"Is this love?" I laughed inwardly. Perhaps I've finally found the man I've been searching for.
"I don't think I've seen you here before," I downed my drink in one go.
"Maybe it's fate," he replied with a smile that felt like spring sunshine enveloping me.
Through our conversation, I learned his name was Martin and that he worked at a research institute downtown.
I assumed he was involved in scientific research since there wasn't any biological research institute downtown.
We chatted pleasantly together.
As we drank real alcohol together and lost ourselves in each other's company.
But when I leaned closer to his neck, that moment, I realized that I wanted to drink his blood. My desire surged intensely. Abruptly pushing Martin away, I hurriedly ran outside.
Back home that night, I soaked in my blood pool leisurely while gazing at two nearly lifeless men within it—feeling no pity whatsoever.
After indulging myself with their blood, the terrifying cracks on my face disappeared while the crimson hue in my eyes gradually faded away. Breathing heavily in satisfaction, I retracted my fangs.