"Sweety, do you know what this is?" My father asked me, a weird crystal globe in his hands.

"No father, sorry." I honestly said. Around 40 years had passed since my first real drink, and I've been starting to feel somewhat impatient.

After all, I have ever gone out of the mansion only a couple times, and all we did was catch a couple humans. I didn't mind since the tactics my parents used were more... modern? Effective? Back in my times, I would just raid whole cities and capture or kill everyone, but now that my power is lacking... well, let's say that it would be problematic if I get discovered.

My core is not fully developed yet, and my body is only similar to that of a 13 years old. Even with my plentiful battle experience, I would still lose if I ever get caught by witch hunters or a group of priests. Lunatics... 

Even so, I don't mind. Father has already started teaching me vampiric arts and magic, whilst my mother has been drilling female etiquette, drawing and even singing in me ever since I reached 30 years old, which if compared to humans, would be the time when kids start going to elementary school.

I don't know if it's the effect of my hormones, but strangely enough, I don't really feel embarrassed wearing dresses or skirts. At first, I was very reluctant, but my mother basically forced me to. Now, I don't really mind. In fact, I even started liking them.

However, there is one thing I completely refused to budge on. I refuse to wear those stupid high heels. I am... was the Blood Monarch, I still have some of my pride! Not much, but... some of it remains, I hope...

Smirking, my father put the strange crystal in my hands and instructed me, "Send a bit of your mana in it."

I frowned a bit as I inspected the weird object. "Why? What does it do?" I asked, somewhat unsure. 

"That's a secret~." My father said, putting a finger on his lips. Pouting, I did as father said and sent a small string of mana inside of it.

The moment the mana reached the crystal, I suddenly felt a giant influx of information flow into my brain. My face flushed red from the overextension and my sclera turned a mix of red and orange. 

"D-dad... Thank you!" I yelled as I tackled my father, who let himself fall to the ground even though he could easily stop me. "Hehe, do you like it, sweetheart? I paid a lot of blood crystals to get this from a friend..."

Nodding, I admitted, "It's amazing!". It was true, after all.

This rather inconspicuous crystal was actually a spell holder. In it, there was large a number of spells, ranging from the weakest of tier 1 spells all the way up to a single, very powerful tier 8 spell.

Furthermore, all of these spells were amazing! Whilst I knew some of them, examples being Dark Healing, Blood Explosion, and Vampire Poisoning, most of them were completely new to me!

Furthermore, it also had very detailed explanations of just how these spells work, and some of them completely went against everything I knew about magic! I won't go into details since it's boring, however, I will say that I was completely mind-blown.

"Dad, can I try them? Can I try them? Please..." I begged with puppy eyes. However, my father shook his head and reprimanded, "No sweety. Although it's true you have amazing talent, you still have to wait until your core is finished before starting to truly practice your spells. Otherwise, you risk crippling yourself forever. For now, just keep practicing the Bloodrawing stance I taught you. If you can master that, then I'll teach you our family art, the Nightwing Art." 

Pouting, I said "Fine..." Before getting off of dad and throwing myself on the couch, where my mother sat, reading an ancient-looking book. 

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It has to be said that, even in my times, reading could be considered the thing vampires just... kinda did. No other race read as much as vampires, even elves didn't read as much. That is also the reason why vampires are basically all philosophical and literary geniuses.

I scuttled near mother and looked at the book she was reading. Smirking, she suddenly closed the book and grabbed me, tickling me everywhere.

"N-no... Haha, stop it, mom! Stop... Hahahaha!" I laughed at the tickling and tried to run away, but she firmly locked me in a way so I couldn't run, whilst still not hurting me. "Who's a naughty girl, eh? Who's a naughty girl?" Mother asked as she poked my belly.

I blushed in embarrassment and tried to run whilst still laughing, but only after mother decided it was enough did she finally let me go.

She giggled as she picked up the book again and shouted at me, who had run out of the living room and into my bedroom, "Luna, one of the humans died yesterday since your father killed him after he tried to escape. Tonight, since your father needs to check on our vampire slaves, we can go out and capture a new human. You can choose this time..."

Hearing this, I shouted back "Yay! Okie mom, should I bring my mask or is it fine?"

One of the, rather obvious, things that mother and father did whilst 'hunting' was to disguise themselves. This way, even if they are seen, they won't get recognized. Furthermore, the mask we bring has a magical property which disguises our aura, making it impossible to track us. 

"Of course sweety, we don't want the mean witch hunters finding us, after all!" My mother shouted back. 

Snorting, I arrived in my bedroom and threw myself on my bed. My room was a pinkish red, which my mother had drawn... I didn't ask for it, ok? Anyway, other than that, there were a pretty big number of plushies, some of them being bats, some wolves and there was even a fox one.

All in all, it looked like the typical girl bedroom. However, there was a twist! I only had, like, 500 different sets of clothes! Hah, not so girly anymore!

... I'm just going to take a rope and hang myself. Or not, since vampires don't even need to breathe and our necks won't break so easily, and even if it breaks, it'll just regenerate.

Ugh, anyways, after cuddling with a random bat plushie for a while, I finally got up and took off my shirt.

Since my body wasn't developed enough yet, mother hadn't forced me to wear bra's yet, thankfully. Nonetheless, I still did poke around a bit, since I gotta know about my own body. I even tried to... well, touch myself underneath, but it didn't feel particularly good. I'm not saying it felt bad, rather, it was... weird.

A-anyway, the reason I got naked laid on my back. Literally. 

My wings had finally grown enough to resemble actual wings instead of weird bony appendages. Naturally, they were black and also very large if I expanded them, however, I could also fold them in order to make them small enough to rest on my back. 

However, right now, I didn't want them resting. Moving them was yes and no the same as moving my arms, very natural. My wings could expand to a huge 8 meters in wingspan, however, that was inefficient. Rather, the best was to have them almost completely stretched, but not fully.

Flapping them a bit, a huge gust of wind was blown into my room, making my hair all messy. Grumbling, I took out a flower-shaped hair tie and made my hair into one single very long ponytail. I liked them free, since... I'll admit it, I liked my hair very much. I wanted to grow them in my last life too, but I never had the time to care for them, so I would usually cut them after they started getting in the way.

Now, however, I was really happy with my current looks. After putting on some clothes, I did a small spin, my hair flew around wildly whilst my skirt that only reached my knees flew up a bit, revealing my underwear.

I felt a rather strange sense of accomplishment doing this, but I couldn't quite pinpoint why, nor did I have the courage to try. Nonetheless, after I was finished with my little embarrassing show, I picked up a mask that was completely black, only having space for your eyes and nose.

I didn't instantly put it on my face, rather, I attached it to my waist and then put on a t-shirt with holes in the back for my wings. It was hard to put it on since I had to zip it on even on my back since otherwise, it would be impossible to put it on, and considering my short stature and limbs, it was a challenge.

After everything was ready, I walked back downstairs, where my mother was waiting for me. She too had put on a shirt with holes for wings, and she held two large umbrellas on both her hands. When she saw me, she smiled and gave me one of the umbrellas.

These umbrellas were a vampire's last resort of sort. They served to block the sunlight should we ever get caught in it, and avoid instant death. They could be called the perfect example of a last-resort.

"Are you ready sweety?" Mother asked. Nodding, I put on my mask. She smiled and did the same before opening her wings to her maximum span, an impressive 15 meters.

"Very well, let us go hunting then."