[Drusilla POV]
I sat at my workbench in this dreary guild, far removed from the elegance of Crimsonvale Castle. The air here reeked of sweat and desperation, but I found solace in its simplicity. Anything was better than being confined within the suffocating walls of my family's castle, dealing with the politics and monotony of royal life.
"Should I take a disciple?" I pondered out loud, my lips twisting into a mischievous smile. "It could be amusing to lecture soone. Hehe." Having soone to amusee , a welco diversion from the boredom.
A month later, I t him—a boy who seed ordinary at first glance. His striking white hair and piercing blue eyes caught my attention, and though his face was handso, I didn't think much of it at the ti. He approached my desk with confidence, his voice steady as he asked, "I'd like to book a private training room."
"Five gold coins," I replied curtly, barely glancing up. He handed over the money and left for training, returning hours later to return the key without a word.
The next day, he was back. This ti, he requested a public training room, and I couldn't help but notice the slight hesitation in his tone. Perhaps he was running low on funds? I handed him the key, and this ti, I watched.
From my vantage point, I could see everything. My eyes widened as I observed him wielding dual affinities—ice and fire. The raw potential was undeniable, though it was clear he was just beginning to grasp their use. His movents were unrefined, but there was sothing about the way he adapted, as though his mind worked faster than most.
A day passed, then another. Each morning, he arrived without fail, dedicating himself to training. By the third day, I couldn't deny it any longer—this boy was a prodigy. His progress was astonishing, and I found myself drawn to his potential.
"Should I make him my disciple?" I pondered, resting my chin in my palm. "Hmm... let's see how he fares for a few more days."
On the third day, he didn't co in the morning. Instead, he arrived in the evening, looking ragged and worn. His armor was splattered with blood, the scent of it hitting like a storm. My entire body scread at to move, to drink, but I held back, my fists clenching under the table.
From then on, he returned each evening, always with blood on his armor, always improving in his training. By the end of the week, my restraint was hanging by a thread. His blood wasn't just tempting—it was intoxicating, a lody calling to my very core.
One night, I couldn't resist any longer. I followed him discreetly, watching as he returned to a modest inn. I noted the room he stayed in and waited until the city fell silent. Then, at midnight, I knocked on his window.
His eyes widened as he opened it, startled to find there. "Drusilly," he stamred, his voice heavy with confusion. "What are you doing here? Why did you co in through the window?"
I smiled at the sound of my alias on his lips. With a wave of my hand, I dropped the illusion that hid my true form. My mundane appearance lted away, revealing the ethereal beauty of my true self. My raven-black hair shimred, my blood-red eyes glead, and my hourglass figure seed sculpted to perfection, curves that could disarm even the most resolute.
His gaze flickered over , and I couldn't help but smirk. "I am making you my disciple..." I said, letting my words hang in the air as confusion and shock painted his face. "...and my slave."
"Wait, what??" he stamred, his voice a mix of disbelief and fear.
He swallowed hard, his panic evident. "Wh...who are you?"
I stepped closer, my red eyes gleaming in the dim light. "It's good that you asked," I said, my tone carrying an edge of amusent. "I thought you wouldn't, but now I get to formally introduce myself." My smile widened, a mix of pride and danger. "I am Drusilla Crimsonvale, Princess of the Vampire Crimsonvale Royal Family."
"I've been watching you," I continued, my voice was soft but firm. "Your prowess these past few days has impressed greatly. You're quite the genius, aren't you?" I reached out, my cold fingers caressing his left cheek. A shiver ran through him—not from pleasure but from pure, unfiltered fear.
Then I locked my gaze onto his, letting my predatory nature seep through my expression. "So, what do you say? Will you beco my disciple... and my slave?"
"W...why do you want to make your slave?" he asked hesitantly, his voice trembling.
I smiled wickedly, placing both hands on his cheeks, feeling the warmth of his skin against my icy touch. "At first," I said, "I didn't plan to make you my slave. But then, I saw you returning from hunts, your armor drenched in blood. The sll of it... it called to . Your blood is unlike anything I've encountered. It's almost ethereal."
He froze, my words sinking in.
"Every ti you ca back, I wanted to pounce on you, to drain you dry," I admitted, my voice carrying an edge of hunger. "I controlled myself... until now. But when you will beco my vampire slave, your body will regenerate blood, and I won't have to hold back anymore."
"Is it possible that I can say no to both parts?" he asked weakly.
My expression darkened, and I leaned in closer, letting my cold breath brush against his skin. "No," I whispered. "You can't say no."
I tilted my head, my raven hair cascading over my shoulder as I brought my mouth near his neck. My voice dropped to a sultry, threatening whisper. "Let's make you my slave then, but first..." My lips hovered over his skin. "Let savor your blood in its pure, human form."
"Wait—" he barely got the word out before my fangs sank into his neck.
The mont his blood sucked by my fangs, my world tilted. It was beyond anything I had ever tasted—delicious didn't begin to describe it. It was divine, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive. If any vampire even caught a hint of this blood, wars would be fought for it. I can't make him my slave, what if his blood will lose his divinity.
As I drank, I felt myself losing control, the urge to drain him dry overwhelming. But then, he pushed away, his strength surprising .
Regaining my senses, I stared at him, my voice trembling with disbelief. "W...what are you?" I murmured. "This isn't possible. No human blood should taste this... divine."
For the first ti in my life, I felt fear—not for myself, but for what I had just unleashed within .
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