The old hospital at midnight seemed to merge into a dark mist.
Few bright lights were visible inside the entire building.
Unstable lights flickered on the pale gray walls of the corridors, making the whole passage appear even more desolate and stark.
The unpleasant smell of disinfectant seemed to have become one with the hospital.
It was as if the scent of death lingered in the air.
And in those unknown, shadowy corners, faint rustling sounds could seemingly be heard.
Each tightly shut ward door was like a ventriloquist, whispering to the outside world that unseen horrors lurked within this eerie, sinister hospital.
They wriggled in an abyss hidden from human sight, ready to leap out and prey at any moment.
“Clop, clop, clop…”
Suddenly, the sound of hard heels striking the tile floor was like a sudden clap of thunder, its echoing rhythm reverberating through the corridor.
The night shift nurse, carrying a lantern, paused briefly before each ward door.
The swaying, sacred light from her lantern dispelled all the abnormalities that lingered in the deep night.
But at this moment, the lower half of the nurse’s face was illuminated by the faint sacred light, and the shadows cast on her face made her otherwise pleasant features look like a grotesque mask.
Compared to the oddities hidden deep in the shadows, she herself seemed more like a terrifying ghost.
If a patient were to look through the observation window on their door at the nurse’s appearance right then, they would surely be so frightened they’d have a heart attack.
It was just like a midnight hospital nurse ghost story.
Fortunately, such tangible anomalies couldn’t appear in a city protected by a barrier.
Even merely peering at the edge of reality from the shadows was the limit for those suppressed abnormalities.
Not to mention that the existence of the houses and doors also had other protective rules.
Even if someone on night duty genuinely encountered something, they would have the chance to call for help from the patrolling clergy and night watchmen.
The little nurse, lantern in hand, patrolled up and down.
After finding no abnormalities, she carried her lantern and descended deeper underground.
This old hospital, located at the junction of the Upper and Lower Cities, had two basements.
The underground levels stored equipment and medicine that required dark and damp environments for preservation.
However, in this time when all things were shrouded in darkness, the even dimmer underground was clearly not a good place to be.
The sacred light in the lantern was no longer as stable as before; its anxious, flickering arc seemed ready to extinguish at any moment.
The strange sounds in the darkness drew closer and closer to the little nurse, who had ventured alone into the unstable boundary.
This continued until the little nurse arrived before a storeroom sealed by a cold iron door.
The movements in the darkness, after a moment of surprise, seemed to be greatly startled and receded like a tide.
The night became quiet again.
“Phew…”
The little nurse’s previously tense and rapid breathing finally slowed.
She slowly pulled open the door to the blood bank before her.
A bone-chilling cold swept out from the dark crack in the door, and the entire underground seemed to drop a few degrees in an instant.
Even the sacred light in the little nurse’s lantern was completely extinguished by this cold.
But the little nurse felt no fear; instead, her heart warmed.
Because she saw the reassuring scarlet eyes hidden deep within the blood bank… those eyes were fixed on her.
Even with the sacred light in her hand extinguished, no anomaly dared to approach this great being.
At this moment, she felt even safer than when she was patrolling the hospital corridor with her lantern.
“Lady Lilith.”
“Hmm, you’re back.”
A soft, childlike voice, like a warm breeze in the dark and cold night, permeated her body.
The little nurse’s legs involuntarily clamped together, a blush rising on her face.
After a moment to compose herself, she shakily moved her trembling legs deeper into the blood bank.
A tiny candlelight flickered to life within the depths of the blood bank.
Unbeknownst to her, a luxurious table and chairs, woven from vines, had appeared in the blood bank.
As the candlelight grew, the little nurse finally made out the petite figure seated regally in the wicker chair.
Crimson liquid swirled in a translucent goblet, and the candlelight, refracted by the glass, cast beautiful, mottled patterns onto the girl’s exquisite face.
Scarlet eyes, like two brilliant rubies, were set in her eye sockets.
Silvery white hair, shimmering with moonlight, was tied up with a crown-like hair ornament, forming a high, silver ponytail that was as proud as its owner.
A large black cape, with a red lining, enveloped her tiny body, as if the night gently embraced her, concealing her scent of blood.
Her two fair, long legs were crossed, drawing one’s gaze irresistibly along their graceful curve, down to the small feet encased in tiny leather shoes.
She was a stunning girl, as if from a dream.
Cute, sexy, elegant… all at once, they appeared in her.
Dreamlike…
She was in that budding stage, somewhere between a young woman and a loli.
As captivating as a rose waiting to bloom in the candlelight.
However, as everyone knows, roses have thorns.
This girl was also an extremely dangerous existence for humans.
A vampire.
But the little nurse couldn’t resist such a dangerous temptation.
Her steps quickened until she embraced the girl sitting in the chair before her.
“Mmm… Mmm-mmm!”
Lilith, enveloped by two large, wicked “pillows,” felt a moment of suffocation.
What a substantial “face wash,” indeed…
Lilith reluctantly placed her goblet on the nearby table and, with her free hand, wrapped her arm around the slender waist of the nurse before her.
Her delicate fingers slid back and forth across the nurse’s waist.
Lilith felt the tremor that transmitted to her fingertips with each touch.
The necessary foreplay before a meal helps make the food more palatable, just as red wine needs to breathe before tasting.
Sharp fangs emerged from Lilith’s lips.
The crimson aura in her eyes grew more intense.
As expected… those pre-made meals chilling in the freezer…
How could they compare to the freshly baked “little bun” right in front of her!
Time to feast!
Her lips and teeth gradually climbed to the slender neck.
As the sharp things pierced the little nurse’s body, it was accompanied by even more violent spasms.
The little nurse, her eyes glazed over, collapsed into Lilith’s embrace.
Lilith gently supported the soft, yielding body of her “little bun,” and her face, buried in the nurse’s neck, seemed to burrow even deeper.
The soft body in her arms was full of life’s vitality; all the fluid of a living being flowed from her mouth into her own cold body.
The scent of blood, to Lilith now, was like the finest vintage… the emotions and soul of the blood’s owner, everything at this moment seemed to belong to her.
This feeling of controlling everything was the ultimate pleasure for a vampire.
After a long while…
Lilith felt the vigorous pulse of life gradually weaken… the body in her arms grew cold.
Only then did she reluctantly release her lips and teeth.
At this moment, a blush also graced her fair face.
Sigh… every time she fed, it felt like an exhilarating act of love…
Exchanging bodily fluids is inherently sensual, isn’t it?
It’s simply irresistible.
Looking at the nurse, who was now limp and leaning on her, seeing those clinging, dazed eyes.
Lilith’s emotions couldn’t help but drift.
By the way…
Since her transmigration… how many years had she been adrift in this world?
How many “little buns” had there been?
So, not dead right?