Mr. Vampire Who Lives in My Neighbourhood

10

After a refreshing shower and changing into her pajamas, Florence's curves, usually hidden under her lab coat, were now on full display. Her hair, usually tied up, was now partially dried and draped over her shoulders.

She walked to the fridge, feeling a bit peckish after only having some bread and orange juice for dinner. Despite living in the US for years, she never got used to the fatty and high-calorie American diet. Remembering the Japanese meals her father used to take her to, and her mother's efforts to cook Japanese cuisine to please him, she regretted not learning her mother's cooking skills before they passed away.

Influenced by her Japanese father, she preferred lighter meals and often stocked up on simple foods like Japanese noodles or dumplings. However, her recent busyness had made her forget to replenish her supplies.

Now, with only two apples and some Japanese sausages left in the fridge, she decided to make do with what she had.

As she sat down to peel an apple while watching the nightly news, she accidentally cut her finger. The small wound immediately started to bleed.

"Where are the tissues?" she muttered, trying to avoid getting blood on the furniture while searching for tissues.

Suddenly, a deep male voice offered, "Let me help you with that."

Frozen, she slowly looked beside her to see the handsome vampire from last night, happily sucking on her bleeding finger. Those familiar red eyes and flowing black hair confirmed his identity.

"Ah!" Her first reaction was to kick him off the couch.

After tumbling down, Farrell simply got up, smiled, and greeted her as if nothing had happened.

Startled by his sudden appearance, she was more shocked than scared. It was almost a miracle she hadn't fainted from the surprise.

Frustrated, she demanded, "How did you get in—"

Before she could finish, he was close again, tenderly sucking on her finger. "Such delicious blood... shouldn't go to waste..."

She was dumbstruck, watching him savor her blood, feeling a ticklish sensation from his licking.

"Delightful... exquisite..." His words, filled with an ambiguous undertone, made her heart race and face flush with an unexplored arousal.

This was her first intimate encounter, and he had taken it thoroughly.