The Clutches of Lonely Vampires
Jonathan & Patricia 2

The next two days felt like two years. The weather was very bad, snow like hail never stopped. Make the surface of the soil thick and difficult for living things to pass. The sound of hail blaring on the mist-covered roof of the factory added to the chill as Jonathan's angry attitude towards Patricia intensified, he was silent and starving as well he fortified himself with a silver knife placed in front of Patricia.

Let's just say Patricia's approaching, her life's over.

"We have to work together to get out of here, Jo! I need blood, I'm hungry. You too. Forget it last night, I helped you absorb the sweat that came out of your body." Patricia said, exasperated, Jonathan should be happy that Patricia was with him when the storm was going on rather than alone.

"Do you want to live a celibate life like Mark?" search Patricia.

With a feeling of uneasiness Jonathan instead thought of the speech of a mad vampire who repeatedly hugged him whenever aspirin made him sleep and rest. His heart seemed to be crushed by the fact that he was the same as Marissa. Their relationship is tarnished by lonely vampires who need attention and warmth.

Marissa doesn't want to get married, nor can I dip myself in the pit of sin. Is celibacy going to be my choice?

Patricia shook her head as she smashed her lips, her index finger twitching as if she was the mother teacher who was commenting on her student who had wrongly answered her question.

"You should talk to Marissa first, who knows she doesn't want to get married because there's a reason she doesn't want to."

Jonathan remained silent, when doubt and hunger struck his senses lazily once he opened his mouth. Waste of energy he thought, not to mention the relationship that he had to decide whether to make him lay down his body again.

Jonathan closed his eyes. He wanted to focus his mind on Luther, but hurriedly he withdrew it. Patricia will know. Yes Patricia does know that's why she keeps flirting with the guy to talk.

"Let's go back to the cathedral, Jo. It's too boring here. Just sleep with you You're so angry, but I just need some entertainment and don't touch you." Patricia picked up a piece of wood, she put away the silver knife so quickly that it slammed deep into the dull, dirty dilapidated floor.

Jonathan grunting. Over the time that he wasted on calming down he finally straightened his body lazily. He looked at Patricia who wanted to swerve towards him.

"You think we can get through the storm outside? I could die of hunger and cold. Just get Luther here to bring him some food!" urged Jonathan.

"Can't, Luther is returning to the castle. He's persuading papa and mama to come to the cathedral." Patricia said. Jonathan could imagine how Luther and Valek argued and it comforted him.

"Then what's your plan? Look, I'm sick of you. You're an old-faced teenager."

Patricia looked up and her eyes sadistically looked into Jonathan's eyes. He projected his mind, bringing the memories of his lifetime into his mind.

Jonathan's eyes widened slowly with gaped lips.

Patricia showed a graceful appearance like a king's daughter in general whose movements all followed the rules that prevailed before tragic circumstances befell her.

"Enough!" muttered Jonathan. "It doesn't matter to me now to see you in the lifetime!"

"I used to be this way." complained Patricia as if sorry. "I used to be pretty, right?"

O Lord, Jonathan searched where his silver knife lay under the dim light that made it difficult for him to find it.

"Alright, Jo. We'll just sleep together, it's okay, you'll forget." Patricia grimacing.

"Even if I live under one roof with Marissa I never sleep with her!" Jonathan stands. "We've found our way home."

"Easy." Patricia laughed. "You give me your blood, then I'll carry you later because I'm strong."

Jonathan smiled strangely. It couldn't have happened, no matter how much bigger she was than Patricia, it was impossible for her to attach herself to the girl let alone give her blood away for free. It could be that his increasing strength will actually make the girl attack and hit him.

Patricia stretched her body, "We'll just make a chance, Jo. Come on, let's see when we're here."

"OK." concluded Jonathan. "I gave you my blood, but never look for another chance and remember my psychic blood is different from ordinary human blood."

"What's the difference, Jo?" patricia asked enthusiastically, her eyes twinkling. He waited for Jonathan's explanation impatiently.

"Wow." Patricia is excited not playing, she jumps like a girl her age in the real world who is in love. Amazed and really impatient. "Do, Jo. Do it now."

"You have to agree!" Jonathan gives Patricia a tug-drawn coat with a sour face.

"Good." Patricia extended her hand,

it was a tempting offer, very, very tempting. "We have to hurt you, Jo!"

"No biting, you just have to take a sip!" Jonathan pulled the knife out of his army trouser pocket while scraping his index skin until it bled.

"Smoke it?" ask Patricia to make sure. "I'm good at sipping." His eyes flashed mischievously.

Jonathan sighed then extended his index finger in front of Patricia's mouth.

The girl sniffed the scent of her blood before grabbing Jonathan's hand, her tongue licking the blood flowing along her index finger before sipping it with a long pull.

Jonathan hardened his jaw as Patricia's finger moved everywhere. To the tongue almost to his throat

"Enough." Jonathan pulled her by force.

Patricia let out a delicious sigh, the sensation made her eyes blur, her body twitch. Jonathan covered his ears for a long time.

"I'm going crazy about this vampire."

Patricia grinned after being able to lower her enjoyment. "Look your blood, Jo. I felt like I had reached the peak of pleasure without doing anything. How're you? You feel it too?"

"How can you be stupid!" sergeant Jonathan.

"You should just open the pants! Substantial. Already, let's get on my back. We'll be faster to the cathedral than walking alone!" Patricia took a swing to hold Jonathan.

Inevitably the truly starving man stuck his body against Patricia's back and clasped his neck tightly.

"I'd suggest you stop by the store first, Pat. You're good at stealing, aren't you?" jonathan said as Patricia broke down the door and ran fast under the hail and on the snow as if the girl had really not stepped on the trail.

"Damn." Patricia snorted and obeyed him. They stopped at a small convenience store that was opposite a wedding dress shop.

Jonathan broke into it with all his might, but his unfinished strength caused him to fall into the snow. Patricia laughed mockingly, she kicked the door just once. The door was thrown a few meters before he reached out.

"You eat inside" Patricia said after Jonathan entered the store. Patricia re-attached the door to ward off the air while fluttering by the window, looking at him enthusiastically while Jonathan chose food and drink that could prop up his stomach.

"You're not eating?" Jonathan chewed while offering Patricia bread, and his eyes followed Patricia's line of sight.

"Do you want to steal it?"

Patricia smiled and nodded quickly.

"You should be my side when my brother gets married."

"Don't hope!"

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