My Bad Princess's
Hold on

Cyra frowned at her forehead, the words saying if she was thirsty made her think a little.

"Then you want to drink me?" cyra asked with a look towards the man in front of her.

"Can?" asked the man with a grin that looked terrible but still did not make that handsome face disappear.

"What's? My blood? Is that what you want?" ask Cyra again.

"Yes" she answered quickly.

Cyra was silent for a moment but she gave her hand.

"Then you do, you're asking for it not because you're thirsty but you want your resurrection, right? And my blood qualifies for that." answered Cyra briefly who then raised her hand.

One horrible looking smile was visible, he grabbed her and took her and started sniffing her like he wanted to smell her.

Cyra flinched, the man did not bite her directly but instead rubbed and tapped his hand first before he wanted to bite her.

Uhh!

The girl frowned, her hands slightly drawn as a reflex from the more painful bite.

The thick red liquid started to fall and then wet the mouth like ketchup.

A sense of heat, amusement and soreness mixed in his hands as the man looked so greedily sucking the blood flowing in his body.

Cracks!

The sound of the torn cloth made changes in the man's body.

The color of the skin was again blackened and then huge sharp wings were coming out of his back.

Hands and nails that slowly grew like wild animals with the form of half-human handsome.

Cyra did not say anything, he did not complain even though the pain in his hand was so disturbing.

His blood no longer fell dripping, not his can not but the thick red liquid was greedy like sucking honey.

The deg!

Cyra flinched, her body felt bound and like it was burning for something.

"Ack!"

His voice sounded jolted for a moment as his hands were forcefully taken off and then gazed towards the man for a moment.

"Why with your hands?"

Her voice still sounded heavier but the question made her able to recognize who was talking to her.

"Olympics? Or..."

The man turned his head, he stared confusedly at the changing condition of his body and then looked towards the girl again.

His hand was raised, not wanting to hit him but like pushing him down on the bed.

"What happened to me?" asked Alessio who was confused but his body seemed to move on its own as if following something that he could not stop.

Ack!

Cyra flinched, his strength had no effect at all and he knew it because after the night of the resurrection he could no longer use it to threaten the man in front of him.

The painful bite is now asking for another place.

The smooth neck was like a suitable place.

Alessio knew what he was doing, he didn't feel his body moving on its own just like he had a strong desire to do something.

"Ukh...."

The girl flinched, the long fingernails of her index finger pressing down on her chest like it wanted to pierce through her heart.

He grimaced, his taste as if stabbed by a sword.

The man raised his face with eyes that saw for himself if he was stabbing the girl's heart with his hands.

"Hold, you're coming back, right?" his whisper was in the ear of the girl in pain and he did not know why he could say it.

Cyra did not answer, his face paled and the fresh blood had made his bedsheet become red like a sea of tragedy.