My Sweet Vampire Don Dailymotion

This is a bad idea.

For the umpteenth time that sentence rang in my head. A little regret tucked into my heart for rejecting Oliver's offer to take me home.

Well, it was actually part of my pride that prevented me from taking up the offer.

We just ended our relationship two weeks ago. After two years of being with him, finally a few weeks ago a woman came into my apartment and slapped me just like that before screaming at me to stay away from Oliver.

She claims to be Oliver's girlfriend, and admits they have been dating for over a year.

Damn Oliver, he's not even that handsome. But that damn thing has been cheating on me behind my back for over a year.

I looked back again for the third time, while my feet were still moving. My instincts told me something was following me, or someone.

All this because Mr. Newman forced some of his staff to work overtime for the past three days.

And today is the worst, we can only go home at half past twelve in the evening. Me, Oliver, and several other staff.

Unfortunately there are no buses running at this late hour, whereas waiting for a taxi will take longer. So I stupidly decided to walk.

Now, the idea of walking alone to my apartment at 12 at night sounds so stupid.

I turned my head back to the deserted street behind me. This area is too quiet.

"This is a really bad idea, Ella." I muttered to myself. I should have been patient and waited for a taxi.

I've passed this road several times because it's the quickest route to my apartment on foot.

This street is filled with food shops and Mexican goods which I remember always being busy during the day. Unfortunately the atmosphere during the day is in stark contrast to tonight.

All shops have stopped operating and closed tightly. I could only see the light from some of the shop windows and from the street lamps. The rest was pitch black.

The sound of my heels which were not too high sounded faint when I knocked on the pavement I was walking on. Somehow the fine hairs on the nape of my neck have stood up a little since entering this damn street.

I forced my eyes to look straight ahead, only a hundred meters left until I got out of this terrible road. And I promise I'll never go through it again at night.

Suddenly a shrill scream broke the silence around me, making my steps stop in place. His voice sounded slashing, as if the owner of the voice was really in pain.

A stark contrast to the silence I previously heard.

All the fine hairs on my body are now standing up together with the instinct in my head that screams to run. But part of my conscience told me to turn around and help the owner of that voice.

This is one of human weakness; trusting his conscience more than his brain. If this were a horror film, I would be the first to die horribly.

My heart pounded hard inside my chest cavity as I turned around again. No matter how loud my instincts screamed inside my head, I took a step toward the source of the sound.

The screeching came again, this time intermittently. While walking, my right hand, which was slightly shaking, slipped into my handbag, looking for my cell phone.

My steps stopped hesitantly in front of a dark alley that might be the source of the sound. Now the screams had stopped completely and returned to leaving silence.

I squinted my eyes toward the dark alley, hoping to see more clearly. This alley is not very big, just like the alleys in horror films where Jack the Ripper comes out of the dark with his bloody knife after butchering his victims.

Hands still a little shaky, my fingers dialed 911, then out of the corner of my eye I could see a shadow moving in the darkness.

"Hello?" Suddenly a man's voice echoed in the alley, almost making me drop my phone from my hand in surprise.

I looked up at the silhouette of a man walking toward me. This time I followed my instincts, my feet stepping back a few meters.

He was wearing a white shirt with a black leather jacket and jeans. What is clear is that he does not look like Jack the Ripper.

"Are you okay?" asked the man with a small smile. The smile on his face looked a little strange, so I stepped back again.

"What sound is that?" I asked in a slightly panicked voice. My heart was pounding so fast I could almost hear it pounding in my ears.

The man stopped a few feet in front of me right under the street light, the light shining on his face clearly.

His slightly long black hair touched the collar of his shirt. His two awkward black eyes stared at me. He fell into the handsome category.

Or very handsome if we met under normal circumstances.

But there was something odd-something wrong with him. The man smiled again when he saw the expression on my face.

"What sound did you hear?" He tilted his head to the right slightly, his deep voice almost pleasant.

Like the voice of a rented Santa Claus who is usually displayed in malls to take pictures and give Christmas gifts to children.

It's just that this one sounds a hundred times more dangerous than Santa Claus's voice.

My mouth opens to answer him, then I close it again. If he's a killer, then telling him isn't a good idea. My hand gripped my phone tightly.

"Ummm, I think I heard wrong." I muttered while getting ready to turn around.

"Wait a minute, Miss." The voice sounded commanding as it called out to me, making me back rooted to the spot.

"Is someone following you?" he asked in a worried tone as he glanced behind me.

On reflex, my head turned behind me too to look, but there was nothing there.

"Ah, I think I saw wrong." Suddenly the voice sounded so close that it made my heart jump in my chest. When I turned back, he was right in front of me.

"Tsk. Sweet miss, I'm a little sorry to hurt you." He said it in a lazy voice before grinning slightly, a pair of fangs showing from behind his lips.

His hands moved as my mouth opened to scream. And in just one second, his warm and wet lips touched my neck.

A pair of sharp fangs tore through the skin of my neck very painfully. My mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out of me.

The last thing I remember was the bright light from the streetlights and the horrible sound of loud gulping.

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