I opened my eyes and then shut them right away. It should have been a mostly cloudy day with hardly any light.
It now felt like I was being blinded from the brightness. I placed a hand up to shield my eyes as I opened them again, but I was already to close them again.
Sensory overload assaulted me with a telescoping vision that pulled me back and forth. Every time I focused, my vision zoomed in close, to the point where I could see the most minor details in everything.
Looking at the grass was like peering into a bladed forest alive with insects, worms, and other things. I could count the pollen on a flower over fifty paces away.
I closed my eyes again and tried to focus. How did I get here?
I was just touching the Dungeon Core, and I got The Blood Servant System, but what does that mean?
I took off a gauntlet and reached to my back to feel where the lizard had dug its claws into me. I could feel the broken links, torn cloth, but smooth and icy skin.
I brought my hand forward, and then, I slowly opened my eyes. I tried concentrating only on my exposed hand, trying not to let my vision wander.
I shook off my other gauntlet and then slowly touched my hand. It was the same, ice-cold like I had been out in a storm.
Now I was really starting to get worried as I touched my face. I felt the same cold, but my hands were not pale or blue, and I felt excellent in the physical sense.
Mentally, something was slowly invading my mind. It was not the binocular vision or the coldness of my skin; it was more visceral than that.
It was a kind of hunger that was slowly surfacing and making itself felt in my mind, creating an emptiness inside of me and the need to fill it. It was something sweet, and then I started to feel colder.
What the hell was going on with me? I stumbled back into a wall and slid down it.
The hunger was almost like a whisper, but I had no idea what I was hungry for. It wasn't like I could even get up yet to do something about it.
I needed to fix my vision; that was first, hunger be damned! I was useless with my eyes in this state. I would be more than likely to trip on flat ground or walk into someone.
I closed my eyes again and concentrated; I just needed to calm myself down and get back to the house. My idiot father might know what to do about this.
Thankfully, my brothers had moved out; this weakness would have made me the target for their jokes. I opened my eyes again and got up, anger pumped the blood in my veins, and suddenly, I was able to see fine.
Now I was up, but the hunger was starting to get to me. It felt like a hole inside of my body that needed to be filled. I bent and picked up my gauntlets and started walking back to town.
I gave a brief glance back to the dungeon entrance, a gray stone archway with an oily barrier that stretched across the opening. That was when I felt around my person but soon stopped, letting my shoulders sag.
My weapon was gone, along with my shield, and I had very little in the way of saving. That stupid priest was carrying all the loot left behind by the monster.
He and the rest of them were now absorbed into the dungeon. That went the same for the rest of the things left behind, monsters, humans, and loot.
Each trip into a dungeon was different, and you could never meet another party while you were in there, but that didn't stop people from waiting outside of dungeons to rob parties leaving.
There were no rules to dungeons, and the law was lost without proof. When an attack like that would happen, the robbers would just throw the dead bodies back. Once they fell into the dungeon, they would be absorbed and never found.
It had only been six months since these structures, and the idiotic gods showed up. The war stopped, but it was traded for faction wars and guild turf battles.
I walked into my hometown, which had recently received a name change. It had been called Tiagelia, but that was changed to Healia, named after our very own Goddess.
Yes, in the flesh and as bright as a bag of hammers. For a Goddess, she was nice but almost too friendly. I was heading to my home that was only another five minutes of walking, but suddenly I froze.
There was something sweet and delicious in the air. I could smell it like I was next to the fruity scent, and it made me heat up inside, cutting some chill.
The hunger level multiplied, and that's when I heard the scream. I knew exactly where it came from. The echo came from around the corner and behind the house I was standing in front of.
The information from the smell translated into my mind outside of the fruity scent. Suddenly I was aware that something was going on, and it wasn't right.
I ran around the building to find a man holding a blade to a girl's throat while trying to hike her dress up from behind. That was when I saw it drip from her neck where the tip of the blade was pressed too hard.
Blood. Strawberry sweetness. The two thoughts bled together to mean the same.
The rage of emotions and feelings made me heat up inside even hotter. Whether it was the man trying to force himself on the woman or the hunger, my body moved on its own.
I was standing beside the man before his head could start moving.
'Eosinophil- Target Weakness, Red Cells- Increased strength, speed, reaction.' -Scratchy deep feminine voice.
I felt something burning inside of me, but it wasn't pain. A red spot appeared glowing on the side of the man's neck. I didn't hesitate. I rammed my fist into the man's neck.
The man dropped the knife from his shaking hand as he fell to the ground choking. His head turned slowly and looked into my eyes, and I watched them as he tried to gasp for air.
My hunger dove me to act without waiting, but this was too much power and speed. Yet, I only wanted to taste the single drop of blood that leaked down the blonde girl's neck was too much to handle.
The girl tried to turn around, but I pinned her to the wall. I wasn't in control anymore; the thirst for the strawberry nectar was too much.
I was pressing my body against her as she cried out softly. I had never been this close to a woman like this. I was becoming aroused as my breast pressed into her back.
I was so close now that I could almost taste it. I stretched my tongue out to taste what I wanted so bad and slid my tongue over the drop.
Instantly, I felt pain in my mouth as my teeth started to shift. I could feel the change, and my heart was racing at an uncontrollable rate.
What was I doing? I had just saved this girl so I could...but I couldn't stop now, I had tasted her sweet nectar.
"I'm sorry."
That was all I could whisper before opening my mouth and sinking my freshly grown fangs into her soft neck.
It all happened so slowly, but there was nothing I could do to stop the thirst. I had just tasted the red juice leaked out of the girl, and the flavor was like freshly picked strawberries.
I could feel her body tense as I pushed into hers. She didn't cry out again as she had with me before, making me relax some. I knew I was doing wrong, but I couldn't stop, and her not screaming for crying out helped.
The feeling of my teeth sliding into her neck was almost more than I could take. It was erotic in the sensation, causing me to involuntarily push my hips into her soft bottom.
Then I was hit with the rush of the hot nectar. Oh, the taste was like a silky thickness that leaked into my mouth as I drank deeply.
I could feel my body become more robust, like the blood was fuel to me. Then I was flung backward into a stone wall.
My body must have almost cracked the stone wall as I impacted, but I was not hurt. I was able to stand up without a problem.
It was as though I had merely slipped and had fallen gently. Then, I was smashed against the wall, again, but this time the blonde had her hands around my throat.
I could see from the strain of her muscles that she was clearly trying to kill me. I could barely feel her hands touching my neck, let alone any pressure.
Our eyes locked, and then the blonde's muscles started to contract. Her body started to sag, and her hands began to slip down.
When our eyes first met, hers were blood red. Now they were turning blue and becoming distant.
I reached forwards and gently caught the girl as she passed out on her feet. The blood I had taken from her must have made her very tired.
But now what? What do I do with this girl?
'Registering the first Blood Servant, Lesha Kresh. Service is Red cells: Physical buffing.' -Scratchy deep feminine voice.
Who was that voice?
'I am Drania, I am the System' -Drania.
And this person is Lesha?
*Internal Silence*
Not a big talker, but if I was going to have a voice in my head, I would prefer the solid and silent type.
I rubbed the back of my gauntlet on some exposed cloth while holding Lesha up with my other arm. I wanted to shine up the surface to use as a mirror.
Once I was finished, I held it up to my face. With my crystal clear telescoping vision, I quickly adjusted my eyes to see my face somewhat clearly.
Red eyes gazed back at me from my reflection. There was also a small line of blood that ran from my mouth and down my chin.
The line continued down my neck and disappeared into my cleavage. Uck, if I wiped at it, the mark will smear and look worse than it already does; great.
I turned the reflection back to my face and braced myself as I opened my mouth. Yep, two elongated and sharpened Canines.
They stuck past the rest of my top row of teeth. Somehow, they fit comfortably when I closed my mouth.
What was I becoming? Would I be seen as a freak of nature? Or hunted like the monsters in the dungeons?
Lesha moved in my arms and started to moan softly. That started making the tiny hairs stand up all over my body.
I pushed the feeling down and looked into her sky blue eyes as she opened them. Both of us stared at each other.
Our eyes locked, and I was getting lost in them; I had never seen eyes as beautiful as hers. Then Lesha suddenly pulled me close and started to lick.
I felt a spark in my veins as she ran her tongue along my skin. From the start of my cleavage, then moving up my neck.
I was frozen in shock, but only until she reached my chin. Then I shoved her away from me before she could go any farther.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was sure it burst through my chain mail vest. I looked at Lesha, who wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Lesha then looked down at her hand that was shaking with a scared look. What had just happened?
"Lesha, are you okay?"
"How...do you know my name?"
"It's tough to…."
"Did she tell you?"
"She? You can hear that old witch with a deep and gravelly voice?"
"Yes! I was worried I was going crazy, considering what just happened."
Lesha had a hopeful look, but it was still mixed with fear.
'Why would you call me a witch?' -Drania.
'I would have called you a bitch, but the witch was a guess. I just didn't want to be rude to her and on the subject of her. What did you do to her? That was you that made her lick my neck, wasn't it?'
"Lesha, I am sorry if this bitch made you do that. Give me a minute and get rid of that stupid male on the ground. However you please, I know what I did to you isn't alright, but what this scum was about to do…" I said to point at the man still clutching his throat.
"No, you saved me from getting raped by this scum. I was caught in a moment of weakness, but I am afraid that if the man would have completed it, I...I am a fighter."
Lesha took a deep breath to get her bearings and then continued.
I will take care of this one, but can you retake some of my blood? I am okay with what the old lady asked me; I was just still in shock from everything," Lesha said.
*THUMP, THUMP*
That request made the sound of her heart become the pound of a Calling Drum in my ears. Suddenly, my body became very hot, and the hunger encroached on my mind, pressing down to squash my will to resist.
'Call it to you with your mind.' -Drania.
*THUMP, THUMP*
I focused my hunger on the sound of the thundering heartbeats. The succulent smell of her sweet red fluid helped me target what I wanted.
As I focused, the twin holes on her softly suntanned skin began to leak blood. It flowed into a stream that ran through the air.
I pulled it to my mouth and drank deeply of Lesha's silk cherry blood that flowed into my mouth. Having it again so soon made me melt inside, and I had to stop myself from squeezing my thighs together.
It was over too soon for me, but Lesha's eyes burned like twin scarlet stars. She turned around and stood in front of the man that was only now getting back up.
The man looked like he was getting his confidence back, but he was still rubbing his throat as he reached down. The man had grabbed his knife and was about to lunge at Lesha but stopped as she faced him.
He dropped his knife and then pissed himself as he stood frozen in fear. I could feel the waves of anger roll off Lesha, generating a paralyzing presence of fear for the scum.
Suddenly, Lesha was a blur of motion, and the man's chest was ripped open. She had almost split him in two with a long sword she had drawn, and blood sprayed everywhere...or it should have.
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