Conquering His Cold Heart

221 A Whim

Tilla’s soul left her body when she saw those elongated fangs of Vincent yet again. She wouldn’t probably have been that terrified if she just saw his fangs. But she also saw that look on his face, the look which clearly said that he was ready to feast on every single drop of blood, not just a few drops.

Tilla wanted to run and look for someone who could save her from being killed. However, her legs had completely given up. They wouldn’t move an inch. She thought that was the end for her and accepted her fate that she was going to die at the hand of a vampire.

However, Tilla was surprised when Vincent didn’t pounce on her. Rather, he turned his head away from her. When she followed his gaze, she saw a man who was holding his palms together and was slowly limping toward them.

Although that man was relatively far for Tilla to see properly, she was able to guess from the limping that he was recently hurt. And judging from Vincent’s reaction, he was also bleeding.

She quickly looked back at Vincent, only to see him ready to run towards that man. It seemed like he was under some kind of enchantment when he looked at that man. Tilla widened her eyes at the realization that Vincent was going to attack that man because he was in his dazed state.

At the moment, he didn’t look like he cared about any law, his reputation, or the consequences that followed after.

“No!” Tilla shouted at the top of her lungs. And almost as if she had no control over her own body, she shot herself forward at her fastest speed, threw her whole body weight at Vincent with force, and pushed Vincent back inside the room.

Both of them tumbled on the floor with Tilla on top of Vincent’s body. She pushed the door close with her toes. And within a split second, she shoved her wrist into Vincent’s mouth.

“Drink!” she shouted at him as though she was giving an order.

.....

It all happened within a few seconds, and even Vincent looked confused as to how he ended up like that, with Tilla lying on top of him and her wrist in his mouth. However, he wasn’t quite happy about it.

Vincent snarled at Tilla and tried to throw her off of him. His nose was already smelling someone’s fresh blood, and he was attracted to that smell. He didn’t want Tilla at the moment.

However, all that Tilla had in her mind was not letting Vincent attack any innocent person, that also in some foreign land. Although she was scared out of her mind until a while ago about getting bitten by Vincent, she didn’t care about it anymore if it meant that she would be able to save that man’s life and along with it, save Vincent’s face.

So, she grabbed Vincent’s clothes and clung to him when he tried to throw her off. Then she sat up on his stomach and tried to shove her wrist inside his mouth with much greater force than before.

Vincent was clenching his jaw tightly and wasn’t opening his mouth at all as if Tilla was trying to feed some kind of poison to him.

However, he couldn’t resist for much longer because although he was shutting his mouth tightly, Tilla managed to push his lips apart and then graze her wrist on his sharp fangs. Slowly, a hint of blood seeped out of that grazed surface.

And Vincent’s attention was immediately grabbed by that sweeter smell. He instantly stopped struggling and wrestling with Tilla, and gently licked the grazed area with the tip of his tongue.

His pupils dilated when he got that divine taste. Then in the very next moment, he grabbed her arm, opened his mouth wide, and dig all of his fangs into her slender wrist.

“Mmm...” a painful moan escaped Tilla’s lips. She instantly closed her eyes tightly and then clasped her mouth with her free palm so that she wouldn’t shout or scream in pain.

Vincent also closed his eyes in delight when the warm and sweet blood gushed inside his mouth. He felt as though he was flying high up in heaven after getting to enjoy such sweet blood.

He didn’t know if it tasted better than other humans’ blood because of his extreme hunger, or because it was actually better. No matter the reason, he was enjoying the drink greatly.

Under the influence of his insatiable hunger, he didn’t realize that he had been sucking blood nonstop, and directly from the source. And he had forgotten that that source was no one else but Tilla.

Tilla was now starting to get somewhat lightheaded. It was finally settling in her mind that in the name of doing charity to others, she had quite literally pushed herself into the mouth of the very danger that she was trying to run away from.

“Lord Vincent... I think you should stop now,” she finally dared to speak in her feeble voice because from the way he was gulping down her blood, she knew that he wouldn’t stop until he drained every drop of blood in her body.

As expected, he didn’t open his eyes and neither did he stop sucking the blood.

She tried calling him again, “Lord Vincent!” She gulped hard and spoke with her shaken breath, “You are hurting me...”

Yet again, there was no sign of Vincent stopping what he was doing.

Tilla wondered if she could forcefully pull her wrist away. However, he was gripping her too strongly. And even if he wasn’t gripping, her wrist would snap if she tried to pull her hand away when his fangs were still in deep.

With no other option, she tightly clenched her fist of the hand that was free. And then she glared at his closed eyes.

“I’m sorry... but not so sorry because if I don’t do this, you might kill me soon,” she mumbled, and then using all of her force, she swung her fist while aiming at his left eye.