*Vicky*I took a closer look and saw that it was the familiar face of a middle-aged man."How did you find me?""I followed your bat here."The Messenger pointed to the reconnaissance bat on his head. It was originally placed near my house in New York to be responsible for guarding. If there was something important, the Messenger could use blood to communicate directly with it and ask it to locate me.I put away my claws and looked upstairs. Leon hadn't woken up yet."If you have something to say, then hurry up and say it so you can leave already."My tone was a little anxious. Now that The Messenger had appeared here, there was a high probability that the Elder's Church already knew about what I'd done.The Messenger took out a letter inside a black envelope, on which was stamped a blood-red seal with a flame emblem. The moment I saw that emblem, I immediately understood what it meant."I'm sorry, my lord. Please return quickly. Before that
*Vicky*I couldn't believe my eyes. The diary clearly recorded the process of the experiment done back then. I read every line of words on it attentively."We conducted experiments on the experimental subjects with a variety of drug combinations. The vast majority of reagents caused the direct death of the subjects. Only reagent No. 69 worked. The toxins in the blood of the subject were finally removed after repeated injections, and the subject was restored to its human identity. After follow-up investigations for half a year, the subject's mental condition was normal, and he was well integrated into society. This was really an exciting moment. After centuries of exploration, our research finally yielded results...""The most crucial formula for Reagent No. 69 is the Mist Lotus, the Holy Water, and..."The pages that recorded the key materials was blurred and unrecognizable at the bottom because of its age. What was the last constituent element?I was a little
*Vicky*I stepped forward and the members of the Elder's Church who'd been waiting on the sidelines draped me in a ritual robe. Afterwards they would then drive a long nail into my heart, which was stained with the blood of Lord Primogenitor, allowing me to maintain my strength while falling into slumber.Kristen pulled the switch next to my sculpture. The sculpture slowly descended, and a pure white coffin rose up. I stepped into the coffin, waiting for them to drive a long nail into my heart. If they could do it skillfully, I wouldn't feel the pain.I closed my eyes and waited for the moment to come. But at that moment, the entrance to the hall of the Sanctuary suddenly became noisy. It seemed someone had barged in."Silence! Don't you know where this place is? Don't disturb the slumber of Lord Primogenitor and the Kindreds!"Kristen tried to silence his men when the guards at the door came rushing in to report."Lord Tybirus, we have visitors.""Wh
*Leon*I knew Vicky had to leave at some point. Our sweet time together couldn't last forever, but I didn't expect that moment to come so quickly. Although I knew that moment was bound to come, and although I had prepared myself mentally, I still felt lost when it really happened. It seemed like something had been taken away from my heart, and it suddenly became empty.I was actually a particularly timid person who was afraid of loss. The more I remembered those beautiful times, I couldn't help how sad I felt because of them. But now there was no time for me to drown in such emotions. After Vicky left, I immediately arranged a flight and returned to New York in a hurry. After that night, Jaydan never appeared in the office again. I heard from Vicky that they were, in a sense, a similar kind.As a normal human being, I had become a minority instead.Now I felt that the answers to all those questions should be within my family. But with my current situation, not
*VICKY*Drip, drip, drip…Blood trickled down onto my face, giving off a deadly alluring aroma. I tried to restrain my desire, but my pupils still slowly turned red.A thought flashed across my mind. I knew exactly what I needed.A tranquilizer.It was the only way to stop my thirst. Every Kindred would carry these bottles with them, but I couldn't find any in my pockets.Why didn't I bring it? I knew better—it was so important. I sighed. Was my brain getting worse from sleeping too long? Then it striked me: where am I?I looked down and saw a sturdy, porcelain bathtub. The blood had already reached my ankles. The fragrance was getting really hard to resist. I couldn't hold out anymore. Fangs slowly appeared in my mouth. I had no choice. This was my nature. It was like a jackal seeing rotten meat.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to try and get a hold of my desire for blood. When they opened, they immediately fixated on a cross on the other end of the bath.A man was trussed up
*LEON*I sat at the dining table and looked down at the failed works in front of me. The more I stared, the more I wondered what I was doing wrong as a chef and as a leader. I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned. "What are these?"I could tell Frank was anxious. There was a slight tremor in his stance, and his pupil size increased as he twisted the ends of his perfectly curated mustache.I could also hear his thoughts turning over instead of his head wondering what was going to happen next, and how he was going to afford to replace his son's worn out sports gear if he were docked as a result.I pinched my nose and sighed."Frank, instead of spending all of your time fixing your mustache, why don't you spend some time studying the dishes? This is your job. Take control, or I'll do it for you. Understood?""Understood, chef. I'll take care of it."Frank took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat. I pushed the food away from myself as his thoughts flooded into my mind's eye. "You're the dev
*VICKY*Earlier that day…I looked down at the pile of scraps in front of me and pictured the dish forming right in front of me. I reached and opened my pristine tool bag. Before I knew it, I was skillfully slicing whipped cream, trimming the cake base, and baking it. It was almost like I was on autopilot. Finally, I added a cherry to top it all off.The experience was perfect—all that I had ever imagined it would be.The sous chef—Frank, as I came to find out—watched me operate closely. His eyes were fixed on my hands as I curated the desert. I smiled as he inspected the dish from side to side, confident that no matter what I made him, it'd be sure to wow.Suddenly, a sweet, salty smell pressed into my nostrils.This was definitely not the smell of apple tart. Its fragrance was similar to that of roses, but when I smelled it carefully, it also smelt a little like steak that had just been cooked. It was so delectable, and its scent tasted like blood but that much sweeter.Then it click
*VICKY*The woman pushed herself off the bookshelf, causing a few items to shake, and stared down at Leon with her hands on her hips."You didn't even properly research her! Her resume is clearly forged—what if she's a criminal!? For fucks sake, she could be a murderer! You're a Knightly, she could easily be someone using this to get close enough to kill you, or even worse…get to your fortune!"At this, Leon scoffed and rolled his eyes. He turned his gaze to her, his distaste clear on his face. Whoever she was to him, he didn't care one bit."Her background is clearly written here. She has all of the qualifications required, and judging by the apple tart I tasted earlier, the talent."My heart skipped a beat. He just admitted to liking my dessert. I'm already on the right track."Now, do you have anything else, Osip—"Osip. As in Osip Spenser. It made perfect sense now why she felt entitled enough to grab the resume from Leon's hands and stomp my way. She slammed the paper into my ches