"Let me go," she repeated in a whisper. "Otherwise, I'll scream," the girl added, knowing full well how small her chances of escape were in a quiet, silent, completely empty school.
-No, - rather exhaled, than Valentine said. He lightly squeezed her butt and slowly led the tips of her long pale fingers over her panties, pushing hard to the most sensitive place. Draculaura gave a slight shudder and sobbed again. Valentine reached for the buckle on his belt.
"I hope you're ready?" - he whispered hotly to the pointed eye of Draculaura, unbuttoning his belt.
-Ready for what? - there was a sharp voice behind him, and Valentin almost jumped from surprise. Slowly turning around and feeling his breathing become more frequent, as the pulsing in his temples, the guy saw Claude standing behind him. He stood, towering over Valentine, like a big mountain, with a sports bag in his hands, expressively lifting up a wide chestnut eyebrow with a small earring. Valentine glanced at the clock in the hall. It's only been ten minutes. This idiot left the gym too early and spoiled everything.
"Let go, motherfucker," said Claude, and, throwing Valentine aside, neatly took the tear-stained girl for her bare shoulder and drew her to her broad chest.
"It's good that you came!" said Draculaura, hugging her boyfriend. Valentine, breathing heavily, noticed how werewolf shirt quickly became wet from her hot tears.
"Take it, Ulah," Claude said to the girl, and taking off her black and pink sweatshirt with a zipper, threw it over her thin shuddering shoulders. "And I'll deal with you right now!" He said, approaching Valentin menacingly. Valentine blinked and prepared himself for the blow.
"No," came the thin voice of Dracula's daughter. "Claude, do not. It's not worth it.
"But ..." the werewolf tried to protest.
-Do not. Do not touch. - Draculaura raised her glowing eyes with determination and looked at the guys. "Claude, I felt sorry for him." He is so unhappy ... He has already been punished with emptiness and loneliness. Now we can only regret it.
"Thank her, man, otherwise I would turn you into a chop now" He walked over to Draculaura and stroked her head like a little girl.
They joined hands and headed for the exit from the school. Valentine stood up, panting and clenching his fists angrily. His gaze rushed to the mirror hanging in the hall, and he suddenly was been dumbfounded.
Eyes. His eyes…
The dark eyes spread like great sea. Red, like dried blood.
Like a poisoned apple.
Like a withered rose.
"Wait! .." Valentin called them, and the lovers turned around. - Draculaura, tell me ... My eyes ... they ... It's all cause in my eyes, right?!
His words remained unanswered for a long time, echoed and rising to the ceiling itself.
"Valentine," Claude said quietly. "It's just that your eyes never look at anyone with love."
They left the school, and a huge stained-glass door slammed behind them. Valentine was left alone in a deserted hall. And the dark red roses, disheveled, with dark petals scattered on the floor, lay on the steps of a marble staircase, and a thin stream of blood ran down Valentine's wrist
But he did not feel it at all.
