"Do you know," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, "I was once a high-class vampire."
I saw confusion flicker in her eyes—deep, entrancing eyes that seed to draw in light and thoughts alike.
Still cradling her in my arms, I leaned closer.
She didn’t resist. Her lashes fluttered down, and her eyes slowly closed—trusting , or perhaps too dazed to fear .
My lips brushed against the delicate shell of her eye, a kiss both gentle and claiming.
"Once... I was a noble," I said softly, my fingers gently brushing her hair. "Feared by all vampires because of my strength."
I leaned back slightly, resting my head against her shoulder as the mories clawed their way back into my mind—bitter, heavy, unforgotten.
"Even the forr king, Maverick Nightmoor—the father of the current king—feared ."
My eyes closed, the bitterness thick in my throat.
"Do you know why I told you to never soften your heart?" I asked, my voice low. "Because once... I did. I let my heart waver to save soone dear to —a knight who served loyally. I risked everything for him..."
I paused, the weight of that decision pressing down.
"In the process... I was gravely injured. Vulnerable."
My voice hardened.
"And the mont they saw weakness, the forr king... and even my own blood—my biological family—and that knight, they turned on . Tried to kill while I lay wounded."
"In that betrayal... they wounded heavily," I whispered, my voice barely audible now. "They ripped out my blood core, the core who make vampire’s stronger with ti. Without it, I beca sothing else... the first ever dhampir."
I stared into the dimness, my thoughts distant.
"I begged them to give it back—to let return to what I was. But they refused. They never wanted to be a full vampire again... only a broken thing beneath them."
Suddenly, I felt sothing.
A hand—her hand—gently patting my head.
My eyes snapped open in disbelief.
She was looking at —not with fear, not with disgust—but with... sympathy.
Genuine, tender sympathy.
Why...?
Why would she show that look?
She’s under my control. That’s the only reason anyone ever looks at softly. It has to be...
It has to be because of my beauty—because of the spell.
I looked down, feeling the warmth of her soft hand against my head.
For a brief mont... everything blurred.
Tears slipped from my eyes before I could stop them.
No.
I quickly wiped them away, swallowing the lump in my throat.
I will not trust anyone again. I will not soften my heart.
But then—my breath hitched.
My eyes widened as I felt it.
Her thoughts. Her feelings.
She was wide open to now.
Hahaha... yes.
She’s completely mine.
No spell has ever sunk this deep, not like this. No bond has ever felt this alive.
She is mine now.
The only one who can ever truly belong to . No one can take her away now.
But... her emotions. They flooded into .
Sadness.
Sympathy.
My fingers twitched, curling into tight fists.
Why...? Why was she feeling that?
Is it because of the spell?
Or is it... real?
If it’s real—if even a fragnt of that feeling is real—
Then I’ll never let her go.
Everyone before her... pawns. Weapons. Tools to destroy the vampires from within.
But her?
She’s not a pawn.
She will be mine.
Truly, completely and eternally mine hehe.
Zara’s POV:
Hearing her story... I couldn’t stop myself.
The sadness in her voice, the pain in her words—it clung to like a weight I couldn’t shake off.
I found my hand moving on its own, gently patting her head, offering comfort without even thinking.
Even if her story is true... even if her suffering is real... it doesn’t make torturing people right.
Sowhere, deep inside , a small part knew that.
But I ignored it.
Right now, it just felt like she was mine. Like I loved her more than anything else. Like nothing else mattered.
Her pain beca my pain. Her sorrow beca my sorrow.
I cupped her chin with trembling fingers and leaned down, drawn to her as if by gravity itself.
Our lips t.
Her taste...
Strangely sweet. Addictively delicious. Almost unnatural.
When I pulled back, I found myself breathless. My heart pounded wildly, not with confusion, not with hesitation—just pure, consuming desire.
Why... why do I love her so much?
As our lips parted, her black eyes locked onto mine—burning with obsession so intense it made my breath hitch.
She cupped my face gently, her voice a low, honeyed whisper.
"Love... let’s go. Now it’s your turn."
Her fingers tightened around mine as she smiled sweetly.
"Will you make one for ? It’s for a good cause. Vampires are the real evil, not us. Help ."
I nodded slowly, her words echoing in my mind like a mantra.
We stood, brushing moss from our clothes. She held my hand—softly, lovingly—as we walked out of the cage together.
She led to the one right beside it, rusted iron bars creaking as she pushed the door open. The only sounds inside were the groans of a half-conscious man chained to the wall.
"Go on, dear," she urged softly. "Make one for . Don’t feel guilty... they’ve all killed before. Even their own people wanted them executed. I’m just doing what others are too afraid to."
I nodded again, not even pausing to question it.
I stepped inside.
The air was heavy, thick with damp rot and the copper scent of blood.
I stood before the man. His skin was bruised, his breathing shallow.
My heart pounded as I felt sothing shifting inside —sothing dark, hungry.
My fangs extended, and I bent down.
The mont my teeth sank into his neck... a rush surged through . His blood filled my mouth, warm and tallic.
His body convulsed as his skin turned black, red lines pulsing beneath the surface. As I pulled back, Anahi stepped closer and whispered in that strange, otherworldly language again.
The man growled low and mindlessly stumbled out, vanishing beyond the cave.
I wiped my lips.
But instead of satisfaction... there was nothing.
No pleasure, No fullness.
Not even a sliver of relief.
The thirst inside still roared, gnawing at my insides like a beast unchained.
A pit ford in my stomach.
’Why... why didn’t it satisfy ?’
I looked down at my bloodstained hands, heart beginning to tremble.
And yet... when I turned back to Anahi, her smile made the doubt shrink, pushed it sowhere deeper.
She opened her arms.
"You did beautifully, my love"
And I stepped into them without hesitation.
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Third person POW:
"BAM!"The door slamd against the wall.
"What do you an the Marquis is missing?" Theodore’s voice thundered through the command tent.
The knight standing before him flinched but held his posture, hands clasped tightly behind his back. Sweat lined his brow as Theodore stord closer, fury etched into every step.
"I sent you all to search for her!" Theodore growled. "And after an entire day, you return with nothing?"
The knight lowered his head, eyes on the ground.
"Sir... the Marquis has been missing for a full day. We’ve scouted the battlefield, the cliffs, and the ravines. There’s no trace of her. It’s possible she was ambushed or... or she fled—"
"Watch your tongue!" Theodore snapped, stepping forward, his voice like ice. "Say that again and I’ll cut it from your mouth myself."
The knight went rigid, sha and fear flashing in his eyes.
"She fought harder than anyone here," Theodore said coldly. "For days, without rest. She bled beside us. She held the line when others ran. She is not soone who flees."
The knight said nothing, unable to et his superior’s glare.
After a tense mont, Theodore turned away, jaw clenched. He walked to his chair and slumped into it heavily, rubbing a hand down his face before pressing his fingers to his temples.
He exhaled a slow, frustrated breath.
"Send a ssage to the castle," he muttered finally. "Report that the Crimson Marquis is missing."
The knight saluted stiffly and hurried out of the tent.
Left alone, Theodore sat in silence. He stared up at the canvas ceiling of the tent, the flickering light of the lantern casting long shadows across his worn face.
His chest rose and fell with a tired sigh.
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Progenitor Castle – Master Chambers
In the dim warmth of the royal chamber, Lucien lay on the bed, his arm gently wrapped around Seris.
His fingers threaded through her soft silver hair, stroking it absently. The flicker of the candlelight danced across the walls, casting long shadows.
Seris shifted slightly and looked up at him.
"Lucien... I’ve kept quiet all these days because I didn’t want to hurt our daughters’ feelings," she said softly.
"But they’ve been asking —every day. What do I tell them? Why did you stop them from joining the battle?"
Lucien’s black eyes opened slowly. He sighed, a deep and weary sound.
"Seris... you know I’m not doing this out of cruelty," he murmured. "I don’t want them to lose every mory. I’m sure that dhampir—Anahi—will target them eventually. She always goes after those with my blood."
Seris watched his face, her expression calm but concerned.
"But didn’t our daughters fight on the frontlines before?" she asked.
Lucien rubbed a hand through his own hair, eyes closing again for a mont as if trying to banish painful mories.
"Yes," he admitted. "But I only allowed it back then because that creature was busy—away, capturing humans elsewhere. I would never have let them near the battlefield if she were present."
Seris lowered her eyes.
"Husband... if sothing happens to Zara, you know they will never forgive you."
Lucien flinched slightly at her words.
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