Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

Sardist tried to hold himself still while Bella sucked the blood.He didn't want to disturb her, but every twitch in his veins brought him one step closer to losing control.The mistress was the only one who had sucked blood from his body, and the brutality in his memory was as sharp as the fangs piercing his wrist now.Fear came to him with clear and vivid visions; but there was no shadow of the past, only the panic of the present. Damn it... he's completely dizzy and about to pass out like a sissy. Furious, he tried to regain his focus, focusing on Bella's red hair.Near his free hand, a few strands of hair were knotted.The little light above the shower was shining, illuminating a lovely thick wave of brownish-red, a stark contrast to the hostess's blond hair.

God, Bella's hair looked so soft...if he had the guts, he'd bury his hands in...no, his whole face...in those reddish-brown waves.Can he take it?He hesitated.So close to a woman?Will he suffocate when more fear hits him? If it was Bella, he thought he might be able to get over it. That's right...he really wished he could bury his face in her long hair.Maybe he could dig all the way down, find her neck, and maybe... place a kiss on her throat, just a soft, real kiss. Well... Next, he might raise his head and let his lips brush her cheek.Maybe, she will allow him to do this?He won't go near her mouth.Nor could she imagine that she would have the slightest desire to be near her scar, or her shapeless upper lip.Besides, he didn't know how to kiss.Both the hostess and her minions know how to avoid his sharp teeth when kissing.And after that, he never thought of being so intimate with a woman.

Bella stopped, tilted her head, and looked up at Sadist with her sapphire eyes, as if to make sure he was okay. Her concern seemed to hurt his self-esteem.God, she thought him so weak, thinking that he couldn't even provide blood for a woman... But this trepidation also made Bella understand his feelings while sucking blood.To make matters worse, not so long ago, the expression on her face seemed to show fear, whether it meant she learned that he had been used as a slave in other ways than blood. He couldn't bear to be sympathized by her, and he didn't want to see that so-called worried expression, and he had no interest in coddling and comforting him.So he opened his mouth, ready to urge her to stop.For some reason, that anger lost its way on the way from the belly to the throat.

"It's all right," he said hoarsely, "I'm emotionally stable, very stable." The relaxation in her eyes seemed to be another slap in the face to him. She ducked again, and Sadist thought, I hate this. Well... what he hates is this way of sucking blood, and what he hates even more is the delusions in his head.But with a gentle twitch in his wrist, he realizes that he might like it a little bit. However, the thought lasted only until he remembered what Bella had swallowed.Dirty blood...decadent blood...polluted, corroded blood.God, he still can't figure out why Bella rejects Ferry, the man who is perfect inside and out, and would rather kneel here on the hard cold tiles, bite through the slave ring tattoo on his hand, and suck blood .why would she...

Sadist closed his eyes.Obviously because of what happened to her, Bella felt that she was only worthy of such a filthy person.That second person may have torn her self-esteem. As God bears witness, he must end that bastard's last breath with his own hands. Bella sighed softly, let go of his wrists, stretched his body, and leaned against the wall of the shower room.Her eyes were downcast and her body was limp.The drenched silk pajamas were stuck to the body, and the hem was rolled up to the legs, exposing the thighs and buttocks... She looked up at him.Sadist expected her to pass out immediately, so that he wouldn't try to recall the scene of her swallowing the hideous liquid.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Thank you." She said hoarsely, "Thank you for letting me..." "Well, you don't have to say it." God, he wished he could protect her from being hurt by him.The mistress throbbed in his body all the time.The woman's cruelty was still in his arteries, spinning around him.And Bella had just swallowed the poison into her stomach. He should have been more determined to refuse directly. "I'll carry you back to bed." He said again. Seeing that Bella didn't refuse, he picked her up and walked out of the shower room.He stopped for a moment in front of the sink, grabbed a bath towel and gave it to her.

"Mirror." She whispered, "You covered the mirror, why?" He didn't answer, just walked into the bedroom.No matter what, he couldn't tell her about her tragedy in person. "Tell me, do I look ugly?" She leaned on his shoulder and asked. He walked to the bed and asked her to stand on it: "The nightgown is wet, you should take it off. You can use this to dry it." She took the towel and started to undo her belt.He turned quickly, listening to the rubbing and flapping of clothes behind him, the sheets moving. Bella lay on the bed, the oldest desire deep within her urging, demanding that he lie next to her now.Of course, it's not just as simple as hugging her, he wants to enter her body, twitch back and forth... release.It seemed to be taken for granted that since he had provided her with the blood in her veins, the sex part had to be done naturally.

It really sucks.When he woke up, he only saw Bella's satisfied smiling face under him. He scratched his head.God, he had to leave her. Well, we'll be parting soon, won't we?Bella is leaving tonight, leaving here and going back to her home. His instincts were foolish enough to urge him to object and let Bella stay in his bed.But fuck stupid, ignorant desires.He just needs to do his job.He should go out and find the second man and kill that guy for Bella.This is what he should do. Thinking of this, Sadist went into the closet, pulled out a shirt, and equipped the weapon.Clutching the sword sheath on his chest, he wondered if he should ask Bella to describe the second person who kidnapped her, but he didn't want her to go through the trauma again.He could ask Tormont, the brother who always handled things like that well.Let Tormont talk to her when she returns to her family tonight.

"I'm going out." Sardist said, buckling the leather sword sheath on his waist. "Before you go back, do you want me to ask Fritz to bring you something to eat?" no answer.So he turned his head and looked out of the door frame. Bella sat on the side of the bed, just watching him without saying a word. Another wave of heavy instinct hit him. He wanted to see her eat with his own eyes.After they made love, after he entered her, he wanted her to eat the food he brought for her, the food he fed her.Damn it, he even thought about hunting for her, getting back the meat to cook for her himself, and feeding her until she was full.After that, he wanted to lie down beside her, hold the dagger in his hand, and guard her when she fell asleep.

He went into the closet again.God, he's going crazy. "I asked him to get you something to eat," he finally said. After checking the black blades of the two daggers, he tried a knife on the inside of his forearm, making a cut, and the pain pierced into his brain.He looked at the two tooth marks Bella left on his wrist, then shook his head, focusing on the preparations.He wore a holster around his waist and a Sig Sol pistol on the left and right.Both 9mm revolvers were fully loaded, and two magazines hung from the belt.A throwing knife was tucked into the back pocket, and enough shurikens were confirmed.He tucked his feet into riding boots, and finally pulled on a light cloak to conceal his mobile arsenal.

When he came out, Bella was still sitting on the bed, watching him.Her blue eyes, like jewels, like the night sky... "Saddist?" He suppressed the urge to slap himself: "What?" "Do you think I'm ugly?" Seeing his reaction, Bella covered her face with one hand, "Forget it." Watching her wince, Sadist remembered the first time he saw her.Time went back to a few weeks ago, when she saw him in the gym frightened; and she also surprised him, making him stand dumbfounded, his feet seemed to be rooted, and he couldn't move.Even now, she can still affect him, as if a switch is installed in his brain, and the only remote control is in her hand. He cleared his throat: "For me, you are still the same." He turned his back, but heard the sound of his nose twitching, one after another. He turned his head: "Bella...damn it..." "I'm sorry." She hid her voice behind her hands, "I'm sorry. You can go. I... I'm fine. I'm sorry, I'm fine." But he walked over and sat by the bed, hoping that he had some talent for making people happy: "There is nothing to apologize for." "I broke into your room, occupied your bed, forced you to sleep next to me, and asked you to let me eat blood. I'm... sorry." She took a deep breath, restraining her emotions, but the expression on her face The disappointment lingered, as if raindrops had picked up the smell of dirt on the hot sidewalk, "I know, too. I should get out of here. I know you don't want me here, but I just want... I can't go back to my farm , that's where the second person took me, so I can't go back. But I don't want to live with the family. They don't understand what's happening to me now, and I don't have the energy to go back. Explain. I just need some time. I need to find a way to get rid of the lingering things in my mind. But I can't be alone, and I don't want to see anyone, except..." Her voice became softer and softer, and he could only say, "You can stay here as long as you want." She started sobbing again.Damn, is that wrong too?He was puzzled. "Bella...I..." What should he do? Reach out?asshole!To hold her hand?mean!I was fighting fiercely in my heart, vetoing every proposal. He can't even do it. "Do you want me to move out of this room? Give you some space?" More cries answered, and between the cries she murmured, "I need you." God, did he hear right? "Bella, don't cry. Don't cry, just look at me." Finally, Bella took a deep breath and wiped away the tears on her face.After confirming her attention, Sardist said, "You don't have to worry about anything. You can stay here as long as you want. Is that clear enough?" She just looked at him silently. "Just give me a nod to let me know you heard." She nodded, and Sadist stood up, "Also, I'm the last thing you need, so you'd better take this now Get rid of the thought." "but I……" He was already heading for the door: "I'll be back before dawn. Fritz knows how to find me...well, all of us." After leaving Bella, Sardist strode through the aisle hung with portraits of French kings and sculptures, passed Reese's study and the grand staircase, and knocked on three doors in a row, but no one answered.So he continued downstairs, and finally found what he was looking for in the kitchen. Ricky's wife Mary was peeling potatoes.A lot of potatoes, like an army of potatoes.She raised her gray eyes and kept turning the knife over the potatoes.She looked around, thinking that Sadist must be looking for someone else, or maybe she just wished she didn't have to be alone with him. "Can you put your hands aside?" Sardiste said, nodding his jaw towards the pile of potatoes. "Well, of course, Ricky can eat whatever else he wants. Besides, Fritz almost went crazy about my cooking. Let's not talk about that, that... what do you need?" "It's not me, it's Bella. She probably needs a friend right now." Mary put down the half-peeled potatoes and the knife in her hand: "I'm worried about her too, I want to see her." "She's in my room." Sadist spun around, already thinking about which alley in the city to show up. "Saddist?" He put his hand on the door: "What?" "You took good care of her." He could only think of the blood Bella drank, and the rush of desire he wanted to unleash in her. "No." He turned around and said the next sentence. Sometimes you have to get involved all over again, Mr. O thought, trotting through the woods. More than 300 meters away from his truck, the woodland gradually turned into a flat grassland.He stopped, still hiding behind the pine forest. Across the snow blanket on the ground, the farm behind was where he first discovered the female vampire.In the fading twilight, there was a postcard-like beauty in front of my eyes.Her house has the same beauty as a Norman Rockwell painting, and it can be called the most perfect design style in Central America. The only shortcoming is that there is no smoke from the red brick chimney. He took out the binoculars to look around, and then focused on the house.Tire tracks in the driveway, and footprints leading to the door, had him concerned that the property had changed hands and someone would be moving in soon.However, the furniture in the house was still there, and he could tell at a glance that it was the furniture she used when she was still living here. He put down the binoculars, hung them around his neck, and bent down.He will be here waiting for her.If she was still alive, she would come here by herself, or someone who took care of her would come here to get some items she needed.If she died, someone would start moving her belongings away. At least, he was looking forward to what he expected to happen.Because, he has no other clues to follow, neither her name nor her family's address, let alone guess where she is now.His other option was to go outside and continue to hunt down civilian vampires and interrogate her whereabouts.No other female vampires have been kidnapped in a while, so she's bound to be the talk of the clan.The problem is, that might take him weeks, or even months.Moreover, information obtained through torture is not always reliable. Not so much trouble, keeping an eye on her home might be more likely to bring him results.He could just sit and wait until someone came and left him a clue to get her back.Had it been the scarfaced Brotherhood fighter who had shown up, perhaps his actions would have been simpler and clearer. That arrangement couldn't be more perfect. Mr. O knelt down against the cold wind. God...he expected her to be alive.