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.
Clear liquid sprayed the alley as the man fell to the ground. A trail of dark red blood funneled from the body until it withered.
The blood drained into a sphere and floated in the air in front of Lesha. I stepped forward to inspect the blood ball and kicked the dry husk out of the way before coming close to the blob.
It was hard to describe, there was nothing like it in this world. The blood didn't stay in a perfect sphere, instead, it undulated and seemed to rotate in the air.
The smell was of blood, but it was not sweet and succulent. No, it was the irony kind that I would have normally thought typical of blood. It was nothing like the cherry sweet nectar I had silk over my tongue.
'Absorb the blood, pull it into your body. While stored, you can use it as a catalyst for your blood Services you will gain.' -Drania.
I focused on the moving sphere, and at first, there was nothing. Then, I felt the power floating in front of me, begging to be taken in.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the blood and the power it possessed. Then I felt it press into my chest.
When I opened my eyes, the blood was gone. I looked over and Lesha's eyes were huge. She had a look of concern, not scared, and that was strange.
"Are you human? I mean are you one of them? The gods?" Lesha asked, coming closer, not backing away.
"I was a human about two hours ago, now… I don't really know. There is no good answer, but this is not the place to talk. If you would please come with me, my father's house is a short walk from here," I said, taking her by the hand to lead her.
"Your father? You are not married?" Lesha asked as we started to walk, holding on to my hand.
"Are you?" I shot back, turning to scowl as we walked.
Lesha turned her head and started to examine the poorly built houses. She was concentrating on the with rapt attention as we walked without saying anything.
Good start Kiada, she asks you a question, then you react like you're talking to an idiot man. I signed, but we were at my dad's shack, it was no exception from the rest of the houses crammed together.
There were nicer parts to the city, but this wasn't one of them. I had to lift the door to open it, but I hardly gave it effort, and I had to stop Lesha from opening the door for me.
I really hoped she wasn't going to act weird around my father. That was all I needed, I didn't want to deal with him going on.
"Ooo, who is this strapping young lady? Kiada is this your new...just kidding! Don't hurt me, oh violent daughter of mine!" My father said the second we walked into the house.
I could feel my face heat up and I glared at my father. The tall, heavy-built man was wearing a shop apron that still had metal shaving on it.
The apron and shavings were from his job at the smith's sharpening weapons. The man should be running the smith, not taking orders from the imbecile Gastbo, my father's boss and supposed Mastersmith.
My father's name was James, and he had dark black hair and a five o'clock shadow that he shaved off every morning at work with a fresh blade. He was one of the few good ones.
"This is Lesha, and she will be staying for supper," I said without giving many options in my tone, but my father just gave me an insufferable grin.
"Oh? Sure, I will have stew with bread ready in twenty. Leina stopped by and said to say hi, she brought the bread, they had some extra at the bakery," my father said as he stirred the pot.
Leina was the woman my dad was seeing. It wasn't that I didn't like her, but she was very prim.
I was not and she never forced me to try on dresses or anything like that. Though, she would always insinuate about me wearing something other than thick stockings and chain mail.
What was wrong with these things?
I waved Dad off and dragged Lesha by the hand up the stairs. I heard my father's little girlish titters, and I stormed the rest of the way.
I practically dragged Lesha up, but it was only two flights of stairs. So, she was able to stumble along. I finally let go of her hand and pointed at the open door.
Lesha went in without asking any questions or making a sound. Now that I think about it, she hadn't said anything since I had snapped at her about not being married.
Had I offended her?
'No, she is not allowed to speak to others unless you allow it.' Drania.
"Lesha, you can speak whenever you want, you do not need my permission," I said without hesitation.
"Thank you, I was wondering why I couldn't talk, but it was probably for the best," Lesha put a hand up to her face to cover a smile that was spreading.
'You can always put it back whenever you want, just saying.' -Drania.
"I don't want to know," I closed the door to my room and motioned for Lesha to sit on my bed since there was not a lot else to use as a chair.
"This is a cute place, and your father seems like a nice man," Lesha commented.
"Oh yes, he is too nice and that's the problem. My father is the best man I know, he is hardly appreciated for the work he does. That isn't saying a lot since the rest are idiots or my brothers, which are worse."
"You have brothers? Where are they all? What do you mean by worse?" Lesha asked curiously.
Great, of course, she was interested in my brothers. She was a beautiful girl, so I shouldn't be surprised.
I felt weird around this person, something stronger than the blood connection we shared. I wanted to get mad, but that wasn't the answer. I didn't know what I wanted, so not being civil was not being helpful.
"Yes, four of them, and they all have their place now, and they adventure together as a group," I said, trying not to sigh.
"They live together?" Lesha asked with a bit of surprise.
"Eat, breathe, and shit together. they have always been close, and I have always been the youngest sister that had to be weaker than them...sorry, I get worked up about them," I said turning my head.
Both of us sat quietly for a while longer, but Lesha broke the silence.
"What are we now? And how did you become like this?" She asked, looking up into my eyes.
What are we? I didn't know how to answer that question. I didn't know what I was.
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