Hot Summer Nights

Thousands of years ago, vampires were the fear of nightfall of mankind. Night fell signaling the start of the vampire hunt, no one could stop those bloodthirsty hunters. The dark ages of mankind ended when the natural enemies of the vampires appeared, werewolves protecting the humans.

According to the development of the times and science and technology, humans have been able to use advanced weapons to fight the bloodthirsty vampires. Vampires are no longer at the top of the food chain, they are no longer arrogant and arrogant as before. Humans were able to protect themselves, they formed vampire hunting societies with the help of werewolves. Vampires are increasingly reasonable and live with the human world.

Sharmaine stood looking at the painting of a vampire giving flowers to a human girl, a smile slowly appearing on her face. In her hand is a history book, she is a professor of human history at the university. Sharmaine has a beauty that makes the opposite person feel warm and comfortable.

“Teacher, are vampires terrible? I've never seen a vampire, but I read about the documents, they all confirm vampires are real, what do you think about that concept?" The female student looked at Sharmaine and asked a question.

Sharmaine smiled: "I want to hear your opinion."

“I think this is a product of the imagination of the ancients or a strange disease that people mistake for a new species. And werewolves are people with large bodies. There is no such thing as a mystical creature.” The female student said frankly.

Sharmaine nodded, each person has a different view of the problem, no one is the same.

“My point of view is very good. You study so carefully, no wonder you always get good grades.” Sharmaine is satisfied.

The female student pushed her glasses, she was happy when the teacher praised her: "Thank you."

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Sharmaine walked down the autumn road, the yellow leaves slowly falling. Sharmaine breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes were a little sad, the beautiful teacher had never smiled. In her eyes Sharmaine seemed to be always searching for something.

“Miss Halley, hello, may I come with you?” Young teacher named Kenvil, he always admires Sharmaine, she is beautiful and gentle, the knowledge that Sharmaine is extremely profound and profound. Sharmaine is not like other girls, she is calm and reserved, making her beautiful like a flower.

"Hi, this is everyone's way, not mine." Sharmaine gently replied politely.

“I mean… Can I go home with you?” Kenvil scratched his head, facing Sharmaine he always had something of low self-esteem.

"Okay."

Kenvil became flustered, he had never loved anyone nor given his feelings to anyone else. But when he met Sharmaine, all his thoughts changed. Kenvil wanted to protect the fragile girl like morning dew, hiding the sadness in Sharmaine's eyes. He had never seen her smile sincerely, he hoped, Sharmaine could be happy.

"Miss Halley."

"I see you're very nervous, not as usual." Sharmaine smiled. She always smiled like that, making the opposite person less worried.

“Miss Halley, you don't have a boyfriend, do you? I mean, I didn't see you with any men."

Sharmaine was surprised but quickly hid it, her phone received a message from an unknown number: "I'm busy today, see you tomorrow, we'll go home together."

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Sharmaine quickly went to the location indicated in the phone. The man in the black robe had appeared there ever since, in his hand was a blood-red rose. The sun could not reach the man's position, he was as mysterious as the ocean, making others feel more afraid than loved.

"I waited for you, fortunately you came early." The man turned to look at Sharmaine, who stood in the bright sunlight like a proud sunflower. The man stretched out his hand, the arm immediately glowed, his face did not change state.

Sharmaine did not speak. She looked at the man in front of her, feeling the fear and terror from him. The man in front of her was not a human, he was a vampire.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"What do you want from me, I'm not a vampire." Sharmaine replied frankly.

Mark Mohini laughed, he released Sharmaine and retracted his hand.

“You are not a vampire but your mother is a vampire of the Mohini clan, you can also be considered a slave of the Mohini clan.” Mark Mohini is the eldest son of the head of the Mohini clan, he hates humans but the one he loves gives birth to humans.

Sharmaine did not dare to protest: "What do you want to do to my mother?"

“What do you want me to do to your mother, you have no right to speak, you are not a vampire but you have immortality.” Mark Mohini looked at Sharmaine with scorn, he did not accept that the noble blood of the Mohini family was mixed.

Sharmaine bowed her head: "I am not from the Mohini clan, also automatically concealing my identity, I do not harm the vampires or the Mohini clan." She knew what she was like, neither a vampire nor a complete human.

Mark Mohini did not say another word, he rushed over, he pressed Sharmaine down, white neck appeared. The smell of blood wafted through the air, even though Sharmaine was a human child, her blood was delicious, no vampire could refuse that sweet and deadly charm.

Sharmaine did not protest. Her mother is from the Mohini family, she has always been considered by Mark as a humanoid blood bag that can be freely used. Her mother in the Mohini family receives protection from Mark, so Sharmaine always tries to submit and satisfy his satisfaction.

"Good."

Mark let go of Sharmaine. She skillfully took a medical bandage to treat the wound.

"You didn't come here today just to suck my blood, I still supply you regularly."

Mark put his hand on Sharmaine's shoulder: "Yes, today I came to give you a very important task, if you do it well, your mother and you will not be controlled by the Mohini family anymore. Any mistakes your mother made in the past will be erased.”

Sharmaine widened her eyes at the man in front of her: "Are you sure?"

"I never lied to you."

"Tell me, as long as you spare my mother." Sharmaine knew that her mother had given birth to a human child, and that she had violated the supreme law of vampires. After Sharmaine was fifteen years old, her mother had to take all the punishment.

Mark smiled, he hugged Sharmaine and whispered in her ear.

Sharmaine looked at Mark.

Mark raised his hand to touch Sharmaine's beautiful eyes: "Your mother's freedom isn't cheap, you see?"