vampire bat

"Are you a vampire?" the blond girl asked with a smile, giggling as she stared at the little fangs in his mouth.

Winnie blushed. He took the bag of apples and turned around to leave, saying "I'm not" in a panic.

People here know about vampires and werewolves, because this is a world of vampires and werewolves, with dark clouds all day long, people call it: the city of night.

Of course Winnie is not a vampire, he is a flying fox with an oriental face, short black hair, moist eyes, not tall and slender, wrapped in a dark dress, making his skin fair .

Duke Wilson adopted him, when he was just an ordinary little bat, for some reason the Duke made him a magic envoy.

Winnie is probably over 50 years old, and his magic power increases with age, so he can turn into a human teenager and come out to buy food for himself, because he doesn't like the human blood in the castle at all.

Duke Wilson is Vinny's master, and his children are Vinny's biggest headache.They have different personalities, so until now, Vinny doesn't feel that he can fully integrate into their lives.

Especially the Duke's only daughter, Miss Catherine.

"Get out of my room!"

In a daze, Winnie flew into Catherine's room, her roar frightened him into disordered movements, and in his panic, a glass bottle hit Winnie.

The bottle shattered to pieces on the ground, and Winnie was lying on a pile of glass shards like a little flying fox. The glass cut him, and he felt pain all over his body.

"What happened?"

A soft and magnetic male voice came, and Bourne stood at the door and asked.He is the eldest son of the family, with a gentle personality and the same brown hair as the Duke.

"This damned flying insect has come into my house." Catherine frowned, as if she was staring at some bitch who had taken what she loved.

"Don't be angry, he didn't mean it." Bourne picked up Winnie from the pile of glass, put him in his pocket and took him away.

Winnie had been nestling in his pocket obediently until he was placed on the bed, before he dared to sniff left and right to check the situation, and only after making sure that he was safe did he return to his youthful appearance.

"Does Miss Catherine hate me?" Vinny asked, obediently staying still while Bourne rubbed the medicine on his face.

"Something happened before." Bourne wiped the potion and responded, "She just remembered the past, not against you."

Winnie wanted to ask some more questions, but Bourne had already put away the medicine box, as if he was avoiding something.

"Go back and have a good rest." Byrne stroked Winnie's hair.

Winnie went back obediently, but his door was ajar, and someone had obviously entered.

He hurried in to check if he was missing anything, and when he opened the door, he saw Master Erlande sitting on the bed.

Erlande is the youngest son of Duke Wilson, and he is very different from his older siblings.Erlande has long golden wavy hair, tall and slender figure, and his appearance is too beautiful, he looks like a member of the Josephine family.

"Come here." Erlande hooked his fingers, and his red nails shone seductively.

Winnie walked over blankly. To be honest, Erlande was really beautiful, so Winnie's cheeks blushed unconsciously.

Erlande hooked his arm, pulled him down on the bed, then turned over and pressed Winnie, kissing his lips.

"My sister hit you again?" After releasing Winnie, Erlande pointed to the wound on his face.

"...I was hit by a glass bottle."

"She hit you with a glass bottle!" Erlande smiled, as if he knew something stupid, "But don't be sad, I'll stay tonight."

Winnie was stunned for a moment, then desperately shook his head and refused, "No, no, little master...you can't do this."

"Are you afraid that my father will find out?" Erlande lowered his voice, and his bright red lips retracted the arc that he had always maintained. "I have known the little secret in your heart for a long time."

"Don't...speak out." Winnie grabbed Erlande's arm, "Master will drive me away."

"It depends on your performance." Elland said.

Winnie had no choice but to follow Ireland and slipped out of the castle. His little master wanted to find playthings in the city where humans gathered, but Winnie had no choice but to follow him all the way.

Even in Night City, vampires and werewolves don't like to reveal their identities casually, so humans are as always curious about these mysterious races.

There is a famous vampire werewolf bar in the red light district. Many human beings go there admiringly, hoping to see creatures that only exist in legends on weekdays.

However, most of the time, they were just a group of human beings entertaining themselves, and today they would never have imagined that a vampire from the Wells family, Erlander, would get in with them.

Vinny sat aside, anyone who tried to get close to him was dangerous to him, they smelled of alcohol and stupid desires.

"Little master, it's time for us to go home..." Winnie moved his body towards Erlande, but stuck to a bare/naked back.

He turned around, blushing.

Erlande wrapped herself around a man, pulling his clothes back to her waist.

The man's hand ran over Erlande's back, kissed the beauty in his arms, and asked, "Honey, you are so cold."

"Then keep me warm." After saying that, Erlande began to take off his clothes. The coat was opened, and the buttons of the lining were unbuttoned one by one, revealing his white chest.

"Little master, little master!" Winnie stomped anxiously, but he didn't dare to go up and drag them away.

Just when he was at a loss, a man hugged him from behind, and the smell of alcohol made him dizzy.

"Help, help! Let me go!" The man's tongue landed on Winnie's neck, and he screamed for help incoherently in fright.

Suddenly, the man was pulled away, and an uncle in his 40s patted Winnie and said, "Hey, kid, what are you doing here?"

Winnie smelled the werewolf's scent. He raised his head and looked at the strong and burly werewolf uncle in front of him. He couldn't help swallowing, "I, my little master is here."

The werewolf uncle glanced at the exciting scene beside him, and sighed: "Are all vampires like this?"

"Don't say that about him." Winnie frowned, and he and the werewolf uncle were stunned as soon as the words came out.

"Cough!" The uncle coughed, trying to resolve the embarrassment of meddling in his own business.

Vinny scratched his head, not knowing what to do.

Until the man finished, a piece of clothing covered Erlande's body.

"Hurry up and go home, don't let people take advantage of you here." The werewolf uncle said, as if an adult was educating a child.

"Who has been taken advantage of?" Erlande asked, taking off the dress and showing his head.He wasn't worried at all that he would be seen, but the uncle blushed like a tomato.

Ailande took advantage of the victory and pursued, stuck his whole body up, wrapped his arms around the opponent's neck, raised his head and said, "My name is Ailande, what about you?"

"John, John." The uncle ran away in embarrassment, clutching his nose, without even looking back.

"Let's go home, Winnie." Erlande said triumphantly, looking at the werewolf's back.

"Where did you two go?" Upon opening the door, Duke Wilson looked at them with a cold face.

His Excellency the Duke doesn't appear often, he always seems to have an expressionless face, leaning on a cane and wearing a dark blue robe, appearing quietly.

Winnie was trembling with fright, but Erlande said indifferently, "Go out to play."

"For the next few months, don't even think about going out." His Excellency the Duke left without saying a word, and the door closed the moment he turned around, locking Erlande and Winnie in the castle.

Ailand was full of resentment. He turned his head and saw Winnie sobbing, and said angrily, "Why are you crying! I'm so annoying!"

Winnie was taken aback by the sudden scolding. He covered his mouth to prevent himself from leaking a sound. He didn't dare to escape back to his room until Erlande left in a huff.

"Vinny." Byrne knocked on the door, "Are you okay?"

Winnie opened the door, and he wiped away his tears, but his eyes and nose were still red.

"You're crying!" Bourne touched Winnie's face, then hugged him, and comforted him, "Okay, okay, Father didn't blame you either."

"But, but..." As soon as someone comforted him, Winnie burst into tears instantly.

"I've taught Erlande, don't be sad, good boy." Bourne lowered his head and kissed Winnie's forehead.

Winnie sobbed twice, and suddenly realized that Bourne had kissed him, and his cheeks turned red instantly.

"Rest." Bourne sent him to the bed, tucked the quilt for him, and left.

Winnie stared blankly at the door, put his hand on his forehead, and the cold kiss kept hovering on his head, and he couldn't help showing a happy smirk.

His biggest secret was this. Although Vinny was just a pet of Duke Wilson's family, he wanted to be lovers with a vampire. Perhaps, there was hope for him and Bourne.

The author has something to say:

There are many deficiencies in the first published work, I hope everyone will forgive me, and don't be polite to criticize!