Blood-sucking fangs

Chapter 2

Those pale red lips seemed never to have moved, yet the clear, glass-like voice had already reached his mind. It was a face that defied description, neither male nor female, and his figure was equally delicate and elegant, making it impossible to discern his gender.

"Was it...did you save me?"

"Saved? You could say that. If I hadn't fed you those 800 milliliters of blood plasma, you would be dead by now."

Although the word "hello" sounded strange, Feng Nian'en automatically interpreted it as a blood transfusion. He looked at the other person gratefully and said, "Th-thank you!"

"Thank you?" The man looked at him scrutinizingly. "Still don't understand, kid? Hasn't Cangya's blood awakened in your body yet?"

"Wh-what, what did you say?" These strange words gradually gave him a bad feeling.

The person smiled slightly, revealing two sharp, slender white teeth on their pale red lips...

"you……"

Feng Nian'en took a step back in a panic, staggering and falling onto the dressing table behind him. What surprised him even more was that he wasn't particularly afraid; instead, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"Still not awake? That brat's blood shouldn't be this weak." The man said, running his long, slender fingers across the boy's face.

The cold fingers carried a cool, pleasant scent. Feng Nian'en was horrified to discover that his blood was boiling, as if the cold fingers were a match igniting the gasoline within him.

His eyes were bloodshot and his vision was blurred. A feeling of dizziness made his legs unable to support his body any longer, and he collapsed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

The violent throbbing was like the rhythm of passionate drumming. He reached up and pressed his left chest, looking up in bewilderment: "What...what have I become?"

"What do you think?" The man crouched down, placing one hand on top of the man's right hand, which was resting on his chest.

"Listen, listen carefully. Yes, this sound, what is it telling you?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Feng Nian'en closed his eyes, a tear slowly sliding down his pale skin: "I...I'm not human anymore..."

He's no longer human.

Feng Nian'en sat on the dark brown floor, leaning against the bed leg covered with silver scraps, her right hand pressed tightly against her chest.

A vigorous pulse, a rapidly flowing bloodstream...

Nothing had changed, but every flow of blood within him clearly told him—he was no longer human…

He had no idea how long he had been sitting there.

Time has lost its meaning for him.

The vampire named Lan Ya, who had a voice as clear as glass, had already made this very clear to him.

"You won't die of natural causes. Sunlight won't kill you, but it's best to avoid being out at midday. Churches and crosses aren't taboo for you, but silver bullets can cause you significant harm, especially if they hit your heart. Besides, you need to replenish your blood every ten days, or you'll lose control. In every respect, being a ghost is better than being a human." After solemnly recounting the precautions, Ranga concluded with a lighthearted, teasing tone, "You possess endless lifespan and all sorts of abilities that humans dream of, with no legal restrictions except for the Camarilla Treaty. Oh, and of course! You must also respect our Prince."

vampire……

A creature that should only exist in bedtime stories actually exists in reality, and he has become that creature.

Feng Nian'en sat quietly, listening to the beating of his chest. Every sound told him that he had become something else. The human named Feng Nian'en was dead; he was now a ghost, a vampire.

"You will have a new name, a vampire name. But your elder relative will have to choose it for you; he's having a little trouble right now."

“A new name.” Feng Nian’en murmured, recalling Lan Ya’s words. A new name, a new identity. Everything was new except for his ordinary face. No! Even if his appearance hadn’t changed, the blood flowing within him had undergone a fundamental transformation.

From that moment on, he was no longer himself.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang..."

He quietly counted the familiar yet unfamiliar sound: one, two, three...

This sound will not cease; it will beat forever. Even if all life in the world dies, even on the day of the legendary final judgment, it will not die naturally. What will happen to it? Will it remain forever in hell under God's judgment?

forever?

forever!

forever……

"No!"

He suddenly jumped up from the chair, frantically twisted open the wooden door, and rushed out of the room. He ran down the long corridor, rushing downstairs at a ghostly speed that he himself didn't realize, howling all the way.

"Stop!"

A figure blocked his way. He still rushed forward frantically.

"Stop!"

The figure blocked his way, and a powerful force pushed him back.

Feng Nian'en staggered back two steps, unable to maintain his balance, and fell to the ground. But his mind remained confused; he frantically shouted, "No! No! I don't want to..."

What don't you want?

Looking at that contorted, pained face, Ruoya's calm voice was filled with confusion. What exactly was wrong with this vampire who had just experienced the Embrace?

"I don't want forever, I don't want it! I don't want it..."

"Not forever?" A strange expression appeared on Ruoya's pure face. "What human doesn't want forever?"

Her voice was low, as if she were talking to herself.

Feng Nian'en continued to wail, covering her face with her hands, repeatedly shouting "No!"

A huge bat flew out from the depths of the corridor, landed on the stair railing, and flapped its wings a few times.

"Is the prince summoning me?"

The bat nodded, its gaze shifting to the floor.

"Including this person?"

The bat nodded again and flapped its wings rapidly a few times.

"I understand, I'll take him there right away."

The bat cooed and flapped its wings, flying deeper into the corridor.

"stand up!"

Ruoya effortlessly pulled Feng Nian'en up from the floor.

"No……"

Feng Nian'en wailed, but before he could utter another sound, Ruoya's right fist struck his heart. A sharp pain instantly pierced his dazed thoughts, and he looked up to see a woman as smooth and pure as a porcelain doll.

"Who are you?"

"Waka, you can call me Waka. For the time being, I will temporarily take over the role of your elder brother, Soga, in teaching you."

"Where's Lan Ya?"

Thinking that it had been a long time since he had seen the vampire he first saw, Feng Nian'en panicked like a newborn bird searching for its mother.

“Your elder relative is Cangya. Lanya is only taking care of you temporarily. Don’t look for him anymore, or Cangya will be unhappy if he finds out.”

"Cangya? Changqin?"

Feng Nian'en stared blankly at the woman's porcelain-like face.

"Let's go."

Without answering his question, Ruoya pulled him forward.

After passing through a long corridor, Ruoya pushed open a black and silver curved door.

"Prince."

The man in the moon-white robe turned around, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "You've come, Ruoya." He nodded to Feng Nian'en. "An unexpected member. Welcome to the vampire clan."

Feng Nian'en stared at him, bewildered, almost mesmerized by his gentle and refined demeanor. In that instant, he seemed to see angelic white wings behind the man. Was this person a vampire?

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. I’m sorry to bother you. I originally intended to leave him alone for a while, but I didn’t expect him to suddenly shout like that.”

“Ah, no, I should formally meet our new member as well.” The prince’s gaze turned to Feng Nian’en. “But why did you shout just now, boy?”

This question brought Feng Nian'en back to his painful thoughts. He licked his lips: "I don't know, I don't know why I lost my composure like that. But," his lips twitched numbly, "but I'm so scared, I don't want to live forever, I don't want to live forever, I don't want to..."

"Ah, no." The prince rested his hand on his chin, as if deep in thought. "There's nothing I can do about it, boy. For vampires, immortality is as natural as death for humans."

"No!"

"Ah, calm down, there's nothing to be afraid of. You'll find out later that we are superior to humans."

"No, I don't want to! I don't want to..."

“There’s nothing we can do, boy.” The prince patted his cheek. “Although you were an accident, you’re now one of us. Get used to your new role.”

It was a gentle, almost compassionate voice. Feng Nian'en looked at the prince's gentle lips and couldn't believe that such cruel words came from there. His body trembled violently, and his thin, short hair swayed in the air as his head moved.

"No, I want to be a human! I want to be a human being. I still have a father, and I still have to take care of him in his old age. I'm only twenty-two years old. I don't want to die, I don't want to..."

“You are not dead, boy. What died was merely a fragile human being; you are now powerful. You can still take care of your father among humans, for decades are no different from a second to us. You possess eternal youth and life, something that so many humans dream of but cannot attain.”

“I don’t want this…” Feng Nian’en choked out, “I don’t want any of this, I just want to be the same as before. I will grow old, I will die, I just want to be a human being. Please, Your Highness, let me be a human being, let me be a human being again.”

The prince sighed and looked at Ruoya: "This is the first time I've seen someone leave the vampire clan so soon after joining."

"Yes, it's my first time, my very first time..."

"There's a hint of sadness in your voice, Wakaga. Does it remind you of something unpleasant?"

Ruoya lowered her eyes and whispered, "No, Your Highness. Nothing unpleasant happened. But what about him?"

The prince looked at Feng Nian'en, who was in distress, and frowned slightly: "Take him away first, and we'll talk about it again in a couple of days when he's calmed down."

"Then we won't bother you any longer," she said, gracefully performing a standard curtsy, and led Feng Nian'en out through the black and silver wooden door.

Watching their retreating figures, the prince felt a headache coming on as he thought of Cangya, who was locked up in solitary confinement: "Look what trouble you've gotten yourself into, brat."

Chapter Two

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Feng Nian'en was dazed and confused as he was taken back to his room. The prince's gentle voice kept echoing in his ears: "You are not dead, boy. What died was just a fragile human being. You are strong now. Of course, you can still take care of your father among humans. Decades are no different from a second to us. You have eternal youth and life, which is something that so many humans dream of but cannot obtain."

Then came Lan Ya's crystal-clear words: "You possess endless lifespan and all the abilities that humans dream of, with no legal restrictions except for the Camarilla Treaty. Oh, of course! You must also respect our prince. In every respect, being a ghost is better than being a human."

Yes, being a vampire is indeed superior to being an ordinary human. But whenever Feng Nian'en thinks of eternity, a deep-seated fear rises within him. He has never experienced eternity, yet he fears it nonetheless.

This fear was a vague, hazy dread. These two simple Chinese characters always pulled him back to those three sunny days, the three deaths he faced in his life...