Cursed blood

Clara was so eager to do that, that she found the closest fisherman along with his ship and waited until he stopped moving, but he was just too slow, so she lost it. Clara just moved behind the ship and as soon as she grabbed the wood at the back of the boat, she let herself drag behind to look inside. She saw age middle-aged-looking fishman trying to push the boat with the oars forward, but not very successfully.

As he moved forward, finishing the push, Clara flew out of the water and gently landed right behind him. He didn’t hear her to land and as he made another movement with the oars, Klara sang her teeth deep into his neck.

At first, she heard once again that extreme pleasure as she drank his blood, but at the same time, she felt disgusted by it. Despite trying to drink more and more, she was not able and stopped. The middle-aged man fell in the boat and Clara took his sitting place. She let him be, despite not being dead, and started going through the pieces of his life.

It was quite boring with nothing very much exciting. He had little to no money and lived in the Venezia all his life. Despite being married and being maned Alvise Donalo and his wife Lucia Stella have nothing. His whole life was just the sea, the city, and the church like hers.

It didn’t take him long until he got some more strength back from a sudden blood transfusion. With much more heavy movements moved around and looked at Clara what happened. As soon as she saw her, he thought that he saw a siren.

 “You are a siren, right? You are here to kill me.”

As much as he was disbelieving, Clara was also surprised. He surely didn’t understand that he was about to be Clara's dinner and not some siren she only heard in the stories. Both of them were looking at each other and Alvise started blushing.

Clara was not able to see what happened with the half-dead Alvise Donalo, but as he tried to get a grip on the boat, Clara got a great idea. As he sit up, Clara moved forward him. He could see her beautiful face and wet naked body. Clara’s skin was clear white andsatr hands grabbed the oathsto. With just one swing, they turned nearly quarter of the circle.

After smiling at Alvise, she showed him a beautiful smile with two fangs not fitting inside. She was so happy with her idea that she quickly forgot why she didn’t like his blood and why she was naked in the middle of the sea.

“Hey you, why don’t you take me into the city? I want to meet your wife I am so hungry and you don’t taste good. I need to find out why.”

That something snapped in the mind of Alvise Donalo, who sprang up from the down of the boat and his hands went directly after Clara’s neck. She didn’t know what he was up to and if wants to help her move faster which she found out was quite unnecessary.

To her surprise he grabbed her head by the neck and both of them went into the water Alvise start to choke surprised Clara to death only to, the fact, that once they were under the water Alvise start to get low on air startedtart losing his grip.

To his stupid idea, he didn’t manage to drown or choke to death, but to totastartednger her. Clara grabbed both of his hands and her sharp nails penetrated his flash. He instantly started screaming which didn’t help at all. Clara swings his hands away from her neck, ripping one of his hands off his shoulder.

She was disgusted as she felt his blood mix with the water around her and his pathetic face looking directly at her. Her thinking suddenly changed. As they were slowly falling through the water deeper and deeper, she decided to kill his wife.

As soon as she let him go she starts moving in the right direction of the city. She felt so many emotions thanks to being in the high from the blood that she didn’t think that, that was not the brightest idea at all.

It took not long and she was in the port of the city. After finding same place, where were no people she got out of the water and went into the first building she saw. The building was small with a fishing cabin and another one was inside.

After picking up some man’s clothes she set her course to the Alvise Donalo’s house. She started moving through the city she knew quite well and along the way, she got lost. She wandered around the quite shady alleys where she never was until she arrived in front of the inn with the prostitutes.

They looked attractive to the eye and were different from the rest of the women around.

Clara thought only about taking her anger out on Alvise's wife, but as she went around the prostitutes she crashed with one. Unlike the prostitute who fell on the ground, she continued forward trying to find the right way.

"Hey, you bitch! Do you know what have you done? You pushed me to the ground. Come back and apologize to me."

One of the prostitutes who was currently on the ground started screaming at Clara, which angered Clara to the fullest. She lost all restraints and turned around her fangs were already out ready to such all blood from this scum of the city.

Her father and mother were workers all their lives until they were sent to the war by the mayor, so none of her parents liked prostitutes and both of them strongly despised them for the kind of work they were doing.

Just before Clara ripped the prostitute into shreds other prostitute stud between, as she fully grasped what was going on. She was afraid that they would all get into trouble and especially she and the rest of the prostitutes would be killed by this angry problem. She quickly moved to Clara and whispered her in her ear.

"Please don't do that. This place is governed by the night walkers. If you want to drink I don't mind to go with you. Let her, so there will not be any trace of your visit."

Clara nodded and they went back behind the inn. As they were there they suddenly stopped. She looked around and didn't see anything, so she thought that that was it. Clara wanted to feed on this one as soon as possible and as she opened her mouth and two fangs slowly appeared ready to eat, she was once again stopped.

"Not here silly. Don't you know the rules?"