Years slowly trickled by. At first, I was always somewhat on guard against my 'parents', however, my worries revealed themselves to be unfounded, thankfully.
In my last life, my parents would constantly put me in life-or-death situations, even going as far as to trying to kill me themselves a couple times. They did it for my best interest, of course, but that didn't change the fact that they were trying to KILL me.
However, this life, other than feeding me every now and then, my parents spend most of their time in our hidden mansion. I did see my father flying out a couple times and coming back with books and newspapers, but for the most part, neither ever left.
Although it sounds like I'm judging them, I'm really not. Vampires can live for an undetermined amount of time, and one is only considered an adult upon reaching 500 years in life. Judging by their aura, my parents must be at most 600, which could barely be considered as an adult.
Since my birth and trial, 20 years have passed. My body now looks like that of a 6 years old human, and I no longer have to drink from mother's breasts, thankfully. Most of my time was spent in silence, either reading whilst sitting on my father/mother's lap, training my body or simply playing. I do not really feel the need to practice magic, as I spent over 2000 years solely dedicated to that purpose.
I will admit, these have been the most fun years I have had since my rebirth. The love my parents showered me with was... addicting. Although I'm not a huge talker, I will admit that I look like one of those kids that just never leave their parent's side. It's depressing and refreshing at the same time...
By the way, my mother's name is Laura and my father's name is Leon. Our family name is Nightwing, which is a huge family group... consisting of three members: me, mom and father. Yup, definitely huge.
Whilst I don't particularly care about my own features, I do have to admit that I am cute. Considering I have never cut my hair and it has a very fast growing speed, it already reaches down to the middle of my back. It's raven black, which combined with the extremely pale skin of vampires, it gives a very surreal vibe. Also, my wings have already started developing, but I can't quite fly with them yet. Also, My eyes are red, since, you know... Vampires.
My mother around the same features as me, with black hair, however, she only has them down to her shoulders. She also has a very beautiful face that constantly bears a cold expression. My father is also handsome, however, it's the elvish kind of handsome: A somewhat feminine body with a strong-looking face.
Although nobody knows where vampires come from exactly, we are sort of a mix between the beautiful and slim elves and demons. Although we do not have horns or tails, we are still considered far more beautiful than humans.
In fact, the scaling of beauty goes like this: Orcs > Humans > Beastmen > Demons > Vampires > Elves. Another fun fact is that, although elves seem like they don't age, the longest they can live for is 2000 years, whilst vampires will never die of old age.
Unfortunately, these very facts are also the reason why vampires are so sought after. Should a vampire ever get caught, they will 90% of the times end up as sex slaves for some of the higher-ups in either the human or demon world. As for the other 10%? Well, they will get sent to the church, where they would get killed in a ritual specifically designed to deal with the ever-regenerating vampires.
So, to cut it short, don't get caught. It's really simple, and vampires have thousands upon thousands of ways to escape detection/capture. Even if they get discovered and somehow defeated, vampires are very, very fast and slippery. Catching one is like trying to make a hole in the water: Impossible unless you possess a very strong and specialized team.
B-but we don't talk about those evil witch hunters in here! This is a safe place! Or at least, that's what my mother shouted at me with a fearful expression when I asked them about those hunters. Apparently, they were once discovered by witch hunters and were almost caught, which traumatized both my dad and mother. Just how low have we vampires fallen...?
As I was immersed in thoughts like these whilst reading 'vampire classic' about a man and his loved one running from witch hunters and then finding love during it, my father and mother suddenly came up from the basement together with small smiles on both of their faces.
Perking up, I closed the book and threw myself at my mother, giving her a hug whilst shouting "Hi mommy!"
What? Don't judge me, I'm a little girl now! A... cute... little... girl... Ugh.
"Hi sweetheart, me and dad have a very important thing to tell you right now." She said as she bent down and picked me up. Blinking, I questioned, "What is it? Did you buy me new clothes?" Please no, I really, really don't want to have to put any more gothic dresses on. It was embarrassing enough the first time... especially since I looked cute in them...
"Hehe, I have those too, but it's not that right now sweety..." Mom says, winking at me. I blushed a bit as I turned away with a pout whilst mumbling "Meanie..."
Snorting, my dad interrupted our little exchange, "Luna, today, me and mom will bring you your first prey!"
Luna. That was the name my parents decided to call me, which considering my red eyes, fits me pretty well, at least in my opinion. "Prey? What do you mean?" I asked, unsure. However, I soon realized how stupid I was being.
"D-do you mean I get to drink real blood? The stuff mom once secretly let me try??" I asked as I jumped around. This was more or less an act since I do have to act like a kid, but the excitement was all real.
My father glared at mother for a second, and she just turned away whilst whistling in a very innocent manner. Sighing, father continued, "Yes sweetie, that stuff. Since your canines have grown enough, you're ready to drink for the first time. Me and mommy spent an entire week searching our territory for the very best blood type we could find, and now, we finally found a really good one. Come on sweety, follow me." My father said as he bent down and tried to get me to come over, which I did.
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I ran over to him and he picked me up. I giggled a bit as I sat on his shoulder. He wasn't all that tall nor buff, but a vampire's strength is not to be underestimated, he could easily carry a thousand me's without a problem. After all, a vampire's physical strength is second only to that of orcs and werewolves.
As we descended down into further darkness, which wasn't really dark since us vampires have night vision, sounds of groaning and crying gradually appeared and intensified. Down here was what mom and dad called the 'Pen', which is essentially where they put the humans they catch during their escapades.
It's not wrong to say they treat them like cattle. They would put a girl and a man in a cage, alone and with nothing to do. They did feed them though, so there's that.
I could count at least 20 cages, all of them full. Some of the women had bulging stomachs, some were huddled in a corner, far from the men. Others would sit together, hoping for warmth in this cold place.
When we arrived at the center of the room, my father screeched in a bat-like manner. Silence fell the moment he did, and after a while, he roared "If I heard even a single sound in the next hour, no food for two days!"
His voice contained a strange power and charm, which although it didn't affect me and mother since he didn't want to, it clearly took effect on the humans. Yeah, we vampires are way too overpowered in my opinion, but then again, we are very few in numbers and we DO instantly die in the sun, so I guess it's fair...?
After doing this, father glanced at me. After making sure I wasn't scared or anything, he brought me over to a cage where only one person stood in.
It was a young girl, perhaps around 16 years old. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly. Just by seeing her, my sclera turned redder, a sign of hunger and excitement.
Noticing this, my mother smiles and patted my head. I looked at her and the girl repeatedly back and forth. She nodded and opened the cage before going in.
The girl was lying on the stone floor, her eyes following my mother's movement. She didn't react when mother picked her up by the hair and dragged her over to us.
When she arrived back in front of me and dad, mother threw the girl in front of us before stomping on both her legs and arms, making her scream in pain.
Clearly, she was doing this to stop her from resisting what was to come. The girl now looked at us with hatred, making father laugh. He put me down and began teaching, "Darling, this is a human. They're not very smart, and they also... age." Father seemed to spit that last word out with venom. Aging was a process considered something only inferior races went through, so us vampires usually treated the subject as taboo.
"However, their blood is really good. It's not as good as that of the pointy-eared bast... Err, elves. They are like cattle, so you're free to treat them however you want. If one suits your tastes, mom and dad can convert it into a slave for you, so just ask." Father said with a small laugh. The girl's gaze couldn't contain more hatred than it did now, but father merely laughed at her derisively.
However, that laugh soon stopped when the girl suddenly spit at him. The saliva hit dad's pants, and time seemed to slow down. His eyes narrowed and his sclera turned black.
Red means hunger and excitement, black means fury and anger. The sclera of a vampire is what usually gives out emotions away, it's kind of like the body language of vampires. This time, dad's sclera were really, really black, meaning he was really, really angry.
Mom too narrowed her eyes and her sclera too turned dark. She was about to stomp on her again when my father stopped her with his hand. "Sweety, today, I will teach you how to be a good shepherd. Dear, take Luna and, please, move over there. I'll keep this human alive since she is Luna's gift after all."
Nodding, mom took my hand and dragged me over to the side of the room. I curiously looked at father and the human girl as he slowly began walking around the girl, hissing at her.
Am I heartless for not stopping them? Do not be foolish, I am a vampire, no, the king of vampires. Err, queen of vampires! Ruler of vampires! I have already cut off all connections to my previous human life, and besides, I have done things far worse than what father is about to do.
Furthermore, in vampiric society, humans are like chickens. If they do not behave, just beat them up. If they still don't behave, kill them. There are so, so many of them that even if we killed all humans we captured, it wouldn't take more than a couple days to replenish them.
It's true that mass-capturing is risky as it can lead to witch hunters coming over, but with the decline of werewolves, vampires, and other such beings, witch hunters too began to decline. After all, it's like fish and water. If there is not enough water, the fishes will die.
My attention snapped back to father when I heard a loud cry. Father's hand had basically turned into a claw, and he had begun peeling off the nails of the girls, one by one. The girl couldn't even move since her limbs were all broken and father held her down, but her body still convulsed in pain.
After peeling all the nails off, he ripped out all of her hair. Then, he took one of her eyes and made her swallow it. It was sort of disgusting, and even mother's nose wrinkled. This was not due to the girl's suffering ironically, but because father actually held her eye in his hand.
Since father was doing this in the middle of the room, all of the other caged humans could see this as well. Many of them puked, some began to pray and others just slumped down and began mumbling and even started laughing.
Nonetheless, after a couple more minutes of this, father finally cast a spell and the girl's blood all flowed back into her body. It had accumulated into a small pool under her, but in less than 10 seconds it was all gone.
The injuries and pain were still there, but now the wounds were mostly closed up and stopped bleeding. Father motioned for me to come over, which I did.
"Sweety, can you see this vein? Usually, that's the best place to bite in, but in reality, the entire neck is a good place, since that's where most of the blood goes through. If you want to kill someone, just either cut off the jugular or severe the spine here." Dad began explaining, and only after having gone through basically every single possible place to bite in did he finally relent and let me have a taste.
The girl was still conscious, strangely enough, and she was looking at me with a hateful expression. I humphed and slapped her face before bending her neck over to expose the juicy part under the chin.
Opening my mouth, saliva threatened to fall off, but that was considered bad culture in vampiric society, so I swallowed it. Then, I bit into the neck.
It wasn't like I bit with all my teeth, just my canines. Whilst it sounds hard, it is actually very easy for us vampires to use our canines, it's instinctive. We can bite a point precisely, and not miss by even a millimeter.
A strong suction force came from my two canines, and the girl cried out, but it only sounded like soft whimpers.
Feeling the divine liquid flowing into my mouth and down my throat, I smiled in happiness. It had been far too long since I enjoyed a real meal like this, forget that shitty stuff dad and mom gave me before, I want more of this! Before I realized it, I had eaten my complete fill, so I reluctantly let go of the girl.
After father locked her up once again, we went back upstairs, where we celebrated my first blood. We played together for the rest of the night, and when the sun came up outside, we all fell asleep in the bed together. Fun fact, we vampires do not sleep in crypts, because why should we? Bed are far more comfortable, and I will bite anyone that says otherwise.