blueteamnovel Chapter 11: Drusilla Crimsonvale
Chapter 11: Drusilla Crimsonvale
Chapter 11: Drusilla Crimsonvale
[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 someone. Hehe." Having someone to amusee me, a welcome diversion from the boredom.
A month later, I met him—a boy who seemed ordinary at first glance. His striking white hair and piercing blue eyes caught my attention, and though his face was handsome, I didn't think much of it at the time. 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 time, 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 time, 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 movements were unrefined, but there was something 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 come in the morning. Instead, he arrived in the evening, looking ragged and worn. His armor was splattered with blood, the scent of it hitting me like a storm. My entire body screamed at me to move, to drink, but I held back, my fists clenching under the table.
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 smell of it... it called to me. Your blood is unlike anything I've encountered. It's almost ethereal."
He froze, my words sinking in.
"Every time you came 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 become 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 me savor your blood in its pure, human form."
"Wait—" he barely got the word out before my fangs sank into his neck.
The moment 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 me away, his strength surprising me.
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 time in my life, I felt fear—not for myself, but for what I had just unleashed within me.