Oralie Garcia

After thinking for a moment, Selina once again raised her red lips like a rose petal in full bloom, creating an arrogant smile that made people disgusted. She used her ash gray eyes, like the sky on a stormy day, to look directly into the other's clear blue eyes.

Oralie raised her head; the gray eyes of the person in front of her seemed to be emitting strange magical energy, making her heart sob, intoxicated like the brilliant Biennial flower. clinging to the cave wall just now. Beauty carries the breath of death, of unpredictable consequences, of unfathomable disaster. But then, making people volunteer to cover their eyes, willingly volunteering but blindly, falling into it. Regardless of the disaster, regardless of what will happen, even if it is a painful death, when it is only a white skeleton, it is impossible to sing a sad song of regret.

These are the eyes of the devil. 

But those pretty eyes are just to distract her. The scent quickly surrounded Oralie, sweet and intoxicating, making her stomach hurt like it was punctured, and her head hurt like it was being hammered in two. 

Selina slightly lowered her eyes, looking at the blue eyes in front of her that gradually lost focus, and became empty and lifeless, like a senseless puppet. She smiled again, a slightly satisfied smile. But the other eyes, as cold as the black night covered with dew, made people cold.

According to the vampire's survival experience, she can't trust those smooth-tongued humans. She still should check to be sure. She also doesn't want to be a cow for humans to lead. Lies cannot be penetrated by the eyes, and the human heart, even more, cannot be measured by the heart. No matter how pitiful and sincere people are, they cannot be easily trusted. Because a human's diabolical scheme is that which a bloodsucker like her can't see through. She only knows how to use violence.

Trusting people arbitrarily will cost her dearly. She had used slimy flesh and blood, and broken bones to carve this into her soul, into her heart.

 Selina looked down indifferently. She said, in a cold voice:

– Human, what words did you just say are true?

Oralie looked straight at her, her eyes dark and empty, like any light that accidentally passed, would be swallowed by those blue eyes greedily. The human moved her lips, and mechanically answered, with no emotion mixed into the voice.

- Everything is true.

The mechanical voice fell, spread through the air, and also broke the haze in Selina's eyes. Her gray eyes gradually lost their intoxicating ecstasy, leaving only smoke and sand, leaving only ashes. The ashes are constantly rotating.

Oralie, who was kneeling, suddenly fell. She quickly resisted with her hand, and her elbow hit the stone floor, quickly turning blue and also sending a numbing pain. Her healthy rosy face also turned white, as pale as the color of lilies. Oralie vomited a mouthful of blood. The color of blood was so bright red that it also dyed the cold stone floor. Her throat ached excruciatingly as if there was burning lava pouring out of her throat. She weakly coughed a few times, bringing the remaining drops of blood in her throat to vomit all out.

Oralie looked up at the vampire in front of her, her eyes filled with fear and alarm, her blue eyes flashing with roaring waves. At this time, it is no longer as beautiful as the autumn waves, but just like the stormy, fierce, and volatile sea surface.

She raised her voice to ask the other person, but her voice seemed to have been destroyed, becoming hoarse and hard to hear, and no longer sweet as before:

- What happened?

Selina's face was cold, and there was no trace of a smile on her face. She showed the most sincere expression facing that person, and then, she said:

- If you are not afraid of death, what are you afraid of? Don't worry, you will be back to normal quickly, it's just a minor side effect. Human, you have passed my test, I agree with your request. It's best if you can keep your word. Otherwise, I will definitely have a way to make your life worse than death, every day in pain, misery, and suffering.

Hearing that cold voice, Oralie's face was dyed with joy again, but it seemed more and more unbelievable. Therefore, her joy was like a shy flower on the edge of the door, not fully bloomed yet. flourish. But her face at this time no longer had the original calmness but revealed an expression of immaturity, true to the age of a person less than twenty years old. The look of terror on his face, and the alert in her eyes, quickly vanished, leaving no trace behind. Everything gave way to the feeling of extreme joy. That joy was like a tsunami that hit, dispelling all negative emotions.

Oralie asked again, her voice a little stammering as if expecting an answer, then fearful of the answer to come. Because the vampire in front of her was so elusive, can't use common sense to conjecture her. Although he was looking forward to confirmation, she couldn't help but worry that this was just a joke in the corner of this vampire lady's mouth.

The scariest thing is not: never have hope, but hope is raised, flickering like the fire of a winter day, and then being extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

- Really? Do you really agree to help me?! You can rest assured, that the promise I made, I will definitely fulfill.

Selina frowned, her face showing an annoyed expression, she grumbled:

- What do you mean again? Does that mean you don't believe me? I have no interest in joking, I won't lie either. A noble vampire like me will not say one thing and do another like a human.

When Oralie heard that, she quickly shook her head, showing that she did not mean it. Once confirmed, her blue eyes quickly flashed with utter joy, but she seemed to be able to hold back, regaining her composure and reply:

– I was just overjoyed, careless, and missed my words. Hopefully, I will receive your forgiveness. So, now we've reached an agreement. How should I address you?

With that, she looked up at Selina, her eyes filled with anticipation, glittering more than the most beautiful diamond Selina had ever seen. The vampire frowned slightly, looked directly into those eyes, and replied:

- Selina Clayden. That's my name.

Oralie blinked slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings. She smiled happily as if bringing the sun into the bottom of her eyes, so bright that it made the opposite person feel extremely dazzled, also generating disgust.

This brilliant look, with blonde hair, and blue eyes, is the type of human that Selina hates the most.

Moments later, Oralie replied:

- Sir Clayden, my name is Oralie Garcia. You may call me by that name.

Hearing that, Selina sneered, her eyes full of scorn, and continued:

- I didn't ask that either. What do you say that for? I don't want to call out the names of a human, it's an insult. Well, I won't dirty my mouth.

Although hearing the words sounded insulting, Oralie didn't sound angry. Actually, when she said this, Selina also felt it was a bit heavy. Anyway, this person in front of her seems to be obedient, with nothing to criticize. But that smile and those eyes, too blinding, made her absolutely disgusted. 

This feeling must be similar to the bats that live in the dark, disgusted by the bright and dazzling sunlight.

Seeing that the other person still curled her eyelids and lowered her eyes, she didn't seem to want to say anything more, more docile than the Samoyed she had raised before. Selina immediately changed the subject, slightly raised her eyebrows, and asked:

- What is your enemy's name?