INICIAR SESIÓNFeeling spiteful, she began to think of a description of a handsome man. She didn't think the man with the glasses was ugly, but she needed to exaggerate facts just to spite this vampire who always seemed to be so confident that his face was the gift from heaven itself."He has very prominent cheekbones," she started slowly as if carefully recalling the man's face. "Light colored eyes that fits his beautiful face and a look that is very gentle and kind. The kind of person that people would naturally trust after one glance."Victor looked at her quietly and though the smile on his lips remained lazy and amused, the tightness of his fingers around her arms didn't loosen even slightly."You seem to like kind people," he noted casually."Who doesn't like kind people?" She asked back without hesitation, lifting her chin a little despite how trapped she felt beneath his hold."Hm, me?" He replied with raised eyebrows as though the answer was obvious. "And be careful with what you call kind.
Seeing his face suddenly turn void of a smile, Jane felt her entire body stiffen almost immediately at the sight. The reaction came so naturally that even she herself couldn't stop it.To see Victor looking so expressionless startled her deeply as he had never once looked at her without a smile before. Even when he threatened people, even when he mocked them or spoke of horrifying things so casually, there had always been that smile lingering on his lips like he found the world amusing.But now it was gone, completely gone and somehow that was far worse than his usual terrifying grin. He was already frightening with a smile, but when all traces of fun and joy vanished from his face, she felt as though her heart had suddenly dropped into freezing water. His face looked empty in a way that made him seem less human and more like something wearing human skin out of convenience. His eyes especially looked colder without the upward curve of his lips softening them.It was a kind of fear sh
No, what was more important wasn't the fact that Victor was a pureblood. It wasn't.The problem was the game they had talked about. A game with a wager where the payment wouldn't be repaid by the one who actually lost but instead by giving the blood of their servants to be drunk by the winner for fun."Young Duke should participate this time.""It would be a waste not to. After all, you finally brought someone with you.""And perhaps this time the game would become more interesting than usual."Their voices overlapped with each other and although their tones sounded light and playful, Jane could hear the excitement hidden underneath. It made her feel uncomfortable. No, more than uncomfortable. It made her feel as though she was standing inside a cage while people discussed how they wanted to use her.At first she questioned why vampires would even share the human they drank from. Knowing how prideful they were, wouldn't it be better not to share the human they treated as livestock?Wo
Her shoes hovered over the boundary of the door, the tip of one barely crossing the line before pulling back again. She wasn't ready to enter. Even if the entire day passed with her standing rooted in this exact spot, she knew she would still hesitate to step inside this place crowded with vampires whose eyes gleamed far too sharply whenever blood was mentioned.The mansion itself felt alive in the worst possible way. Music drifted faintly from somewhere deeper within the halls, elegant and soft, yet underneath it came the sound of quiet laughter that prickled across her skin. The scent in the air was sweet, almost rotten beneath the perfume of roses and wine.Jane swallowed, every instinct in her body screamed at her to turn around and leave."Stick with me," Victor said beside her.He smiled when he said it, but it wasn't reassuring. Nothing about Victor had ever been reassuring. His smiles always carried something dark beneath them, as though amusement and cruelty were stitched tog
Where they had arrived was a mansion beside a large clock tower and a towering tall church. The church seemed newly made but it didn't seem to have a cross as it would usually have. The only reason why she could tell it was a church was due to the slightly opened door that allowed her to see the chapel inside.But how odd, she thought in her head.There was no statue, no cross. Usually churches would be filled with them, don't they? Especially in the towns where even the smallest chapel would still have some kind of symbol of worship placed carefully at the front.This church instead felt strangely empty. Beautiful yet in a sense so empty that it almost feel as if it was only a decoration. Almost as if whoever built it only copied the appearance of a church without understanding what truly belonged inside one.Well but why would someone build something that just appears like a church when it doesn't serve a purpose for prayers as what a church was supposed to do?Before Jane could con
And that finally when it clicks to Jane that vampires never truly fear being different, they are proud of it. No, it's not about being different that makes them proud of themselves. She realized that was the wrong point for her to focus on.The only real reason why they didn't want humans to have their existence known widely is because they didn't want human laws and humanity to disallow them from their hunts. Humans are their prey and vampires didn't want their own prey to be alerted and leave them. If they could, they would rather have defenseless prey who they could partake at any second without resistance, without fear of consequences, without the prey ever daring to bare its teeth back at them.The realization left a bitter taste in her mouth.Humans weren't people to them, never in their eyes, not a creature that they have to respect or meet eye to eye with, not a creature where pity and understanding could be given so freely. Humans are just livestock walking willingly into a




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