-sided views, phrases there…
"I'm not interested in it, but I would have played with you, you know", after this remark, Nayeon's fangs became noticeably larger — it became clear that the girl was preparing for the hunt.
You'll distract yourself a little, and you'll be lying like a corpse in front of Nayeon's feet.
"It was part of my plans to play with you", in one jerk, Chaeyoung was behind Nayeon and squeezed her throat hard. "I could squeeze harder while my fingers caressed you much lower, hmm? What do you say?" — her throat felt like lead — Chaeyoung didn't feel sorry for her so much.
"Ah, you decided to use your tongue to act?" Now it was Nayeon who abruptly behaved when she found herself face to face with Son.
The vampires of the Chaeyoung clan did not dare to come closer — they just stared and tried to listen to someone else's conversation, from which, as it seemed, only sparks had not yet flown. "My language will be available to you only after you leave for your territories and give up killing ordinary people. You can put things in order with rapists and your own kind, but do not touch the defenseless," Cheen said the last almost into someone else's lips, about to touch them.
Nayeon even leaned forward to catch her lips and finish it. In general, she had never felt attracted to Chaeyoung, anyone, or simply did not feel it, but now she just wanted to act.
But Nayeon just left.
Not because she wanted to change. Chaeyoung's words, or rather her promises, worked properly.
Nayeon was cold. But she was melting with pleasure under the onslaught of hot hugs, lips and Chaeyoung's touches to herself.
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