The Clutches of Lonely Vampires
Luther Van Broden's

Elena fainted in the hands of the armless black-robed young man. His skin looked pale as if he was suffering from anemia. Although he looked burly and was able to carry Elena for more than 200 miles towards his sojourn castle, the young man grinned loudly, saying, showing both fangs while holding back the tremors that pervaded her entire body as Elena's blood continued to flow from her forehead, arms, and legs touched Luther Van Broden's skin. The young man with a height of 182 cm and had long black hair as soft as silk was staring at the girl who was breathing with a gasp in astonishment.

Instead of directly killing Elena on the ground after she licked the blood flowing from Elena's forehead, Luther felt her body react spectacularly. He twitched, like reaching a tension that he never felt even though he got the hunt of a dark hunter or supernatural humans like that.

The young man groaned like a person in pain as well as overwhelming favors. His body was hot and he was craving Elena's blood.

Luther knelt down, he stroked Elena's face with his pointy nails in the middle of the dense forest. The atmosphere felt very dense with darkness and silence, no sunlight touched the ground. And the air is getting cold.

"You who? Why are you in my family's outermost territory?" ask Luther. His body trembled violently after tasting Elena's blood, his new fangs similar to bee venom suddenly growing half a centimeter.

Luther felt even more astonished by Elena's unexpected presence.

"I bet the bear would've eaten you a brownish-red-haired girl. You have to come with me because how could I let you go..." A sharp grin spread across Luther's red lips after the blood that ran through Elena's body he cleaned with his own tongue.

"I won't let you go until my powers are perfect!" Luther again held onto Elena's weakly drooping body, he lowered his head without removing his gaze from Elena's face even though his feet continued to jump from tree to tree and ran without pause on the savannah that had the beautiful green grass until the air pressure got lower when the height above sea level is increasing towards the castle which is at the top of the mountains.

Luther sighed, his attitude turning to alert as the five similar nations under his control sniffed out Elena's blood existence.

They ran after Luther, who continued to grow irritated from the branches of the tree from all directions.

Holy blood.

The sharp grin of vampire fangs came from behind a bloodthirsty mouth. Their noses sniffed the scent of Elena's human body.

Holy blood.

Luther snarled. "Mine!"

Arrive in front of a fairly magnificent castle with medieval victorian architecture and away from the outskirts of the dense forest of Delucia.

His black boot leg stomped the floor on the uppermost staircase violently. Luther twisted his body, his robe and hair blushing dramatically. His purple eyes slowly became fiery, his mouth chanting incantations. Dark purple glowers covered Luther's body and flew towards the five vampires in front of him who were about to attack the vampire king, as if Elena's presence was robbing them of their senses.

Slowly there was a sound of pain, the bodies of the five vampires were burned to ashes and lost to the wind that blew strong.

"You want to die in my house?"

Luther's robes and long hair until his back were again dramatically blistered as the two hundred-year-old turned around, walking towards the castle.

The bodyguards standing in the corridors of the castle stared at the human presence in Luther's arms with reverent and flabbergasted expressions at once.

"Nobody can touch this girl but me!" The loud bang that echoed haughtily from Luther's boots seemed to indicate that his speech was not playful. The young man climbed the boys one by one until he reached his room which was on the left wing of the castle. Spacious room with all the furnishings complete with the beauty of medieval art that is timeless along with the Van Broden family.

The door opened without Luther having to open it himself. And, he carefully placed Elena on her bed.

Without a limit, for a moment so miraculous for Luther's eternal life, the beautiful young man for a nation of his kind looked at Elena from top to bottom until his chest felt tight. She could see the beauty of the girl who had tiny lips, clean cheeks and a petite body wrapped in torn clothes and absorbed some of Elena's blood.

"A very young girl." Luther touched Elena's hot forehead.

The girl groaned without opening her eyes as Luther cast a healing spell. The purple light then enveloped Elena's body.

The gaping wounds on his body slowly closed and dried up until his scar disappeared.

Luther pulled his hand from Elena's forehead with a small smile. He took off his robe to cover Elena's tired slumbering body so that her human scent would not go out everywhere freely.

Luther tidied Elena's hair. Inexplicably her chest warmed up despite her cold-hearted soul and inexplicably Elena had hers in less than an hour before Reyand realized everything had changed. Elena is no longer hers and all the chaos will ensue.

Luther lay down beside Elena, on the bed that often accompanied his solitude, Luther's smile did not fade, he pulled Elena's fingers.

"Whose name?" Luther's body again twitched considering that his blood had been mixed with Elena's pure blood. He was agitated, his body pressing closer to Elena's body. While in the castle without him knowing it has been a very hot gossip of the presence of humans at the center of the power of the vampire nation.

What if Valek finds out?

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...To be continued...