Vampire’s Blood Servant의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Vincent's fangs retracted from my neck with a cold, slick sensation.I kept my eyes closed, riding the wave of lightheadedness that followed each feeding. The blood brand on my collarbone.It was the magical contract he etched into my skin a decade ago, throbbed with a familiar, possessive heat."Your blood tastes slightly off today," his voice, low and satisfied, cut through the dimness of his bedroom.I opened my eyes. He was dabbing the corner of his mouth with a silk handkerchief. The smear of crimson against his pale skin looked stark in the candlelight. His other hand still rested possessively on my bare hip, a lingering touch from the frantic coupling that had preceded the feeding. For Vincent, appetite was never singular.The craving for my rare blood and the desire for my warm, willing body were intertwined parts of the same ancient hunger, a ritual of consumption he had perfected over our decade together.He was the Vampire Lord of this city, centuries old. I was Elena R

The dinner finally ended. I stood alone in the echoing hall, the taste of ashes in my mouth."Elena. You're accompanying us."Vincent’s voice echoed from the top of the grand staircase. I looked up. He was helping Lilith into a cloak lined with rare white fur, his hands careful, almost tender, a courtesy he had never extended to me. The sight was a physical ache."Of course," he said, his eyes finding me, cold and flat. "You remain my chief operative. It is time you understood your new primary duty is to her security."An armored limousine, windows blacked out, idled in the courtyard. I moved toward the front passenger seat out of long habit."The back, Elena," Vincent said, his tone leaving no room for argument.Lilith slipped into the middle row of the spacious vehicle, Vincent following closely.I was left with the rear bench seat, facing them like an unwelcome spectator.The city slid by in a blur of darkness. The silence inside the car was oppressive.After a few minutes, Lilit

The message appeared on the screen of my private phone at dawn. From Vincent. No greeting, just coordinates and a time. The location was one of his lesser-known daylight estates, a place shielded from the sun.An hour later, a silent ghoul-driver deposited me at a secluded villa. Vincent stood by a window, the filtered light making his pale skin look almost human. Lilith was seated on a chaise lounge, looking over a tablet.“Elena,” Vincent’s tone was curt. “Lilith requires a personal attendant of unique capability. One who can operate in daylight and understands our ways.”Lilith smiled, her expression gracious. “We’ve discussed it, and you are the obvious choice. But the old bond is gone. A new, more direct arrangement is needed.” She gestured to the chalice, which now glimmered with a faint, sanguine light. “A single draught of my blood. It will make you my ghoul. You will retain the strength and longevity you’ve grown accustomed to, and your service will continue seamlessly—si

The great hall of Vincent’s ancestral estate had never been so terrifyingly opulent. The air thrummed with the low vibration of ancient power, expensive perfumes masking the scent of old blood, and the watchful silence of predators at a parlay. Vampire lords and ladies from allied and rival clans mingled, their elegance a sharp weapon.I stood apart. The dress I wore was simple, dark, meant to fade into the background. At my throat, resting against my unmarked skin, was the Starlight Pendant. A teardrop of obsidian set with a single, minuscule diamond that caught the light like a trapped star. The first piece I ever crafted, a foolish girl’s idea of eternity. I had given it to Vincent years ago. A week ago, it had been returned to me in a plain velvet box by Marcus. No note.Lilith found me first. She was a vision in a gown of liquid silver that seemed to drink the light, her pale hair crowned with diamonds that were likely older than the country. Her gaze swept over me, lingeri

“Vincent!” Lilith cried, a flash of vicious triumph cutting through her manufactured terror. “She slaughtered my attendants! She’s betrayed your trust, violated the sanctity of your house! By the ancient laws, a Lord must deliver the Final Death to such a traitor himself!”The Final Death.I looked into Vincent’s crimson eyes, waiting for the sentence I thought I’d already received.His finger whitened on the trigger of the rune-etched pistol. The storm in his gaze was more complex now—not just rage, but a churning conflict, and beneath it, a profound, soul-deep exhaustion that even immortality couldn’t hide.Time stretched, thin and silent.Then, slowly, he spoke. Each word was a stone dropped into a still pool.“Marcus.”Marcus materialized from the shadows behind him. “My Lord.”“Take her,” Vincent’s gun remained leveled at my forehead, but his words carved a different fate. “To the boundary wards. Cast her out.”Lilith’s theatrical sobs hitched. She stared at Vincent, disbelief