Chapter 2 Chapter two

Sadist's riding boots led him through a certain alley in the Trade Street. The thick soles of the shoes were like thunder, crushing the puddles covered with thin ice and crushing the ice strips frozen along the wheel lines.It was dark all around, and the brick houses on both sides didn't have a single window that opened outwards, and the moon was covered by clouds.He walked slowly alone, keeping his night vision at its peak, as if it could penetrate everything, as unstoppable as his soaring rage. Black blood, he needs more black blood.He only hoped that his hands would be covered with black blood, watching the ink-colored blood splash on his face and splash on his clothes.He wanted the black blood to flow on the ground like an ocean, seeping into the earth.In order to commemorate Bella, he wanted to splatter the blood of the secondary people on the spot one by one. Every death was a sacrifice to her.

He also knew that Bella was no longer alive, and she must have died under some kind of cruel torture, so why bother to ask those bastards about her whereabouts every time?Hell, he couldn't tell.No matter how many times he told himself Bella was dead, he couldn't help asking about her every time. Moreover, he will continue to repeat these damn questions.He needed to know when, where, and how they had caught her.Knowing the answers might consume him, but he still wanted to know, had to know.There will always be someone among the secondary people who speaks. Sadist paused, sniffing the air, praying for the sweet, cloying smell of baby powder in his nostrils.Hell, he couldn't bear not knowing anything.

He smiled miserably.Yes, what else could he not bear?Thanks to the hostess for hundreds of years of careful training, what else can he not survive?Whether it's physical pain, or spiritual distress, deep humiliation and depravity, loss of hope, helplessness... What else has he not endured. Therefore, he must be able to survive. He looked up at the sky, tilted his head, and shook his body. He quickly reached out to support the trash can to stabilize his figure.He took a deep breath, waiting for the drunken reaction to pass.His luck seemed to be off, and it was time to eat again. He cursed, hoping to endure another night or two.In fact, he'd been dragging his weary body by willpower for the past few weeks, but that was nothing out of the ordinary, and tonight he wasn't trying to resist a bloodlust.

Concentrate, concentrate...concentrate, asshole. He forced himself to keep going, prowling the city's alleys and every lost corner of Caldwell--the nightclubs and drug addicts' hangouts of New York. It dragged on until three o'clock in the morning, until he felt so hungry and thirsty that his body was about to petrify, only then would he stop.He could no longer stand the numbness and splitting in his body.That reminded him of the mental anesthesia brought about by being forced to smoke opium when he was a blood slave. He walked very fast, towards the Black Sword Brotherhood's recent stronghold in the city - the "Zero Sum" bar.The bouncer at the door told him to skip the line, throw money like a fraternity, and get into any place with ease.It costs thousands of dollars a month just to satisfy Ferry's addiction to narcotics; Vishaws and Butch only like custom-made suits, and they only choose top brands; Purchasing List.

The club was hot and dark, like a tropical cave.Electronic music whirled in the air, and human beings gathered on the dance floor, taking all kinds of drugs, drinking alcohol, and sweating with the jumping and colorful laser light. Groups of threes and twos, half-naked, writhed and caressed each other against the surrounding walls. Sadist walked straight to the VIP box, and the crowd gave way in front of him, splitting left and right like velvet being torn.Despite the high of Coke and soft drugs, these guys still have enough survival instincts. Bodyguards in suits and leather shoes led him to the best position deep in the club.It's relatively quiet here, with twenty tables lined up one after the other, with high-end seats, and spotlights above the head to illuminate the black marble table tops.The booth of the Brotherhood of the Black Sword is right next to the fire escape.As expected, he saw Wei Xiaosi and Butch sitting in the booth, with many empty wine glasses already placed in front of them.Ferry's martini stands alone.

Seeing him, the two roommates didn't seem too happy.It's not just that they're unhappy...his arrival seems to make them want to leave.It was as if they were about to have a drink, but he stopped them. "Where is he?" Sardiste asked, nodding at the martini. "Buying his 'Red Smoke' in the back," Butch replied. "He's out of his baby." Sadist sat down on the left, leaning back in his chair, avoiding the spot where the light fell.He looked around, making out the faces of the strangers. There are a lot of regulars in the VIP area, but these high-rollers rarely interact with guests outside their own small group.In fact, a low-key atmosphere of "don't ask, don't answer" is practiced throughout the club.That's why the fraternity chose this place.Although "Zero Sum" is the property of a certain vampire, they must still deliberately maintain a low profile and conceal their identity.

In the past few centuries, the Brotherhood of the Black Sword has concealed its identity even from within the clan, which makes them appear more low-key and mysterious.Only rumors are left, maybe some civilians will know their names, but everything is hidden under chaos.Since their race fell apart a century ago, mutual trust has hit rock bottom.And now there is a new reason, because the Second Life began to torture civilian vampires to get news of the Black Sword Brotherhood, so it is imperative to keep a low profile. Because of this, even the few vampires who worked at the club couldn't be sure that these big men in leather clothes, who used to drink booze and threw out a lot of money were members of the Brotherhood of the Black Sword.Fortunately, they conventionally choose not to mess with them.

Sardiste sat in the booth feeling restless.He hates the atmosphere in the club, very much.He hated having so many people close by, he hated the noise, he hated the smell. Three human women chirp up to the fraternity table.All three of them are serving here this evening, and of course they're not serving wine by the glass.These women are the so-called high-level professional sex workers, with long hair, enlarged breasts, and shaped faces. The clothes on their bodies seem to be sprayed out of a spray can, which can only cover a small part of the vitals.There are many such "event feasts" in the club, especially in the VIP area.As the owner of "Zero Sum", Ravand has a business strategy mind, implements diversified operations, and sells women like alcohol and drugs.This vampire also dabbles in loan sharks and keeps a group of gamblers.In the eyes of his human clients, he somehow always manages to fish out some rarities from the backstage.

The three women were laughing and showing off their looks, wanting to do business.It's a pity that none of them were what Sadiste wanted, and Wei Xiaosi and Butch didn't pick either.Two minutes later, the group of women moved on to the next booth. Sadist is actually very hungry, and when he really needs it, he will not be allowed to pick and choose. "Hey, boss," another woman began, "any of you looking for a companion?" He raised his eyes. This woman has a strong body and a hard-lined face.Black leather jacket, short hair, dull eyes. It's fucking awesome.

Sadist stretched out his hand, raised two fingers, and tapped twice on the marble table.Butch and Weishaus got up to change positions.The shyness of the two really annoyed Sadiste. The woman piled up a smiling face: "Okay, that's it." Sadist rose and stretched, the light illuminating his face.The whore's smile froze in an instant, and she couldn't help but took half a step back. At the same moment, Ferry came out of a door on the left, his brilliantly colored hair glistening in the changing lights.On his right stood a muscular male vampire with a tattoo marked with his name: Revander.

When the two came to the table, the owner of the club smiled primly, and his purple eyes did not miss the whore's hesitation. "Good evening, gentlemen. Lisa, are you running away?" Lisa bluffed and retorted: "He can do whatever he wants, boss." "Correct answer." Nonsense, Sardiste thought. "Get out, now." He pushed open the fire escape door and followed the prostitute to the alley outside the club.The December wind "whooped" and blew up the baggy jacket he used to conceal his weapon.He didn't care about the cold, though, and neither did Lisa, though the freezing draft tangled her hair and left her almost naked.She looked up at him proudly, without trembling. She was proving that she was ready and worthy of being a professional. "That's what we do here," he said, stepping into the shadows.He took two hundred-dollar bills out of his pocket and handed them out.Her fingers brushed quickly, and the cash disappeared under the leather skirt. "What position do you want to use?" She asked, leaning her body up and wrapping her arms around his neck. But he pushed her and turned around, pressing her face against the brick wall: "I came to touch you, not you to touch me." Her body tightened, and the breath of fear pierced his nose, the pungent smell of sulfur, but the voice was still loud and stubborn: "Be careful, bastard. If I go back with bruises all over my body, Ravend will be like a murderer." I'm going to hunt you down like a beast." "Don't worry, you'll be fine when you go back." But she was still terrified.He is not ordinary indifference. "Turn your head the other way," he ordered, "put your ear to your shoulder." She did so slowly, revealing her slender neck.That's why Sardiste had picked her, short hair meant he didn't have to push anything out of his way, and he didn't have to touch it.He hated letting his hands touch any part of those women. He stared at her throat, hunger rising, fangs growing.God, he was so thirsty, he could even suck her dry in one go. "What are you going to do?" She suddenly realized, "Bite me?" "right." He moved quickly, holding her down before her body struggled and twisted.He ordered her mind to calm down, to relax, to give her an undeniably new feeling that she had never felt before, to make her feel better.When she let her guard down, he gulped and held his breath, tasting the cocaine, alcohol, and antibiotics in her blood as much as he could. After eating, he licked two teeth marks.The ability to heal itself allows wounds to heal and stop bleeding.He turned up her collar to hide the bite marks, then erased himself from her memory, and finally sent her back to the club. Alone again, he leaned listlessly against the brick wall.Human blood was too weak to provide the energy he needed, but he wasn't going to suck a drop of blood from a woman of his kind again, not ever, ever. He looked up, and the clouds that came with the biting wind had disappeared.From the gap between the two tall buildings, only a sky dotted with stars can be seen.The constellations are telling him he still has two hours left outside. After recovering some strength, he closed his eyes, disintegrated and teleported to the only place he wanted to go. Thank God he still has time to get there.