The Accidental Vampire

“I tossed this pendant away without informing Lord Atlan since I wanted to experience the life of a Vampire. It was a really bad decision. My Bloodline didn’t awaken instantly, but when it did, it took all my senses away from me.”

As Yovana talked about her past, she remembered the feeling of losing her senses. She didn’t even realize as her hands started trembling weakly. “That was the scariest experience in my life… It was like I was drowning, and I couldn’t do anything about it.*

“Bloodlust,” Atlas commented, realizing that her description sounded too familiar. It was what he experienced when he went through the Bloodlust. He felt as if he was going to die as well.

He could understand why this girl called that the scariest experience of her life. For someone who had always been protected to experience something, this close to death was always different compared to someone like him who had some similar experiences before his Bloodlust.

He placed his hand on top of the trembling hand of Yovana. “You aren’t drowning anymore. You are safe. Try to calm down.”

Yovana took a deep breath. “I don’t know how long before I came back to my senses, but when I did, the pendant was with me. Lord Atlan brought the pendant back for me.”

“That’s also when I found out that I had killed the entire town when I was in my Bloodlust. An entire town was wiped because of me… Everyone, including kids. To protect me, Lord Atlan took the blame on himself and said he did it. He didn’t think anyone was going to do anything to him. He also didn’t want anyone to know about me.”

“The town’s destruction didn’t go unnoticed. The Vampires didn’t care for it, but the Werewolves and the Witches were really serious about it. They thought that Lord Atlan was starting to kill innocents now in his boredom, and he wasn’t safe to be left free.”

“The two sides came together and captured Lord Atlan, and I could just watch from a distance, bound by Lord Atlan’s promise to not interfere.”

“I don’t understand a thing. If Atlan is your father, why do you keep calling him Lord Atlan?” Lancaster raised a query.

It wasn’t just him who noticed it. Everyone else did the same. She really called Atlan Lord more than she called him Father.

“It’s a habit of mine. You know old habits die hard. When he was with me, I always had to address him as Lord Atlan for reasons you can guess. And now that he’s not with me, it’s still the same.”

“I’ve roamed around for years, trying to find a way to help my father. After so long, I finally had hopes of him being freed.”

She turned to Atlas. “The moment I realized who you were, you have no idea how excited I was. But I was also worried. I knew you and my father didn’t have a good relationship. That’s why I knew you wouldn’t help her. That’s why I had to use your sister in exchange for your help. If I don’t need your help, even I’m not such a bad person who would use someone’s sister to blackmail him into helping.”

“And that’s it. That’s my truth. That’s the truth you wanted to listen to. After my father, you three are the only ones who know my truth. By telling you, I’ve risked more than just my life, but if it’s for my father, I accept anything. Even if you had asked for my life in exchange for your help, I wouldn’t have hesitated. I don’t want Lord Atlan to suffer for my mistakes.”

Yovana, who always looked to have a surreal and confident aura around her, now looked really weak as she pleaded for someone’s life.

She didn’t realize that even though she believed Atlas was going to save Atlan, he had no such intentions. For now, he wasn’t sure if he could even do it if he wanted to. The Werewolf King was as strong as the strongest Progenitor; meanwhile, he wasn’t Castiel. He couldn’t even call out a fraction of Castiel’s strength.

Yovana believed that Atlas was so strong he could keep the Werewolf King busy while Lilith helped Atlan out, but only Atlas and Lilith knew that it wasn’t a feasible option.

Lilith wasn’t crazy enough to let Atlas go to war with the Werewolf King. It was unclear why she was still gone to the Werewolf Kingdom despite not having any intention of facing the Werewolf King.

*****

“Did he say anything?” A calm voice echoed in a beautiful chamber.

Despite being spoken in a calm tone, those words appeared to be filled with immense strength.

“No, my King. He still refuses to speak, no matter what we try. We’ve tortured him so much, yet he doesn’t speak. We’ve even ripped his skin, sliced his fingers, and more. Despite all that, he didn’t even make a single noise. I wonder if he even feels pain. After centuries of torture, he still doesn’t react. It’s like he’s alive yet dead.”

A young man on his knees was addressing a man who sat on the beautiful golden throne, describing her plight.

Other than the person on the throne and the soldier on his knees, there were even more people who sat in the beautiful Royal Hall.

“Hmm. Of course, he feels pain. He just doesn’t want us to see that he feels pain. He just thinks we aren’t equal to him, so screaming before us would be beneath his dignity. Just because these people lived for so many lifetimes, they think they are gods.” The man on the throne sighed.

“My Lord, what should I do about him?” The soldier asked, waiting for commands.

The King closed his eyes as if he was lost in deep thoughts. The entire place went silent.

Creek~

The silence in the hall was broken by the noise of the door opening. The King opened his eyes, noticing another soldier stepping inside the hall.

“My King, someone is here to meet you.”

“Who?”

“That person claims to be Ramiel.” The Soldier bowed his head in respect. “He claims that it is important for him to meet you.”

“Ramiel? Who Ramiel?” the King asked in confusion. He didn’t remember knowing any Ramiel, let alone inviting one to meet him.

“Heh, I disappeared for a couple of centuries, and it seems everyone forgot me…” A burst of amused laughter came, accompanied by the sounds of footsteps.

A terrifying aura also filled the entire place.