Zoravec had no idea how to respond to the particular situation. He could clearly see his shirt and mouth tainted in the blood, he reflexively touched the neckline of his shirt only to confirm that the red liquid was indeed blood. Zoravec was unable to comprehend how did it even happen and was it a permanent effect.
"How did it even happen? I can't…did I kill somebody?"
Zoravec was unable to accept that he might have killed somebody if he went out. Because his powers were unstable and if he actually attempted sleep walking then he must have murdered somebody.
The conclusion was derived from the previous event which occurred with Lyra. Zoravec admitted that his powers were capable of potentially injuring everybody. It shocked and horrified him regarding the possibility that he might have actually drained somebody.
He somehow mustered his energy and courage to stand up, as he moved forward towards the mirror. Zoravec could see the blood on his chin and lips, he licked it under the influence of his vampiric blood. A sweet and tangy flavour crept in his mouth as he savoured the taste.
"This is…so tasty."
Zoravec commented over the flavour his taste buds felt, meanwhile a powerful sensation circulated in his body. It was expected why he felt like that and there was no denying that Zoravec wanted blood every now and then. Now the question was what kind of blood he desired and wanted?
"Mm, this energy is incredible. It feels similar to what I experienced while coming back from Lyra's place."
He clearly remembered that moment when he functioned under the smell of blood coming from Pike and his lackeys. It was something strange, something wonderful which made him feel unstoppable.
Now he could conclude that everything about him revolved around two things; blood and lust. Yes, Zoravec had both ways to level up and increase his potential without a failure. Although he still had to display his mate so the vampires would not take him as a blood bag. Zoravec did not intend to spend the rest of his life serving as a mere blood donator who could not escape from the vampires.
Dhampirs were the people who were willing to be transformed thus the venom grabbed a hold of their brain and heart. The people who were presented as blood bags and were unwilling to be turned retrained their human side. The venom only worked if the person agreed to be infected, since Zoravec knew he was not a dhampir but some different breed ; his life was in danger now.
He snapped, opened his eyes and glanced in the mirror only to see his eyes glowing crimson red. Zoravec snickered at the influx of mana he felt in that moment, which exposed the fangs indicating that was indeed a vampire. However he had a vast information about the vampires and their bonds which enabled him to distinguish that he was neither a noble nor a dhampir.
"It feels so good, I already feel strong enough to win the feuds with Pike. Wahah!"
His hysterical laugh changed the whole atmosphere of the room. Zoravec unconsciously did not notice the change in himself which had occurred like a slow poison. Since the vampiric venom was a vile toxin and it was gradually casting changes in him.
Zoravec had already started thinking like the vampires!
"Even if she kicks me out I should be able to get some girls to provide me shelter with this face. Mmm, no?"
He tilted his head with utmost charming manner as he put on an innocent expression. Nobody could have guessed that such a meek looking boy would have killed somebody.
Zoravec was not able to see his own changing nature but perhaps Hecate was ready for it. She knew what it meant to be a vampire, the woman had struggled ever since she received infant Zoravec's bite. Hecate could clearly see through what Zoravec might have been going through.
He looked in the mirror with the intention of examining his new appearance. Zoravec had never been the centre of attention, not even in school let alone among the girls. He was not the type of person who would be popular among the ladies based on his looks. Before his transformation he was an average looking guy with a nerd reputation.
If he was not blessed with looks Zoravec was surely given the gift of intellect. He had been the class topper ever since he joined that school. But getting ladies was not something he ever had or anybody would have expected from him. Now that Zoravec had transformed and his appearance had minor changes, it was not possible to detect what were the modifications in him.
However one thing was certain, his appearance had grown charming and it was more than good enough to garner women's attention. Zoravec had mixed emotions circulating within him at that time. He was sure about receiving love letters and kisses from the girls. Whereas the lingering thoughts about Lyra's murder investigation was also revolving in his head.
"I should get ready first. Going out will help me look more into this matter. If I have killed somebody yesterday night then the news must be around by now. I have to go to the school to figure out all these things."
Zoravec was sure about his speculations. The vampires were indeed vile creatures but they had planned everything and had been running an organised system.
It was obvious why the vampires introduced the blood bag system, so the future killings would not be blamed on them. However the dhampirs were a lower class and were not actual vampires so they were the easy targets to kill just like humans. The dhampirs were partially rebellious people and were the prime suspect of such incidents.
Zoravec had the opportunity to blame it on them if he had actually killed somebody. Nonetheless, going out was the only option to clear out and understand that biggest assumption.
This content is taken from (f)reewe(b)novel.𝗰𝗼𝐦