She is scary. Not malicious or anything, but I could feel it. She was stronger, much stronger than me. I didn't know how to reply to her. I wasn't Lucien. Who knew their dynamics?
After a few seconds of silence, I forced a tense yet warm smile and replied politely, "Couldn't be better. But, I'm not sure what's happening to you, the wounds aren't even trying to heal. Are you okay?"
She didn't reply instantly, instead staring at me with dazed eyes while letting the silence stretch.
"Are you really sure you're fine?" she asked again, her eyelashes wet as if tearing up. What the hell?! What should I do? Is she crying? She didn't even answer me!
"Yes, definitely. It's all fine now." I gave a genuine, strong smile, "I recovered a bit of my strength and managed to escape through the chains."
"B-but, you lost so much blood, and you stopped regener…" Her voice shook as she cut her sentence. She bit her lip and made a painful expression before forcing a dim whisper, "Thank God." I didn't know what she wanted me to say, but whatever I said really lifted some sort of weight off her chest.
She still held my cheek softly, searching for any signs of a lie before finally sighing. All of a sudden my pupils dilated at what they saw.
Her lips curled upwards in a smile—not a happy one, but a reassured, peaceful one. Her bright red eyes glimmered in the darkness as her eyes too curled with the smile on her lips.I couldn't describe her expression in words—how magical and ethereal it looked on her beautiful face.
"Ci! Luci!" Her worried shout woke me up from the dreamlike trance. "Anyways, what I was saying was… don't worry about me…" she said hesitantly.
I placed my hand on her soft white hair. She didn't look fine in the slightest. What actually happened?
I patted her head after a thought. It's best to just comfort her a little. Tears rolled down her eyes, crawling on my chest as she buried her face deeper in it.
My jaw clenched. What I'd do to you, slave trader bastard. What kind of person would it even take to hurt someone like her?
Lucien was more tortured than usual and had died? Or something like that.
This explained why my blood was on almost every torture instrument here.
Well, this is better… I didn't really take over and kill the original Lucien at least.
"I was just… I just grew unable to heal my wounds like usual after what happened last night…" she said, clutching my hand as hard as she could.
"…Why?" I was under the assumption that it was infinite even without any blood or doing anything special.
"It will be fine after I drink some blood, so it's fine… it's fine, I am fine." She muttered, not looking up from my chest.
My face froze, my lips parted. The memory of the passive we both shared flashed in my mind. [As long as the user WANTED to live.]
With my passive skill, it meant that vampires could heal even with zero [vitality] stat, so their natural body eventually healed as long as they had the will to live. One had to give up or be torn to shreds to genuinely die and stop healing.
'My' death affected her so much that she unconsciously wanted to die…
This explained things. Previous Lucien gave up first. Maybe due to the constant torture, or hopelessness. Watching him die—she realized she was abandoned. Left alone, as the last vampire with all her kin dead, alone to bear all the pain and torture, from people who hated her, and maybe she hated back too. All this while also losing the person she loved and the last of her kin. Anyone would feel like giving up…
Alya, as if realizing what I was thinking, said, "I am sorry…" Why are you saying sorry?! It's all Lucien's fault to leave you alone like this. I'm glad that guy is dead! She continued, "Soon—"All of a sudden she froze as her head turned towards the heavy cell door, and her eyes widened to the limit.
"I have a plan to escape! We will be fine." I tried to calm her down, but it didn't seem to work. Her lips trembled, her nails clutching at my chest muscles.
Alya's eyes shook, "My blood is all clotted up. I—I can't even move. It will take some time before I can correct my flow properly…" She said it like it was all her fault, in a panicked tone.Did she not trust my words? Well, can't be helped. My predecessor had the biggest vagina when it came to being a man.
She took a deep breath, and her face relaxed a little, the panic masked by a serious expression. "You should drink my blood… You will need it to fight against 'him'. And it will help me recover faster, and my blood flow too will improve immensely." She suggested in an earnest tone.
Really now? Blood clots fixed by removing your blood? That's completely false. I was a medical student; I know that much! Even if we think through vampire logic, only I should be healed.
"It will help me!" she said again, this time in a much louder, urgent tone.
Honestly, I was up for it. I have no idea how this world works, and I shouldn't assume. If it also helps her while raising my chances for the upcoming fight, why not just trust her?Alya raised her arms towards me. A motion I didn't understand. Must be a signal that she's ready?
I don't know, but I loved vampire smut in my past life, so one could say I'm pretty experienced.
I first put her down, and then the only thing this body gave me—muscle memory and new instincts—I let them take over. There was no way I could mess this up. Better than relying purely on my smut knowledge.
She lay adorably on the stone floor, her back against the wall.
My gaze quickly moved towards her pale neck, and her fully revealed collarbone and shoulders.
Tuck!... Suck!