His mouth was dry. His veins scraped together like sandpaper. All over his body his skin felt cracked. Water. He needed water. He was too weak to raise his arms, but when he tilted his hands the jingling sound of chains could be heard. Trying to open his eyes was a nightmare of fire. They burned and stung at the same time. Best to keep them closed for now. He instantly recalled the last of his memories. Did she use a highly levelled skill or a powerful ability? Either way he was angry, no, more like enraged. Having your mind and feelings manipulated like that was not pleasant. How dare she. This was why he had upped his [MENTAL] affinity. Apparently it wasn’t enough. Thirsty. He really wanted something to drink. Badly. Then he heard movement coming down the stairs. Had his hearing gotten better? He felt that it had improved. Clip clop, clip clop her heels sounded out the steps. He knew it was HER. He could sense it somehow. Eventually she reached the door, unlocked it and swung it open.
“Wakey, wakey" she called in a sing song tone.
It was so different now. It was still buttery and smooth, but the sound grated on his ears. It no longer lulled him, the sound now only induced rage. He tried to speak his thoughts but his throat and tongue were parched.
“Dearie me, you awoke faster than expected, you must be much stronger then your tags imply. Are you hiding something from me? Do tell.”
He could feel it this time, her magic trying to worm its way into his mind. This time though he blocked it out like it was nothing. To be sure, he did a cursory check of the magic running through his body. That’s when the rabbit noticed it. First, his [MENTAL] affinity felt much, much stronger than before. Second, his [MIRAGE] skill had reached [LEVEL 20] and had continued to level while running on autopilot since the kidnapping bitch had uttered her very first question to him.
“Let me guess, difficulty talking? Let’s fix that."
With a shove she pushed forward a crying young man, hands bound and mouth gagged. [ROGER] had been so focused on the bitch that he hadn’t even noticed the person she had dragged down with her. An oversight he decided not to make again. Grasping half of the man’s long hair she viciously tugged his head to the side. It was amazing what his new hearing could pick up, it was like he had hearing vision.
“You want this?” she purred with expectation.
Finally, he managed to open his eyes and glance at the pair. Dark pink eyes, golden blonde hair, pale as the moon skin, nasty bitch. Dark green eyes with tears, long wavy brown hair, light brown skin, empathy. They were in the same boat after all. Back to the bitch. He wanted what? The man? A second look. Why would he want him? There was clear expectation in her eyes though, like it wasn’t really a question but a foregone conclusion. He looked back into her eyes with questioning, and rage. She then returned his puzzled look. After a moment she put her sharp fingernails that were more like claws to the man’s throat and scratched it deep enough to draw blood. Then she walked over and put it to his lips. The few coppery drops that landed on his tongue did slightly quench his thirst, it was only then he realised that water wasn’t what he needed. He tried to roll his eyes at his own stupidity. How had he not realised this earlier. She was a vampire. And now apparently, so was he. But something was off. The human’s blood wasn’t quite what he yearned for. But apparently it would suffice for now. He decided to react how she would expect. “More! Please!” he rasped.
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She grinned in triumph. “I’ve never seen our kind confused upon awakening before. Mindless. Yes. Starving. Of course. But not confused. You are an odd one.”
He was starving alright, just not for what she was offering. If his guess was correct, there would be quite a lot of bunny blood in his future, once he got out of here. He’d have to make sure he had proper control of himself before going back home. After her statement, she levelled the guys neck over his mouth and the newly awakened vampire’s instincts took over. And his own fangs pierced his bottom lip deeply. Ow. As soon as he tasted his own blood, the rabbit knew he’d been correct. It still wasn’t quite what he craved, but it was closer.
Readjusting, the bunny sunk his fangs into the throat in front of him and sucked. Bleh. Yes, it quenched his veins and after a few more swallows there was no more sandpaper. But this was not satiating his hunger. “Don’t worry you’re not to my taste, I won’t kill you" he thought about his meal. To his surprise, he felt the message being delivered into the blood. The man gasped slightly before sending back his own message. “Those fed to new vampires rarely survive the first feed, and those that do are too weak to survive the second. My fate is sealed. Don’t worry, I can tell this isn’t your fault. I don’t blame you. In fact, knowing the rumours about Madame Lucielle, I pity what comes next for you.”
Those blood sent words sent a shiver down the rabbit’s spine. He definitely needed to escape from the bitch's clutches. A moment before he would have pulled away in disgust at the bleh taste, the Madame yanked the young man back.
“That’s enough for now. Can’t have you gaining too much strength” she said with a shark like grin.
Dragging the man out of the room, the bunny heard her lock him in a cell next door.
Re-entering the room she spoke again.
“Before we start I may as well inform you of your situation. I’m a researcher, and my favourite thing to research is vampires.”
Her expression changed into a pout which would have looked adorable under other circumstances. “Unfortunately, vampires in Thrallton have rules in regards to other vampires. We are not allowed to maim or torture our kin without consent or lawful interference. That really makes it hard for someone like me.”
Next she gave a smile resembling a thousand sunshines. “Luckily for me there’s a loophole. A vampire can treat those they make however the heck they want.”
Another exaggerated frowny face. “Buuut, roughly only one in ten survive the transition. That’s what they say anyway, but I’ve injected my [VAMPIRE’S KISS] venom into more than thirty people, yet you are my first creation. It’s been sooo disappointing.
“But you!” she exclaimed, her expression doing another one eighty, “You survived! So now I can do whatever I want! So, with that being the end of the explanation, let’s get started.”
“Why me?” he questioned, not all that keen to ‘get started’.
“Isn’t it obvious? [LEVEL 51] humans aren’t exactly common. Before you the highest I could find was [LEVEL 35]. Now, no more questions.”
With that, she walked over, put on a lab coat, and then grabbed a tool with a metal loop he was pretty sure assisted in the act of skinning. Terror permeated his being.