The Domineering Tyrant And His Beautiful Maiden

He Wasn't Satisfied?

Anna sat on the small bed, looking over the crooked window. Her eyes sad and lonely, a frown settled on her lips

The wooden door opened and her head turned over to it. Samael stepped in with a poignant look on his face, his eyes going to meet hers

His face and shirt splashed with blood, his red eyes looking grim and he gazed at her with an undescribable look

"What is it? Why is there blood on your shirt?" Samael sighed, took off his coat and sat down on the wooden bench

"I was thirsty, I went out to hunt" he answered

She let out a relieved breath and looked away from him. At least, he already had blood...she wouldn't have to be worried staying under the same roof as him

"But I wasn't satisfied" she snapped her head to look at him in shock at his statement

He wasn't satisfied?

"What do you mean 'you weren't satisfied'?"

"The taste was bland, I've never had animal's blood before. It doesn't suit well with my taste bud" he then looked at her "I'm still thirsty"

"W-well don't look at me.