Chapter 30 Chapter Thirty

Butch took off his coat and took a random seat in the clinic's waiting room, feeling restless. Fortunately, the night had just fallen, and no vampire patients had shown up yet, and a little alone time was just what he needed.At least, until he could concentrate. The problem was that this lovely, little clinic was just below Havers' house, which meant Butch was sharing the same house with the doctor's sister at the moment.Yes... Marisa, the only vampire woman in the world he wanted to have.No one else could replace her. At this moment, she was under the same roof as him. God, this obsessive love for her was a whole new nightmare.Before that, he had never sweated because of a woman.He also didn't know whether this was the result he hoped for.Nothing but pain in the chest.

Back in September, when he came here to look for her, she turned him away, and she didn't even want to meet him again.He was willing to swear he would never bother her again, and in theory he did.So far, he deliberately passed by again and again, but sadly and timidly refused to enter, but the Escalade somehow always found a way to find this place.Little things like these didn't really bother her because she didn't know about them. He is so pathetic.However, on the premise that she didn't know how much he had suffered, he could almost accept it all.This is why tonight he will be on the verge of collapse.He didn't want his presence at the clinic to mislead her into thinking he was still courting her.In short, a man should have some dignity that belongs to him, at least the part that he shows to others should be like this.

He glanced at his watch, thirteen long minutes had just passed.He reckoned that the psychiatrist's treatment would take about an hour, so the second hand on the Patek Philippe watch had to make another forty-seven laps before he could take the child back to the car and escape from here like smoke and fire. . "Would you like some coffee?" a woman's voice asked. He looked up, and a nurse in a white uniform stood in front of him.She looked young, rolled up one sleeve, and looked eager to do something for him. "Well, of course, coffee would be fine." She smiled brightly, showing her fangs: "What coffee?"

"Black coffee, just black coffee. Thank you." The sound of moccasins rubbing against the floor faded away as she walked down the corridor. Butch unbuttoned his double jacket and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.This Valentino suit just changed before going out is one of his favorite suits, of course the Hermès tie on the neck and the Gucci leather shoes on the feet are also good. If he ran into Marisa by accident, he thought he might look as handsome as ever. "Do you want me to inject you?" Bella stared at Saddiste's face from top to bottom, her two black eyes were almost narrowed into a slit, and the beautiful redness after making love remained on the well-defined cheekbones on both sides.The weight was heavy on her, and the desire was making a comeback.She remembered that Sadist had just come inside.She was extremely surprised, since the moment he started gushing, her body became extremely calm.For the first time in the hours she had been in heat, she seemed to feel light.

But the urge is now back. "Would you like me to give you morphine, Bella?" Maybe it would be better to let him inject her with the potion.It's going to be a long night, and for all she knows, the physical symptoms will get worse and harder as time goes on.Is it really fair to ask him to stay for himself? Something soft brushed against her face, his fingers brushing her skin. "I will not leave you," he said, "how long it will take, and how many times. I will satisfy you and keep you fed in my veins until this is over. I will not abandon you. " Staring into his face, without needing to ask again, she knew this would be the only time the two of them would be together.From his eyes, she clearly saw determination.

Get together for one night and lose your love forever. He suddenly climbed up from her body and reached out to the bedside table.A huge erection stood straight from the waist.At the same time as he took the syringe, her hand also grasped the solid upright. He took a deep breath and pressed one hand back on the mattress to keep his balance. "I want you." She whispered, "I don't need medicine, I want you." He dropped the syringe to the floor and kissed her violently, spreading her thighs with his knees.Then her desire was split in two, one chasing the weapon of his rampage, the other longing for his blood.Looking at the thick blood vessels on the side of his neck, her fangs began to grow spontaneously.

As if sensing her need, he half-turned around, maintaining a position inside her while allowing her to bite his throat. "Drink." He said dryly, continuing to penetrate into her body, "take what you need." So, she bit down without hesitation, and her sharp fangs were piercing the ring-shaped slave tattoo, deeply digging into the skin.The taste of his blood touched her tongue, and she heard a growl coming from his mouth.Then, the strength and energy from him washed and penetrated her body. Facing the prisoner, Mr. O was in a daze for a while, not sure if he heard it wrong.He had caught a male vampire in the city, and now took him to the room behind the shed, cross-bound on a table.

He grasped the man's original intention, just wanted to express his displeasure, and never thought that he could get any useful information. "What's the matter?" Mr. O put his ear close to the mouth of the commoner vampire. "Her name is...Bella...the woman who was taken...her name...is Bella." Mr. O straightened up, and there was a fragrant and long-lasting smell on his skin: "Do you know that she is still alive?" "I guess she's dead." The civilian coughed weakly a few times, "She's been taken away for a long time." "Where does her family live?" Without an immediate answer, Mr. O pried open the man's mouth.After the screams, Mr. O asked again, "Where are her family members?"

"I don't know, I... really don't know. Her family... I don't know... I don't know." What followed was all nonsense, and the civilians reached the stage where they couldn't choose what to say, and it was completely useless. Mr. O slapped him and told him to shut up: "Address, I want the address." There was no answer, so he switched to another form of encouragement.The muscles on his body were severed from his body, the man panted loudly, and finally blurted out: "No. 27, Foman Street!" Mr. O's heart was pounding at this moment, but he looked down at the vampire pretending to be casual: "I'll go over there now. If you tell me the truth, I'll let you go. If not, when I come back, I will slowly torture you to death. Now, do you have anything to correct?"

The commoner vampire looked away quickly, then glanced at him again. "Hello?" Mr. O asked, "Did you hear what I said?" To quicken his reaction, he put some pressure on a sensitive spot, and the captive howled like a poor dog. "Tell me," Mr. O said softly, "then I'll let you go, and I won't torture you again." The male vampire's entire face was scrunched up, his mouth parted to reveal clenched teeth.A tear rolled down his bruised face.Although torture and pain were more the cause of breakdown than the temptation to escape, Mr. O was determined not to let this moral and self-preservation battle turn out too disappointingly.

"Thorn, number 27." "Thorn Street?" "yes." Mr. O picked out the tear, and then slit the civilian vampire's neck. "You're a big liar." The vampire's blood spurted out before he mocked lightly. Mr. O didn't stop, just grabbed the jacket stuffed with weapons and left the house.He was pretty sure that address would be empty.This is also the problem with torture, you really can't trust the information you get. No matter what was on those two streets, he would pay attention to check, but he must have made a trip for nothing. What a fucking waste of time.