Chapter 4 The Goddess' Blessed

CHAPTER FOUR (NEW MOON)

Chapter 4: The Goddess' Blessed

At that moment, the noble vampire still had a person in his arms. He had his head down while diligently sucking on her neck.

Mallory's gaze slowly went down and realized how awfully familiar the figure in his deathly embrace was.

Her body lay down on his lap motionlessly as if she were already dead, but the weak rising and falling movement chest says otherwise. Her hand was on the floor, the seashell bracelet scrapping on it. Her face was white as a sheet of paper, and her eyes were staring blankly at her.

Mallory's pupils dilated and her breathing became heavier. Her mind went blank as her heartbeat accelerated. Deep in her soul, Mallory felt an invisible connection, which was a mysterious power surging through her body.

She felt her body heat up, and she can feel her muscles spasming.

Her head throbs painfully, and she can already hear the madness in her ears.

Mallory was on the verge of losing control.

Finally, the noble vampire noticed her. He raised his head and let go of the body that he was feasting as if it was already nothing but a used sack. He did it so carelessly that the sharp thud of her head vibrated across the room.

His eyes scanned the new arrival and his eyes glinted a disgusting light of greed and lust.

Mallory was seventeen, an age when the werewolves weren't Blessed by the Goddess yet. Blood coming from them is a delicious treat for the vampires. They knew how vampires go crazy over the Unblessed werewolves, as their blood doesn't contain the hint of 'bitterness' coming from the Goddess' blessing.

That fact was taken from one vampire after a casualty of ten.

But even though without that knowledge, Mallory knew what was in the vampire's head just by the great fluctuations in his eyes.

He wants her.

The vampire noticed how his delicious food was trembling. Her hands were turned into fists and her nails were growing rather long.

'She's transforming.' The noble vampire inwardly clicked her tongue. 'Not good. They don't taste that good when they're in their disgusting animal clothing.'

As he thought that, he noticed that his little food was fixated on something. Curiously, he followed her gaze and come to an understanding. His lips stretched.

It was his unfinished meal.

The half-done food was still breathing. Her blood keeps on gushing out from the two puncture wounds on her neck. However, the woman seems to ignore the wound that keeps on stealing her vitality. Instead, her eyes were on the teenager, shaking as if she was warning her to run away. To escape from there.

'Not under my watch.'

The noble vampire stood up and looked at the teenager fondly. He spread his arms sideward as if he was preparing for a hug.

"Welcome!" He enthusiastically said, his red eyes beaming. "Sorry to start without you. I can't believe I almost miss the star of the banquet!"

The main course, to be exact.

The teenager sharply turned her gaze at him, making him shiver. She looks like a cattle trying to fight back. The chief wanted her even more. A feisty prey makes his blood boil.

Drunk from his emotions, the vampire didn't notice the changes in her eyes.

It slowly glowed. The light was soft silver as if the moon was about the descend with her eyes.

The noble vampire looked at the dying woman on his feet and shook his head. "Is she your mother? I apologize for making you see such a horrible scene. Don't worry, I will not kill her... Under one condition."

The noble vampire placed his eyes back on her. His eyes resembling the crescent moon. "That is; you replacing your mother. And, oh, a bonus; I will keep your mother alive."

"Lair!" Mallory almost growled. Her eyes piercing.

Mallory knew Melita's condition even at that distance. She knew she was dying and that no amount of saving can save her.

The vampire laughed before seriously asking. "Do you know who you are talking to? I am a vampire! An immortal! A part of the species that rules above all! Do you think we lack the ability to save a puny werewolf? Do you really think so?"

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Mallory wavered. Her eyes flickered back and forth between Melita and the vampire. Clearly, the young werewolf entered into deep thoughts. 'Is the vampire talking the truth? Or is he conning her? How do I know if he's telling the truth?'

Lots of kinds swirled in her brain, making it throb painfully.

"Mallory!" But the desperate shout of Melita awakens Mallory from her disheveled thoughts. "I'd rather die than get turned into a vampire!"

Melita's words jolted a memory in her brain.

Yes! The vampires could resurrect the dead or bring back a dying living being to life! But that is in exchange for their original identity–into being a vampire! Those abominating blood-suckers!

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Seeing her gain clarity, the Noble vampire felt hatred filling his entire being.

His red-like blood eyes glowed even more. Turning into a terrifying crimson! He sharply snapped his head to look at the dying woman and, without a second thought, raised his feet and–

Splat!

He stepped on her stomach, digging a horrendous hole!

"AAAHHH!" Melita's scream engulfed the whole room, but it didn't stop the vampire from repetitively stepping on her body, mashing her flesh even more.

"If you had just chosen to obediently shut your mouth," the vampire gritted his teeth, and his stomping gradually became more forceful. "You wouldn't experience this pain before your death!"

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Mallory watched the scene, her eyes wide. Slowly, she felt like she was outside. Like she was watching the scene through a screen. She can see it, but can't interfere. She can hear it, but it was distant. Her body trembled, and blood keeps on gushing through the wound from her clenched hands.

Anger fueled inside her, tracing a thin, rope-like connection in her heart somewhere. The rope, red with anger, continued on in an entangled line, until finally reaching a ball source of light in the depths of her soul.

Mallory suddenly felt the fleeting connection earlier strengthen until it was all she could feel.

At that moment, her brown eyes completely turned silver. In those eyes, the moon's symbol was there, as if they were deeply engraved on them.