Smell of blood!
For the first time in 200 years, blood smelled like blood, instead of poison.
Vincent's eyes flared with desire, and he jumped to the person next to him and sank his teeth into the pulsing skin of the human.
A scream blazed near his ears, but his mind drifted into pleasure and ignored the voice.
Without a doubt, it was the sweetest blood he had ever had in his life.
And his hunger, instead of being tamed, grew every second; unsatisfied at every bite. But before he could drain the human between his arms, something hard hit his head and sent him flying away on the ground.
Vincent yelped as he fell on the ground, eyes twitching with pain.
He turned his head and glanced at the boy with a wooden stick and a smirk drew upon his lips while his eyes turned red.
If the boy had harmed him before he drank the blood, he would have fled the scene without turning his back. But now, they were in danger.
His red eyes scanned the humans in front of him, and there were a lot of them, in a cyan blue uniform, looking at him with a strange look.
Lots of human equates lots of blood. His smirk grew deeper, and his tongue peeked out of his mouth and licked the blood on his lips with enthusiasm.
He casted a spell, while the color of his eyes changed from red to black and again to red.
Vincent smiled with satisfaction as he indeed gained his power. The chronokenesis he simulated worked.
The autumn leaf falling from the tree stopped a few centimeters above the ground. And the student's flowing robe stopped midair.
But his eyes caught a glint of something strange.
The human, a woman, whom he bit earlier, was not affected by his power.
Her clumsy hair swayed with her movement, and the blood flowed like a river through her white robe from the wound he left on her.
Her eyes were slanted while her orbs looked at him with a pensive gaze. Her nose was pointed at the tip, and her lips turned downward naturally.
And before Vincent could think of anything, the woman unseathed the sword hanging on her waist and directed it towards his body.
Vincent's body rolled away before the sword could strike him and bawled his eyes in horror and shame.
He was immortal, so why was he running from every attack she launched at him?
So many questions came to his mind, but all of them filtered out blur as the intoxicating smell of blood took over his senses.
From Vincent's point of view, his food was attacking him before, defying his spell and luring him at the same time.
"Who are you?" The woman questioned him in a language Vincent had never heard, but vampires are not bounded by any language. They can speak any language at any moment.
Saving himself from the attack, but at the same time, coming closer to his prey, Vincent replied, "Who are you?"
The blood from the wound didn't stop, and Vincent doubted any normal human would survive this long.
Was she a demon with human blood to lure vampires? Or was she a mere human, acting with pumped-up adrenaline?
"Which clan sent you? Was it the Tiger Eye Clan? Or the Elephant Trunk Clan?" The woman continued her questionnaire despite attacking the vampire. The pain on her face was clearly visible, but giving up was not in her dictionary.
Whereas Vincent was taking pleasure in her weak attempt to take him down.
He leaped from the ground, spreaded his bat wings and flew away.
In the world where blood was non poisonous, he couldn't waste his time on fighting with a petite lady.
Vincent had learnt his lesson to not with someone who is unnatural.
But since he already messed up and had his fun time, running (flying) away was the best option.
Although his regret lingered regarding the blood of human he had sacrificed in order to keep himself safe.
'Greed is the greatest sin,' A voice echoed through Vincent's mind and his eyes flashed red as he halted his flight to stop.
The sudden halt led his wings to maintain balance and resulting him to fall.
The resting birds flew away rapidly, as Vincent was stucked by his wings near their nest.
He sighed with frustration and remarked, "Even his voice is cursed."
Slowly placing his hands on a bark, he tried to lift his body but before he could move an inch, something whispered against his ears.
"I summon you on the very ground you harmed me and command you to kneel and explain."
Huh?
The pressure on his neck tightened and when he reached his hand on the area, he felt a string.
His pale body gradually showed hue of blue as he tried to unfasten the string and failed with no avail. His eyes turned red, while cold sweat trickle down from his forehead and mouth agape, while his legs moved involuntarily in the air.
The string tightened further on his neck, seeping out black blood from the vampire.
Vincent was clueless, for everything that was going on.
What was happening?
Why was it happening?
What the fuck was happening!?
Why the fuck was it happening!?
Finally, he felt a shockwave travelling through his body, wrecking every nerve in him and causing a pain before he felt his body out of control.
And in an instant, with no warning, he fell with a thud on the same ground he left laughing and flying, kneeling before the same woman he made fun of a few moments ago.
He slightly raised his head and noticed a gold string, wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet, and while the other end wrapped around his neck like a shackle.
And raising his head further, he noticed the woman looking at him with her bright blue eyes, contrasting his red eyes dimming with pain.
Vincent sat in silence while the woman looked at him with intense gaze before pulling her wrist and making him groan in pain.
The woman watched him with no sympathy and asked, "Doesn't seem like you belong here, am I right?"