The wandering vampire daughter.

The demon from hell

After being beaten, Luna's parents locked her outside the door. Luna smiled helplessly.

Luna's mother shouted angrily at home, "You useless thing! If I could get rid of you, I would have done it long ago!"

Luna listened in silence, her black eyes turning red again after a night. They were blood red, with a deep and deep color.

The pitiful appearance of the chicken was reflected in the blood colored pupils. The slender necks of several chickens were all broken, and their wings were weak. The bright red blood stained the chicken's wings and tail feathers, and the chubby body was also dyed red.

The chicken blood has dried up a lot, and there is also a wooden stick next to it, which was left by my father when he killed the chicken with a stick just now.

The chicken looks like it was maliciously killed by someone.

A small animal flapped its wings and flew out of the chicken coop. It was a bat.

Luna looked slightly surprised, her thin lips pressed tightly together as she watched the bat fly towards her without dodging. She extended a finger and the bat flew over, landing steadily on her fingertip.

Luna hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty and disbelief. "Hey, little bat," she said cautiously, "did you kill that chicken?" She couldn't quite believe it, but the bat had flown out of the chicken coop, and moreover, it looked exactly like the one that had followed her last night.

The bat chirped, and in its pitch-black round eyes reflected soft red eyeballs. The little bat tilted its head, smacked its lips, and sharp teeth pierced through the tender fingertip, penetrating inside.

"Ah."

Luna let out a soft cry, and the pain from her fingertips made her feel a bit dazed.

The bat held her fingers, sucking blood in small sips and shaking its head, looking very enjoyable.

Luna felt strange in her heart and pointed at the bat's head with another finger, uncertainly asking, 'Could bats really be turned into vampires?'

The little bat evaded her fingers, perhaps because it had eaten enough. Flapping its wings, the bat flew away and disappeared. Luna felt a sense of déjà vu, as if she had been discarded like a player by a scumbag after being used. The sound of the neighbor's window opening caught her attention.

Luna looked over and saw a tall young man standing by the window, arms crossed, looking down at her. His black eyes were sharp and cold, with an inexplicable chill. Luna smiled at him, a small smile filled with kindness. There was no change in expression on the young man's face, his icy gaze fixed on her fingertips where the bat bite had already scabbed over and stopped bleeding.

Luna asked him, "What's wrong?"

The young man, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, looked at her tenderly and casually said, "Next time you see a bat, I suggest using the sole of your shoe to kill it."

Luna nodded gently and said, "Okay."

The young person closed the window.

Luna stood still, her clothes and hair soaked through. Her wet hair clung to the back of her neck and cheeks, making her uncomfortable. The scars on her face were quite noticeable, and her once slightly rosy lips now lacked color. It was not a pleasant feeling to wake up in the morning only to be drenched with cold water.

The bloody smell nearby is still very strong, and those few chickens are piled up here. It won't be long before they will stink.

Outside the fence, the sound of selling things has already sounded. There are students shouting outside, voices of talking and laughing, and voices of inviting people to school together. It's warm like a warm summer day, not a cold late autumn.

Luna looked up and sighed. She had never been to school before, and at 19 years old, she appeared much younger due to her lack of nutrition. Her pale fingertips trembled as Luna sneezed.

She stood outside foolishly for the whole morning, and only then did the door of the house open. Her father hung up the phone by his ear and stared at her with cloudy eyes.

Her mother stood aside, her tone cold and firm. "Come in," she said. Luna nodded and walked inside. Her parents stepped aside as she approached.

"s**t!" Her mother expressed strong disapproval, saying, "Why have your eyes turned red again? It's so inauspicious."

Luna's expression froze for a moment as she lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooping and partially obscuring her bright red eyes.

“Let her go and change into some nice clothes," his father waved his hand.

Luna silently changed into a new outfit. Luna is a member of the family, but most of the time, her parents' attitude towards her makes her feel like she is just an outsider in the family.

After changing into her clothes, Luna saw a middle-aged man sitting outside. Her father was politely talking to him while her mother was making coffee. The man only glanced at the coffee and showed disgust in his eyes. He didn't take the cup that Luna's mother handed to him but instead smiled at Luna.

When he saw Luna's red eyes, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my goodness, does this child really not wear red contact lenses?"

Luna's mother smiled beside her and said with a hint of amusement, "No, she doesn't wear them. This child's eyes naturally change color."

"Come here," Luna's mother beckoned Luna with a gentle tone she had never used before, "come over and let this uncle have a good look at you."

Luna pursed her lips, and her bright red lips turned pale from the pressure. Her mother's current appearance was like that of most mothers, greeting her children with a gentle tone as if they were her treasures.

She wanted to walk over, but the man's sticky gaze made her resist.

Her mother became anxious when Luna stood still and didn't come over. She spoke with a more serious tone, 'Nana, come here quickly.'

This 'Nana' that she had never heard of before successfully made Luna walk over.

The man was somewhat excited, his eyes fixed on Luna the whole time. From her eyes resembling red agate, to her petite and straight nose bridge, then to her pale lips, and finally to the curve of her neck, every part satisfied him greatly.

That greasy and aggressive gaze made Luna very uncomfortable.The middle-aged man couldn't hold back and his rough big palm eagerly grabbed Luna's tender white hand.

The touch of this hand is very smooth, cool, and comfortable to touch.

The man's face showed an expression of enjoyment.

At the moment when the middle-aged man grabbed Luna's hand, her body was filled with goosebumps. Not to mention, the rough thumb of the man lightly touched the back of her hand with a suggestive hint, which immediately made her stomach churn like a raging sea, causing nausea and an urge to vomit!

Without any hesitation, Luna disgustingly flung the man's hand away. Her face was filled with intense aversion as her dark red eyes stared at him fiercely, appearing as if she were a malevolent demon from hell.