Bloodrotic series 1: (Friedrich X Imee)
A story about a Mafia and a Vampire that meet under the moonlight at the vast of river. Just a one night stand they make a deal that just to fill their own needs of pleasure until both of them fall in love.
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Nang mapadpad siya sa isang madilim na eskinita sa maliit na bayan sa bansang Germany, nadama niyang palapit na ang panganib. Ang mga hakbang na nagiging mahigpit na ang bawat hakbang ay bumubilis ang kanyang tibok ng puso.
"Tumakbo na ba ako sapat na layo?" bulong niya sa kanyang sarili, ang boses ay abala ng kaba at pag-aalala. Sinubukan niyang pigilan ang kanyang hininga, na umaasa na hindi siya mahalata ng humahabol.
Ngunit ang takbo ng kanyang paa ay hindi nagpatigil, ang takot ay nagpapahirap sa kanyang paggalaw. Nang tumingin siya sa likuran, nakita niya ang anino ng isang presensya, nagbabanta sa kanyang paglayo.
Sa gitna ng dilim at labanang ito, alam niyang kailangan niyang magsikap na makatakas bago mahuli siya ng panganib na sumusunod sa kanyang mga hakbang.
Before he could attempt to flee once more, a strong hand grasped his collar, halting his escape. His heart pounded with fear as he turned to face the figure who had caught him.
"Where do you think you're going, young man?" the ominous voice of the man in the black suit demanded, sending a chill down his spine. He remained silent, his lips sealed shut as if accepting his inevitable fate.
"Please... please spare my life, Mr. Drachen... I'll do anything, just spare me this once," he pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation and fear.
But there was no hint of mercy in Mr. Drachen's steely gaze. "Spare your life?" he echoed, his tone icy. "Did you spare the lives of my comrades whom you've killed?"
The man recoiled in terror, his mind racing with the grim realization of his predicament. He had heard the rumors about the infamous Drachen Mafia Organization —crossing them meant certain death, with no chance of escape or forgiveness.
As the weight of his crimes settled heavily upon him, the man felt the cold grip of despair tightening around his heart. He knew there was no bargaining with Mr. Drachen, no escape from the consequences of his actions.
"I... I had no choice," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just followed my boss orders, if not i'll be dam--"
But his words were cut short by a sharp punch across the face from Mr. Drachen, the sting of the blow jolting him into silence.
"Don't insult my intelligence with your excuses," Mr. Drachen spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "You made your choices, and now you must face the consequences."
