Suspected to Be a Vampire
When Qiao Wei opened her eyes again, she was already back in her own garden. She rushed into the house, her heart pounding, and saw her mother with her head bowed, wiping away tears. Qiao You, his eyes red, clung to their mother’s sleeve with his chubby little hands, staring at her in confusion.
As soon as Mother Qiao looked up and saw Qiao Wei standing in the doorway, she hurried over and threw her arms around her, bursting into tears. “Qiao Wei, where did you go? I’ve been looking for you all day. If you hadn’t come back, I don’t know how I could go on living. Now it’s just you and Youyou left to me—please, don’t let me lose you too…”
Qiao Wei could no longer hold back her tears. The mother and daughter wept together in each other’s arms. Off to the side, Qiao You, who had been blaming himself, saw his sister had returned, and his face broke into a delighted smile. He scratched his head, puzzled as to why the two of them were crying so bitterly.
Night slowly descended, and at last, the tears ceased. Qiao Wei recounted her experiences to her mother, and though at first incredulous, her mother, seeing the earnest look on her daughter’s face, began to believe her. Grasping Qiao Wei’s hand, she said, “Weiwei, don’t ever go to that place again. It’s too dangerous. I won’t let you take such risks. Try not to think about it anymore. Get a good night’s sleep, and go to class tomorrow, all right? After all, your high school entrance exams are only a few months away…”
Seeing the worry etched on her mother’s face, Qiao Wei swallowed her lingering doubts and nodded obediently. Yet at that moment, a terrifying suspicion began to coil in her mind.
Those people—Luo Chen, Rhine… could they actually be vampires, like in those fantasy dramas?
Qiao Wei’s own thoughts startled her, but she truly couldn’t find a better explanation. She had always believed such absurd creatures could never intrude upon her life—never!
With trembling hands, she typed the word “vampire” into the search bar. After a moment’s hesitation, she pressed enter. Instantly, a flood of explanations appeared on the Baidu Encyclopedia page. Qiao Wei scanned the screen, and her gaze finally settled on one passage: “Vampires do not require food, but must constantly consume fresh blood. Their craving for blood is far more intense than human hunger, the pain in their throat like it’s being torn apart, forcing them to feed on human blood.”
The memory of Luo Chen feeding for the first time replayed in her mind, sending a chill down her spine. She dared not read any further—she shut off her computer and forced herself to stop thinking about it. But that night, in her dreams, Luo Chen’s fangs sank fiercely into her neck, and Qiao Wei awoke screaming, drenched in cold sweat. The crystal at her throat gleamed with a dim, ghostly light. Terrified, she yanked the chain off and flung it to the floor, never noticing the twin tracks of tears still glistening on her cheeks…
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It’s already eleven o’clock, and my eyelids can barely stay open. I hope everyone won’t rush me—if I hurry, I can’t write a good story. Updating every two days is the best pace I, Yuning, can keep. Thank you all for your understanding!