Silver opened his eyes and immediately sat up on the bed.
"What a weird dream."
He shook his head before looking beside him and seeing Ilyara, soundly sleeping. He raised an eyebrow at her... changes. Surprising ones at that.
But the oddest one was her beauty—it was unnatural. He saw himself leaning to kiss her bluish thin lips before he stopped himself. His heart was racing in his chest, causing him to frown at his lack of self-control.
'What's happening to me?'
He shook his head again and left the bed, heading toward the large mirror. He stared at himself, feeling as if he was looking at a stranger. He was still himself; the changes hadn't been too... demanding.
But his spiraled silver eyes unsettled him. He knew there was nothing he could do about them, so he let out a sigh and decided to clear his head while bathing.
He went to the bathroom and entered a warm bath with lit scented candles he found inside. He closed his eyes and thought about his changes.
First, he could now hear from a distance. Though disorienting at first, he quickly got the hang of it from his long years of tuning out everything when he needed silence.
His increased strength was even more manageable due to unknown reasons. His vision was somewhat of a letdown. He thought with such... unique eyes, they would do something other than creep him out.
Next was his skin—it was more sensitive, as if every nerve ending in his body was alive. He could feel the heat of the water soothing against his skin.
He leaned his head back and exhaled. "I'm a vampire?" he muttered, uncertain.
He didn't really know how to feel about that, but it wasn't like him to dwell on outcomes he couldn't change. Still, he was getting a little pissed that fate seemed to have designs for him that he had no control over.
His lack of control over certain things, going back to when he... lost them, was starting to affect him. Silver frowned as he looked at where his left hand was and saw he had crushed the edge of the bath into dust.
"Something is wrong. Why am I getting angry? It's unlike me."
"It's because you're now a vampire," Ilyara said, as she walked in with her silent steps, elusive even to Silver's enhanced ears.
Silver turned his head and immediately was short of breath.
'Was she always this breathtaking?'
Ilyara smirked as she walked toward the bathtub and stepped inside, soaking her silk robe in the water. She had reverted back to her pale self, but she still held that unnatural charm that seemed to mock Silver's self-control.
Silver tried to distract himself as he followed up on Ilyara's comment. "What do you mean by that? I'm a vampire? Does it have anything to do with my unstable emotions?"
Ilyara chuckled. "Yes. You still don't get it, do you? Vampires are creatures with heightened emotions. That's why when we act, we don't do anything halfway.
"What I'm trying to say is, your suppressed emotions are returning."
"My emotions are coming back? Well... that's not good."
Ilyara tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
Silver shook his head, saying nothing.
Externally, he was expressionless as always, but internally... a storm was brewing.
'Is there a way to suppress them again? How did I do it in the first place? This might actually be a good thing—no, it's definitely not. I might turn into that again. I have to suppress them somehow.'
Ilyara was confused. Even though Silver wasn't showing anything, she could feel everything he felt. It was as if she was inside his head.
Silver looked up at Ilyara when he sensed her growing excitement.
"What's so amusing?"
"It worked. I didn't think it could, but I can feel it—I can feel you. I can feel everything."
Silver sighed. Now that his mind was a little clearer, he could feel her too. The good news was that he sensed he could tune her out. That was great, as he liked his thoughts being his own. The bad news was that he didn't know how—yet.
Ilyara's eyes lit up. "So, now that you're a vampire and we're bound together—and I think we still have our souls—"
Silver raised an eyebrow at the souls part but didn't interrupt as Ilyara went on.
"—don't you think it's about time we sealed the deal by... you know?"
Silver was confused at first—until his mind fogged and he saw a scene of him and Ilyara in bed, fucking like rabbits. He shook his head and blushed.
Silver knew this wasn't his thought—he would never think like that, not ever. Which is why it came as a shock that Ilyara was more dirty-minded than he was.
"No. We still haven't signed some papers. Until then, just no," Silver tried to act calm, but his beating heart and beet-red face betrayed him. Even his thoughts and growing desires told Ilyara that he wanted to—not as much as she did, but more than he ever did yesterday.
She felt like she needed to dominate and take charge, but somehow that felt wrong. She wanted the opposite. She pouted and looked at Silver pitifully, but he straight up ignored her.
With an exhale, she said, "Okay, fine, you win. Hanna has already prepared the papers, so we just need to sign them. But before that, you'll have to meet my parents—tonight."
'Her parents? Why would I want to meet them? Can't I just get my money, scam some hobos, and make even more money?'
"What kind of peo... I mean, vampires are your parents?"
Chuckling, she replied, "You can just say people. No need for labels. Anyways, my mother is... a difficult person. As for my father, I honestly don't understand him. To tell you the truth, only my older brother is... less dysfunctional."
Silver cocked his head. "Then that begs the question:, why would I want to meet them?"
"Because..."
'Wait, why would I want my darling to meet them? They are insane. Them, my sister. You know what? He's right. I can't expose him to their apathy, even though he has mastered his own.'
"You know what? You're right. Let's go out and eat. After that, sign the papers."
Silver's lips curled into the brightest and most genuine smile he had ever given her. This made Ilyara jealous—that the thought of getting money excited him more than mating with her.
A mischievous glint suddenly flashed in her eyes. She got up, water trailing down her body, her soaked white silk robe clinging to every curve of her body.
Silver's eyes went wide, his breathing turning ragged, his cock standing tall and proud, managing to peek through the water.
It was Ilyara's turn to go wide with shock—and desire. That thing she was seeing was too long, and judging by the mushroom peeking through, it was also very thick.
'If that went inside me... would it even fit?' That thought made her pale skin flush with a crimson hue, and her pussy clench tight with lust.
At this moment, as her eyes flickered between purple and grey, she knew she wanted Silver—right at this moment. Silver felt the same. His spiraled eyes began moving on their own, hypnotizing in a sort of enchanting way.
That's when he saw it—a quick flash. Ilyara, bleeding out on the ground, him clutching her cold body in agony, tears brimming down his face.
Before him was someone who looked almost exactly like him—but older. His face was cold, detached.
"I told you to save them. Now it's too late. She has found you. They all have."
Silver groaned in pain, feeling as if his head was being split in two.
'What the fuck was that?!'
"Darling, are you okay?"
Silver lifted his head, meeting Ilyara at eye level, her eyes showing concern.
He should've been touched, but... that vision was haunting him.
'What does it even mean?'