Not Ordinary Love (Vampire Love Story)
Finally, I Found You

Larasati obediently followed Sakti to and fro, examining several patients. He was tired, but it was fun too. He had a new experience that he had never thought of before.

The doctor turned out well too, teaching Laras painstakingly and patiently. That annoying trait is a little lost now. Even after this he wanted to go to medical school as well. Not because the Doctor was, but because he was happy to be able to help people.

They are currently examining the wounds of a teenager who was treated for an accident.

They stand side by side in the patient's bed. “Sus, please scissor plaster to paste this gauze.”

“Good Doc,” Take a roll of plaster and cut it ten cm long. Cut back some parts, and “Aduh,,,” accidentally exposed his left fingertip scissors.

Tests, tests, tests, tests,

Fresh red liquid dripped onto the shiny floor.

Wussssss, like there was a slow wind blowing the scent of blood. Stabbing Sakti's olfactory until penetrating to his heart which suddenly thumped.

Blood blood blood blood.

The word seemed to be spinning in his head. Then turned to look at Laras who grimaced pressing his fingertips.

Oh, my God, I can't take it anymore. Please help me to hold back. Without him noticing his eyes turning red, his legs trembled as it held back his own inner war. The desire to prey on, and the defense to no longer attack humans.

I'm losing.

SREEKKK, PLEASE,,

As fast as lightning he approached Larasati. Grabbing his injured hand and sucking his blood. Baras' shock isn't a bitch. Sakti's like an infidelity person, while sucking his wound.

Grrrrr, suddenly his nape goosebumps. Why this guy? Why was the wound bitten as well. Pain Tauu ! “Dok, stop. I'm it's okay. It's just a small wound. You are overdoing it.” He meant to pull his hands. But the doctor was holding tightly to his wrist. His head continued to suck blood through the tip of his finger.

“Doctor, why are you doing this?” Laras was forced to push the head of the Sakti Doctor. Because his hands are getting sick.

“Hah?” Sakti is starting to realize what he is doing. Then he took off his hand slowly. Still gathering lives to digest the situation that just happened. Larasati looks pale. Afraid, surprised, and maybe too much blood sucked by the Doctor.

Reflex he rubbed the blood droplets at the corners of his lips with his thumb. What have I done? Arggghhhh,shial,shial,shial. He cursed himself in his heart. ”Sorry Laras, I accidentally,” he said later.

“Doctor wants to kill me? Why was his blood not thrown away? Did the doctor drink his blood?” his breathing was dull, he was completely inexhaustible with this one Doctor. Instead of treating the wound, it made it worse. His body felt weak for a moment.

“Sorry, I treat the wound,” Sakti just grimaces, while scratching the back of his head.

“No need, I am traumatized by Doctor !” then go to the table near the window of the patient who gawked at their debate. Larasati wrapped her wound with plaster while muttering for some reason.

On the other side, a cafe near the hospital.

A man in a black suit, enjoying a glass of wine. His tall body leaned against the iron chair there. Women were heard whispering praising his good looks. He just smiled, no matter what. The look in his eyes continued to observe the ram'ping high glass mouth in front of him, until suddenly, the,

This scent? Is this the scent of the golden flower blood?

His sharp, observant eyes scanned the surroundings as fast as lightning, and stopped at the figure of the girl clad in wounds near the hospital window in front of him. The transparent glass, clearly revealed the figure of the girl. Its aura is clearly visible even though it is at a distance far enough if from the point of view of a human. But not for this guy.

There you seem to be human.

Praaaanckk.

The man dropped his wine glass on the floor, he did not care about his expensive shoes being hit by the splash of liquid. Then took out the broken glass and scratched his own palm.

SING, SING,

A reddish-black viscous liquid flowed from his scar.

But he smiled thinly. I finally found you, he mumbled.

Wusss, then his body disappeared with the wind.

**

The irritated barrel left the Doctor in the patient room. He walked alone down the hallway on the 3rd floor of the hospital. Why is this floor suddenly empty. Where's everybody? Larasati looked at the clock on her wrist. Oh, pantes. It was lunchtime apparently.

Suddenly he felt followed. Someone noticed it. The girl walked a little quickly, occasionally looking back. Why be serem like this, it's broad daylight. There can't be ghosts, right?

Bugs. His body felt like it was hitting something hard. Then his head looked up, a pair of legs standing in front of him, his Netranya scan up and, who is this? pretty too, too. Uh..

"Sorry sir, I didn't intentionally,". Why is there suddenly someone. I guess there wasn't.

The man stared at her intensely with sparkling eyes. Was meeting me so pleasant.why did his eyes look so? Larasati got goosebumps because of her gaze.

"I hurt Miss. Can you help treat the wound?" Raised his scratched right hand, with blood still flowing.

"Good Lord. Why didn't you say that earlier. Let me treat." Lead to sit in the long chair of the waiting room there.

Larasati was actually astonished. Why is there anyone here with this kind of wound. Even though on the lower floor, many nurses are ready to help at any time. Is he a patient's family treated in one of the rooms on this floor. But why is it that you can get hurt this deep? Questions paraded in his head. But his hand deftly gave the medicine and wrapped his wound with a bandage.

The man just kept silent, watching Larasati's exposed neck. Because his hair was rolled high above his head. Glek,glek, he swallowed his saliva repeatedly. If you don't remember the job, maybe this girl's been preyed on. And this wound drama, just to make sure of his belief. If he had found what he had been looking for for hundreds of years.

Grrrrrrr,, Again Laras felt his neck goosebumps. Does this hospital have ghosts? Cerems,,,. He continued to bandage the wound, without paying attention to the gaze of his patient.

to be continue...