Capítulo 3: Chapter 3: Please Address Me as Baron
"What's so great about those fangs? You're just one vampire, aren't you?" I glared at him fiercely, feeling my blood surge and my strength swell.
He seemed slightly stunned, lowering his head to look at me as if I were the monster, unaware that he himself was the cold-blooded creature!
A low, slow voice, both alluring and hoarse, spoke, "Miss, vampires are not to be referred to as 'one.' Please address me as Baron Albert!"
"Didn't expect you to be such a vain vampire, putting on airs? From the day you became a corpse, the term 'one' fits you perfectly! I advise you to stop wasting my time. On my turf, you'd better listen to me—get lost!"
He suddenly took a step closer.
I cautiously stepped back, creating distance between us, yet I could still feel the air turning icy and still. I couldn't hear his breathing, his footsteps were silent, and his reddish-brown hair flowed lightly, cascading like a smooth waterfall down to his waist—even longer than mine?! My fear escalated to a new level, my spine tingling with dread. God, I'm talking to a corpse that's been dead for who knows how long?!
He moved closer again, but this time he just stared into my eyes, slowly and deliberately coaxing, "Look into my eyes." As he spoke, his fangs retracted, and his blood-red eyes turned into a dazzling deep blue. His tall nose nearly touched my face. If he were alive, he'd be undeniably charming, but… at that moment, a cold, bloody scent made me nauseous.
Crash!
The shattering of a wine bottle startled him, and he froze, watching in shock as the deep red wine in my hand transformed into a sharp sword. His sharply arched brows furrowed into an 'S' shape.
"Trying to hypnotize me? Go back to your coffin and stay there for a few more years!" I swung the sword fiercely, aiming straight for his chest, but his figure suddenly vanished.
I looked around, but there was no trace of him. I walked to the window and glanced outside, then bent down to check under the table—nothing. Maybe he's gone!
I let out a long sigh, "What a spooky encounter!" I closed the window and locked it.
Returning to the bar, I thought of calling Bevis. While searching for the phone, I realized I had smashed it to pieces in my anger, the fragments still scattered on the floor. I found a phone in the cash register drawer and dialed. He was still busy, sounding like he was running, his voice slightly shaky but rapid, "When are you coming back? I saw a vampire!" Suddenly, a shadow flashed, "Ah…" The phone fell to the ground.
"Miss, let me emphasize again, vampires are not referred to as 'one'!" The low voice spoke once more. He was already seated on the stool beside me, casually selecting a 25-year-old vintage champagne from the wine rack. He opened it, poured it into a glass, elegantly lifted it, swirled it, and took a slow sip. His eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp yet thoughtful, as if savoring the wine or scrutinizing me, slightly somber yet full of amusement.
After a while, seeing no intention from him to hunt, I finally relaxed.
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