Everything was dark.
There was no sound, no smell, no touch, no feelings.
Just the pure darkness enveloping him and his mind.
Suddenly, everything turned white. The pure, malicious darkness was chased away by the radiance of a blinding white.
Then he woke up.
"Ughh,, He groaned.
A terrible headache was piercing his head. He slowly opened his eyes to see a stone ceiling adorned with beautiful patterns.
He got up from the lying position he was in and looked around.
Everything around him was dark, but there was faint light that helped him to distinguish his surroundings.
He examined his surroundings with a guarded expression.
But there was nothing around him.
He looked left, then right and the only thing he could see was a massive stone corridor decorated with strange wall patterns.
"Where am I?"
He massaged his temple and thought of what had happened to him before waking up.
But nothing came to his mind, he couldn't remember anything.
He couldn't remember his name, who he was, or whether he was still a vampire or not.
But he knew what a vampire was.
"Strange, I can't remember anything."
With a dizzy expression, he looked around again. This time, something caught his eye.
Behind him, near the wall of the corridor, a girl was lying on her back.
She was unconscious, and blood streamed down from a cut on her wrist. The blood flowed from his wrist to the floor, then toward a complex, fantastical pentagram within a circle on the floor. Four candles burned around the circular, bloody symbol.
He stared at the symbol for some time and turned his attention back to the girl.
Her wavy hair was silver in color and it was lengthy enough to touch her waist. Her smooth, fair skin was easily noticeable through the never ending darkness. Her face was strangely beautiful.
She wore a torn, bloodied Green / Brown frock that fit her like a glove. Her slim but voluptuous figure could steal any man's heart instantly.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.
He examined her for a few minutes, he was captivated. Then he noticed the cut on her wrist.
Blood flowed out from it at an accelerated pace while her consciousness went deeper and deeper into the embrace of death.
His heart tightened from the realisation, and the extreme obsession of saving the girl came to his mind.
He sprang into action.
He rushed toward the girl and covered her wound with his hand.
"Dryad's Blood."
A green light started to emanate from his palm. With the light green vines starting to grow out of it.
These green vines travelled into her wound and knitted it close.
After a moment, the bleeding stopped and her breathing became stable.
He took out his hand and sighed. Then he stared at the girl's breasts for a moment.
Desire replaced his sense of protection for a moment, but he shook his head and looked at her arm's blood vessels.
"She needs blood, otherwise she will die."
With rushed movements, he bit his lower lip, and crimson blood started to leak from the wound.
After that, he closed his bleeding lips to hers and kissed her with passion. While doing that, he continuously makes her gulp his blood down by force.
After a moment, when she had drunk enough blood, he disconnected the kiss.
'That amount of blood will make her stable. I want to give her more blood, but if I give too much, she might die.'
The sensation has already disappeared from his mind.
He touched his lips, which were wet from her saliva.
He took the saliva into his mouth and stared at it while blushing a little.
He closed it to his mouth. Then he tasted the sweet saliva with a guilty expression on his face.
The texture awakened a lot of feelings both in his mind and body.
The texture was close to a mix between strawberry and cherry. The more he tasted it, the more dizzy he became.
"I have never tasted something this delicious. How is it even possible?"
He wanted more.
He looked at the peacefully sleeping girl's lips and licked his lips.
'Just one kiss.'
After convincing himself that what he was doing didn't cause her any damage, he got close to her face.
She was so close.
Even her breath was enough to make him dizzy and awaken his sexual desire.
For some unknown reason, she was simply irresistible to him.
He didn't know why he felt this way for a stranger he met a couple of minutes ago and he didn't care either.
All he wanted right now was to taste her lips, touch her skin and smell her breath.
He leapt into a French kiss but stopped midway.
Dread crept into his heart as complex emotions resurfaced in his mind.
"No, I can't do this. I don't have permission to kiss her."
"What if she gets angry with me and stops talking? I can't live with that."
Then he manifested a dark, obsidian knife in his hand and closed it to his neck.
"How could I do something like that to her? I deserve death."
Suddenly, a voice whispered to him. It sounded distant and tense.
'Carrian, stop. What the fuck are you doing? Are you out of your mind?'
When he heard the familiar voice, his thoughts calmed down a little.
"Gregory?"
The voice spoke again.
'Yeah, it's me. What are you doing anyway? Why are you trying to commit suicide.'
A dark expression appeared on Carrian's face.
"I don't know...I just felt like it."
'You FELT LIKE IT?' The voice snarled.
'So, you kill yourself just because you FELT LIKE IT?'
Carrian chuckled at his worried friend.
"I don't usually...It's strange,...I am not the person to kill myself over something this small."
The voice lingered for a moment.
'You know what I think?'
"What?"
Carrion listened with curiosity.
"I think that bitch is the one affecting you this way. I mean, you were pretty serious about desperate about saving her a couple of minutes ago."
He nodded with a sigh.
"Yeah, I think so too. She has some kind of skill or an ability that is affecting me in some way."
The voice spoke with amazement.
"If something is affecting you in any way, it must be insanely powerful."
Carrion Nodded.
"Yeah, it must be an SSS-ranked skill or an ability."
The voice spoke again. This time with a dangerous tone.
'Want to check what it is?'