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The Blood Queen (DxD x MultiCross)

Author: StarWaves

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Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: A Bloody Escape

–Valerie–

"This is so messed up..." I muttered as the flood of memories crashed into my mind, merging with my own. Or maybe it was more accurate to say I was the new memories, slowly consuming the girl whose head I'd been crammed into. Her personality, her thoughts... all being overshadowed by me.

I felt like a bizarre mix of two totally different people, though it seemed like my past life's personality had won out. Which made sense. The girl whose mind I'd just taken over was only twenty, but mentally? She was still a child. She—no, I—had endured a cruel, depressing life. 

My new name? Valerie Tepes… A direct descendant of a famous historical figure who most people considered fictional.

I'm a borderline supernaturally beautiful girl, with a perfect figure, flawless pale skin, golden blonde hair, and these dazzling ruby-red eyes. 

Oh, and I'm no longer human…

It sounds so edgy, but it's the truth. I'm a creature of the night now—a vampire. A being that feeds on blood to survive. Which, if I'm being honest, is actually kind of kickass!

Well... half-vampire. A little less kickass, but still pretty good! Maybe even better, if those vampire books I devoured in my past life are anything to go by. If I can walk in sunlight, that'll be a huge perk.

So, on paper, that all doesn't sound too bad, right? Well, the bad part is coming.

I'm not just any half-vampire. I'm a slave. A prisoner. I've spent my entire life locked away in the castle dungeons, never seeing sunlight or the world beyond these rusting iron bars. And the worst part? My own family—my full-blooded vampire relatives—are the ones who did this to me.

Apparently, being half-vampire is a crime in this world. Of course, it is. Why would my Isekai life be easy? I wouldn't be the tragic main character if everything was sunshine and roses, right?

Oh, and magic cups. I have those too. But we'll get to that in a minute...

I never thought I'd actually end up in a real-life Isekai. And if I had, I'd have expected it to happen to a better person than me. I wasn't evil in my past life or anything, but I was definitely... kind of a bitch. I had my reasons for that, though. Let's just say my family wasn't much better than Valerie's and leave it at that. Now, I've got two lifetimes' worth of trauma to unpack.

Anyway, back to the magic cups!

In this life, I was born with a special power—something I never would've believed possible in my old, agnostic world. I can summon the Holy Grails.

Yes, Grails. As in plural

For some reason, there are three Holy Grails in this world, and they're all soul-bound to me. If I die, the Grails disappear and take forever to find a new host. At least, that's what I've gathered from my memories.

That's the only reason my vampire family didn't kill me at birth, like they always bragged they would have if I wasn't so "special." Valerie may not have learned much in her twenty years as a prisoner, but she learned this: most Dhampirs—half-breeds like me—don't live long. 

The Tepes clan loves forcing themselves on their human thralls, but they despise the results nine months later. Instead of taking responsibility for their own offspring, they simply kill them. If a Dhampir isn't executed at birth, the Tepes sometimes let the kids live a few years—just long enough to let hope blossom—before snuffing it out for their own sick pleasure. Why? Because the Tepes clan is the kind of evil you only hear about in stories, the kind you pray never crosses your path if you're a normal upstanding person.

I'm pretty sure that's what happened to the boy I considered to be my little brother, Gasper. He was a Dhampir too, locked away in the cell across from mine, but one day he just... disappeared. That was over a decade ago. He had cool magic powers, but I guess they weren't special enough for our family to keep him alive.

But me? I was too valuable to kill, thanks to my "special magic cup powers." Better than Gasper's time-stopping abilities, apparently.

So they kept me locked up in this dungeon for the first twenty years of my half-undead life, hoping they'd figure out how to exploit my power. Or better yet, find a way to extract the Grails from me without causing my death and having the legendary cups vanish in the process.

Luckily for me, my lovely vampire relatives hadn't made much progress. In fact, I'm pretty sure they hadn't made any progress over the last twenty years.

Twenty years... of being locked away in this godforsaken dungeon. It's no surprise Valerie had gone a little insane from the isolation and neglect. But if I stayed down here long enough, I'm sure it would catch up to me too. 

That's not the plan, though. I'm going to escape. And I'm going to do it soon. 

The only reason Valerie hadn't gone completely insane was, ironically, the same reason she was kept locked away in the first place—the magic cups.

Each of the three Holy Grails came with its own unique abilities, and I instinctively understood the powers of each one.

The first cup was bright gold, adorned with ruby-like gems that glowed deep red. This cup had the power to fill itself with blood—my blood. Anyone who drank from it would have their physical ailments miraculously cured. I wasn't quite sure of the limits yet. I'd already dubbed it the 'Healing Grail.'

Valerie had only ever used it on herself, drinking from the cup to heal the bruises left after one of her father or brother's frequent "visits" to the dungeon. Visits that consisted mostly of beatings. Why did they beat her? Because they were disgusting assholes, that's why. I wish there was a more complex explanation, but there wasn't.

The second Grail was the same shape as the first but looked vastly different. It was dark green, covered in pitch-black onyx-like gems. Its power was different too. This cup could summon a near unlimited supply of water, but not just any water. Holy Water–maybe the most pure Holy Water in existence. Surprisingly, the Holy Water didn't actually burn me when I touched it. Something in my gut told me that would not be the case for other Vampires. I dubbed this cup the "Blessed Grail."

The third cup was the strangest. Pitch black and covered in glowing white diamond-like gems. The liquid this cup summoned wasn't water or blood. The liquid was silvery and was reflective, like a mirror, except it didn't show my reflection. It showed dead people. People I could talk to and even learn from. I'd dubbed it the 'Resurrection Grail,' and it was the sole reason the previous me hadn't completely lost her mind. Dead people had been talking with me every couple days for most of my life. The cup allowed me to summon the souls of the dead, and in a twisted way, it became my lifeline in this isolated hell. 

"Aloha-mora!" I waved my hand in front of the heavy, locked steel door.

"No, no, no! You're saying the words all wrong, girl! You're not Hawaiian! It's Alohomora, not Aloha! Quit saying 'hello' in Hawaiian and actually try to escape!" a stern woman's voice echoed from the Resurrection Grail, scolding me.

"How do you even know what Hawaii is?" I muttered, exasperated. "You died in Britain over 1000 years ago!" I tried again, concentrating harder this time. 

"The afterlife is a big place, you meet people from all walks of death, girl," Rowena replied nonchalantly. 

"Alohomora! Dammit!" I'd been trying to get this spell working for over an hour at this point to no success. The Resurrection Grail allowed me to speak to the dead through their reflections in the cup. When I'd woken up in this new body and realized I stood no chance of escaping the dungeon on my own, I decided to use it to ask someone for help. So I asked the Grail to summon the soul of someone who could help me escape.

It answered with a dead witch by the name of Rowena Ravenclaw. Witches were also apparently a real thing in this world. Along with Dragons, fairies, Demons, Gods, and pretty much every other horrifying entity I could think of. 

I asked Rowena how a dead witch was supposed to help me pull a prison break? She offered to teach me some actual magic. Of course I immediately accepted. According to Rowena, she'd been one of the founders of a magic school in Britain somewhere around the year 1000 AD. A school that impressively still stood to this day, although it was currently "a pathetic imitation of the once glorious magical institution it had been in its prime!"

Those were her words…

Since the school she founded was now a joke, Rowena had a wealth of knowledge about magic and was more than eager to pass it to someone more worthy. Since she was dead, she couldn't find anyone worthy though "so she decided to settle on me…"

Those were also her words… 

"I said the spell correctly this time. What am I missing?" I asked, leaning closer to the cup's reflective surface. This was supposed to be an easy unlocking spell that was taught to 11 year olds in their first years at Rowena's school. Did I agree that teaching 11 year old children a spell that could unlock pretty much any non-magic lock in existence was a good idea? Not really, but that wasn't my problem. 

Rowena's face appeared in the reflection. For someone from a time period when people bathed only once every few months, Rowena was surprisingly beautiful. Or maybe it was because she was a witch? Or maybe souls just looked better in death than they did in life—I didn't have anyone else to compare her to yet.

Before our souls merged, the old me had never really figured out how the Grails actually worked. It wasn't because she was stupid. She just hadn't been given a chance at a proper education. Obviously, her bastard father and her sadistic brother weren't about to let her get smarter under their watch. 

The last thing they wanted was for her to start thinking up escape plans. Exactly what I was doing...

Rowena's brow furrowed as she considered where I might be going wrong. "It's not that you don't have any magic, otherwise we wouldn't even be talking…" she muttered. "Maybe you're not using the right medium?"

"Medium?" I asked curiously.

Her reflection in the water nodded at me. "All magic requires a proper medium to cast. Some mages use wands or staffs, while others channel magic through their own bodies. I thought you might be able to do the same, but it seems that's not the case. Since you're a Dhampir, you may need a different method to focus your magic," the ancient witch explained. "But it shouldn't be too hard to figure out."

"Blood?" I guessed. "Do I need to cut myself to cast spells properly?"

Rowena nodded thoughtfully. "I suspect so, at least until you get a proper wand filled with your own blood to act as the core..."

I raised my thumb to my lips, ready to bite with my fangs. "No time like the present to find out," I said, but Rowena quickly stopped me.

"Wait! We don't have much time, and you won't be able to summon me again for a few days. Let me teach you some combat spells before our time is up. Remember, as a Dhampir, your magic reserves are likely tied to how much blood you've consumed recently."

I realized I wouldn't be able to cast many spells without quickly exhausting myself. I only received half a cup of pig's blood each week. I focused on properly learning the incantations as she taught me spells on how to conjure fire, summon water, and even cast a spell that caused small explosions. The last one sounded especially exciting—I'd just need to avoid accidentally getting caught in the blasts.

Rowena looked at me with a sad expression. "We're out of time, my strange student. Good luck with your escape. If you survive, summon me again in three days and I'll teach you more." Her image faded from the cup, and the Resurrection Grail dissolved into glowing sparks that flew back into my chest. I could feel that it wouldn't be usable again for a few days.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The vampire thralls wouldn't let me stroll out of the dungeon without a fight, but this was the best shot I'd ever have to escape.

Earlier, I overheard them gossiping. My relatives, along with the strongest members of the Tepes Clan, were out of the castle. They were attending some kind of power show-off meeting with a rival vampire clan that controlled the other half of Romania. It was a rare chance, and I knew I had to take it.

Only the thralls were left as guards. I didn't completely get what a thrall was, but based on what I knew from my last life, they were basically mind-controlled humans—both food and slaves at the same time. A part of me felt bad about what I might have to do to them. I'd probably hurt some of them, maybe even kill. Even if I didn't, my relatives would probably kill them all once they realized I was gone.

I took another deep breath. So be it.

This world had the potential to be incredible, but I also knew how harsh it could be if you weren't strong enough. I bit down on my thumb, wincing as blood started to flow from the puncture wounds. I raised my hand, now slick with blood, toward the steel door. "Alohomora!"

Rowena had been right. Blood was the key. The spell worked this time, and the door swung open with a loud creak. I'd only been outside this dungeon cell a few times in my life, and never because I wanted to. I poked my head out and looked around. The coast seemed clear.

I crept through the dirty dungeon hallways, doing my best to avoid looking into the other cells. I knew no one else was alive down here. The other cells were full of dried-up corpses—either unlucky humans or enemy vampires.

I quickly found the stairs and hurried up, my heart pounding in my chest. The heavy wooden doors at the top were locked, but another unlocking spell made them swing open with a loud creak. I almost stumbled. That second spell felt like it knocked the wind out of me. Rowena had been right—I barely had any magic left. I needed more blood if I wanted to cast another spell without collapsing... and preferably not pig's blood this time.

I had never tasted human blood in this life, but I'd smelled it plenty of times in the dungeon. I hated to admit it, but it smelled amazing.

"Hey! What are you doing out of your cell!?"

My heart stopped. A human thrall had just rounded the corner, his eyes locking onto me. He didn't look like a zombie or anything—there was intelligence behind his eyes—but I knew that didn't mean much. Thralls followed their vampire masters' orders without question.

"You're not escaping! Get back in your cell!" he barked, and before I could react, he started sprinting toward me. 

He was huge—maybe six-foot-five, towering over me by a full foot and probably weighing more than twice as much. There was no way I could fight him, especially since I barely knew how to throw a punch, let alone fight someone that big!

Panic surged through me. I raised my bloody hand as he closed the distance. This was going to suck. "Bombarda!" I shouted, casting the explosive spell Rowena had taught me.

A small missile of silvery magic shot from my palm. I stumbled as the last of my energy drained out of me. I placed my hands on my knees to stop myself from collapsing from exhaustion completely.

BOOM!

The explosion roared through the hall, and then... It started to rain indoors for some reason. 

Wait, no. Not rain. Why was it red?

I looked down at myself. My dirty rags were soaked in crimson. Blood. Human blood. I glanced at the body sprawled on the floor, the one my spell had hit. His chest was a mangled mess, a huge hole where his torso had been, guts spilling out onto the marble. It was a horrific sight, but instead of feeling disgusted... I felt something else. Fascinated. And hungry…

Without thinking, I brought my left hand to my lips and licked the blood off my fingers. My eyes widened, shock coursing through me, and I let out a soft moan of pure, unfiltered delight. My body responded instinctively—thighs clenching together in pleasure as an electric thrill ran through me. 

This was the best thing I'd ever tasted! 

Pig's blood didn't even come close. Even better, with every lick, I felt my strength returning. The exhaustion that had nearly overwhelmed me just moments ago was fading fast. I licked my hand clean, each drop of blood more delicious than the last, and when there was none left, I actually found myself whining. I wanted more…

But there was no time. I was still covered in human blood, but I couldn't just stand here licking myself clean. That explosion had been loud, way too loud. I had to move. 

I dashed around the corner the thrall had come from. He had to have been coming from somewhere—hopefully not the bathroom. I threw open another set of doors, relieved they weren't locked this time. Inside, two more thralls were staring at me in surprise. They were both pretty maids, their outfits ridiculously risqué, leaving little to the imagination.

Unlike the giant I had just blown apart, I figured I could probably take these two on without wasting any magic. My body was still buzzing from the blood I'd just consumed, but I wasn't sure how much more I could push myself without collapsing.

I was mentally preparing to fight when the maid on the left spoke up, her tone eerily calm, "Do you need something, mistress? A bath, perhaps?"

"Mistress...?" I repeated, blinking in confusion. Why was she calling me that?

"Would you prefer a different title, mistress?" she asked politely, as if I wasn't standing there drenched in blood.

And that's when it hit me—these maids didn't know who I was. Not all the thralls worked in the dungeons, and these two definitely weren't part of that crowd. Most of the human servants here probably had no idea I even existed. They just assumed I was a regular vampire member of the Tepes Clan. I forced myself to stay calm, steadying my voice as I answered.

"Actually, I have some important business to attend to. I need to leave the castle immediately." I said convincingly. 

"Of course, mistress," the maid replied, not batting an eye. "We can have a car brought around to the front for you, although it is still the middle of the day. Would you prefer to use the teleportation room to avoid the sun?"

Wait—teleportation room? Vampires could teleport? Of course, they could... 

I wasn't going to question my luck. If there was a way to get out of Romania right now, I'd take it. "Yes, please escort me to the teleportation room," I said, trying to sound as regal as possible.

"Of course, mistress!" the maid smiled warmly. "Please follow me." She led me deeper into the castle. More thrall servants passed us in the halls, none so much as batted an eye at my bloody appearance. My theory was right, only the dungeon thralls would attack me on sight, and at this point we were far away from the dungeons. Hopefully I'd be long gone before they could alert the other thralls.

XXX

Welcome to another new story! I hope you all have a bloody good time reading it! 

*Crickets…*

Meh, they can't all be winners.


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Chapter 2: chapter 2

Chapter 2: New Town

–Valerie–

"How does this teleportation thing work, anyway?" I asked the maid as we walked briskly down the castle hallway.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I don't know. I'm just a lowly maid, here to serve at your pleasure." She paused and brushed her long hair away from her neck. "Would you like to drink from me, Mistress?"

My eyes locked onto the pale skin of her neck, and I swallowed hard, staring at the blue veins just beneath the surface. I leaned in slightly, inhaling. Had humans always smelled this good? 

Maybe just a little taste wouldn't hurt?

…No! I couldn't do that now. The truth was, the last time I drank blood, it had been so delicious I didn't know if I'd be able to stop. And I couldn't afford to lose control now—not when I was so close to my goal.

"Maybe later, when I get back," I lied while forcing a smile.

She shrugged. "Of course, Mistress. The teleportation room is just down this hall." She pointed ahead.

I let out a sigh of relief. I was so close to escaping this hellish castle. I could practically taste freedom. But just as the excitement started to build, it suddenly came crashing down!

"Hey! Someone stop her! She's an escaped prisoner!" A thrall came running from behind us, shouting and pointing. I recognized him as one of the dungeon guards. And worse—he was holding an assault rifle!

"Shit! Come on!" I reached for the maid's hand to pull her along, but pain shot through my palm. "What the—" 

I yanked my hand back, blood dripping from a fresh cut. The maid glared at me, a knife in her hand. How the hell had she hidden a knife in that skimpy outfit? 

"Why the hell are the Tepes vampires arming their slaves?!" I hissed, clutching my bleeding hand. I didn't have time to think about how ridiculous this all was because the thrall behind us had already started shooting.

"Die, intruder!" The maid's angry snarl was cut short as a bullet struck her in the neck. Like a puppet with its strings cut, she slumped to the floor, completely unmoving. 

My eyes widened in shock, but I didn't have time to process what had just happened. I bolted toward the door at the end of the hall as bullets whizzed past me. Luckily, the thrall was a terrible shot. He hit everything but me. 

"You will not escape, prisoner!" the thrall screamed once his magazine ran out of bullets. I could hear his heavy boots start thumping on the floor as he chased after me.

"Fuck you!" I yelled over my shoulder. I threw open the heavy wooden doors and stumbled inside, slamming them shut behind me. The lock clicked into place, and the doors glowed blue for a second. "What the hell?"

"The doors are enchanted with magic, young dhampir." 

I spun around to see an old man standing calmly in the center of the room. The only thing that seemed out of place was the massive teleportation circle etched into the stone floor beneath him.

"Who are you?" I asked, my heart still hammering in my chest. Would he try to kill me too? At least with the fresh blood dripping from my hand, casting spells wouldn't be a problem. But something told me not to use magic just yet. There was something… off about him. This thrall was dressed oddly—like, full-on wizard cosplay with a pointed hat and robes that made him look straight out of Lord of the Rings. Like Gandalf, but creepier.

The old man was surprisingly calm, given the chaos outside. "I am Ethaniel, young dhampir," he said in a polite, almost bored tone. "An old magician who has served the Tepes clan for decades. I manage the teleportation circle, since most vampires lack the magic to use it themselves." He tilted his head, glancing at the door. "I heard shouting and gunfire. Is everything alright?"

Bang! The pounding on the door grew more violent. Whoever was on the other side wasn't giving up anytime soon, but the enchantments held strong—for now.

I flinched but forced a smile, trying to sound casual. "Oh, that? Just… uh, ignore it. Everything's fine out there."

Ethaniel chuckled softly. "I think we both know that's not true," he said, pausing before shrugging as if it didn't matter. "Then again, it's not really my problem. I'm only contracted to keep this teleportation room operational."

"What kind of thrall are you?" I blurted out, suddenly realizing something. This guy had been calling me a dhampir this whole time! He knew I wasn't a full vampire with a single glance!

He raised an amused eyebrow at me. "Me? A thrall? Of course not." He waved a hand dismissively. "I am simply a contracted magician. One who, unfortunately, made the mistake of making a pact with a certain Devil a few decades ago." He sighed, almost wistful. "I didn't read the fine print. That Devil claimed my soul and, after growing bored of tormenting me for a few years, sold me off to the Tepes Clan. I've been stuck here ever since. Only King Tepes or one of his direct descendants can free me from the contract... but that will never happen. I've accepted my lot in life."

I blinked at him. "Umm... King Tepes is my father."

The old magician's eyes widened in shock, his calm demeanor slipping for the first time. "Truly? And you're STILL alive despite being a dhampir!?"

"There were... circumstances I don't want to talk about." No way was I telling him about the Holy Grails. Those were way too valuable to spill to some guy I'd just met. 

"We're all entitled to our secrets," he said with a knowing nod. I noticed how he still didn't mention which Devil he'd sold his soul to.

Surprisingly, the fact that devils were real didn't even phase me at this point…

"Look, I'm trying to escape," I said, flinching as the pounding on the door grew louder. It sounded like the thralls were hitting it with something heavy now, and I could see the wood starting to splinter, the enchantments keeping it sealed were starting to fail. "Help me get out of here, and I'll agree to free you!" I blurted out!

His eyes flickered with interest, and he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "You'd do that? A bold offer…Princess." He said the word with a chuckle, because technically I was a vampire princess–despite how fucking cringe that sounded. "But if I help you, you'd better keep your word. I've been stuck in this wretched castle for far too long," he complained.

I could feel my anger boiling over. He was trying to act like we were on the same level, like his years of imprisonment compared to what I'd been through! "I've been stuck here my whole life!" I snapped. "I've never even gotten to see what the sun looks like!" Not in this life, at least. 

Ethaniel's smug smile faltered for a moment, and I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—sympathy? It was hard to tell, but it didn't matter. The door wasn't going to hold much longer. "Alright," his voice got a bit quieter. "You've got a deal. Step into the circle. Where do you want me to send you?"

I stepped into the circle and thought for a second before speaking. "Can you send me to Britain?"

That's where Rowena was from, and it might be my best shot at getting my own wand. Plus, the only languages I knew were Romanian and English. Getting dropped in a country where I couldn't even communicate? Not ideal.

"You got it, princess," Ethaniel replied, as the teleportation circle beneath me lit up with a bright green glow. "You'll be gone in ten seconds." He looked at me expectantly, as if waiting to see if I'd really keep my word.

I smiled, letting out a genuine sigh of relief. "Thank you, Ethaniel. As the daughter of King Tepes, I release you from your contract. You are free." 

His eyes widened for a moment before a wild, almost manic grin spread across his face. "Finally!" he shouted, a mad gleam dancing in his eyes. "You won't have to worry about any vampires chasing you for a while, princess! I'm going to destroy the teleportation circle and burn this damn castle to the ground while they're all away!" He cackled, his laughter filled with a crazed sense of victory. "Finally free!"

I barely had time to process his words before the scenery around me shifted. One moment, I was in the Tepes castle, the next, I found myself standing in some old, abandoned warehouse. Dust coated everything, and cobwebs draped from the rafters. Golden light seeped through cracks in the boarded-up windows.

Tears stung at my eyes as I looked at that golden light. It was real sunlight! My heart pounded with excitement as I sprinted toward the warehouse doors, eager to get outside. They were locked, but that didn't matter. A quick Alohomora spell had the chains clattering to the floor, and I shoved the rusty doors apart with all my strength.

A huge smile spread across my face as I stepped into the light, feeling the warmth of the sun wash over me. I wasn't burning! I wasn't turning to ash! Dhampirs really could survive in sunlight. The sheer joy of it made me want to stand there forever, just soaking it in, something I'd only dreamed of until now.

But reality kicked in, pulling me back. I couldn't linger here. I glanced back at the warehouse and spotted a teleportation circle carved into the concrete floor, similar to the one back in the Tepes mansion. My chest tightened. This rundown warehouse was likely owned by my clan, which meant I wasn't safe yet. It was broad daylight, but that didn't mean there weren't vampires lurking around.

I needed to get out of here, just in case.

I looked around. The streets were deserted, and all the buildings nearby were boarded up, giving the area a ghost-town vibe. Lucky for me at the moment. I had to be careful about being seen by anyone. I was wearing rags that were caked in blood and looked like I just killed someone–which I had to be fair. 

I needed a bath and a new outfit as soon as possible…

Now then, where on earth was I supposed to find either of those things? Sure, I could give myself a shower with the Aguamenti spell Rowena had taught me, but I really didn't want to waste my tiny bit of remaining magic reserves on something like that. 

First things first, I had to figure out where in Britain I was. I thought it was London, but I couldn't be sure. I picked an empty road and started walking. The gravel felt weird under my bare feet, a little uncomfortable, but there wasn't much I could do about it.

I'd been walking for about five minutes when I saw the first sign of civilization. A small group of homeless men were slumped against the side of a dirty brick building. They didn't even look at me as I walked up to them.

Actually, they weren't really looking at anything. I waved my hand in front of their faces to see if they were even awake. They weren't. Then I saw why. There were needles and syringes scattered all over the ground next to them. These guys were totally out of it, tripping hard as balls.

All the better for me, I guess.

I hesitated for a second before rummaging through their stuff, looking for the least gross clothes I could find. Not exactly a lot of options, but I grabbed some baggy sweatpants and a gray jacket that didn't smell too awful. I even found a pair of shoes—just a little too big, but they'd do.

Now I just looked like a homeless girl. Which, unfortunately, was a massive upgrade from how I'd looked earlier…

I glanced back at the stoned out guys one last time. They were still sitting there, staring into space, not even blinking. They had no idea what was going on around them.

Would they even notice if I... took a little drink?

I bit my lip in indecision. I didn't want to hurt anyone innocent, but I was literally starving after 20 years of nothing but pig blood! 

I didn't want to be a monster—but wasn't I already half of one?

I made up my mind. I'd only take a little blood from each of them. Spread it out so none of them would lose too much. If I went too far, I could always use my Healing Grail to fix them up after. Provided I didn't accidentally kill any of them.

I crouched down in front of the first guy and leaned in close to his neck. I opened my mouth wide, and bit down!

His body jerked a little when my fangs first pierced his skin, but after that, he stayed still. The moment the blood hit my tongue, I had to stifle a moan. It wasn't as incredibly orgasmic as I remembered—probably because of all the drugs in this guy's system tainting the blood—but it was still exactly what I needed. I drank a few deep gulps before forcing myself to stop and pull away!

His heartbeat had slowed slightly, and he looked a little paler, but overall he seemed okay. If anything, him being a druggie probably saved his life. I wasn't sure I could've stopped myself if that had been a regular person I was drinking from. I'd have to remember that for the future.

I glanced down at my new jacket, relieved to see that I hadn't spilled any blood on it. That would've been just my luck. I made sure to carefully drink from the next two men as well, not spilling a drop. Neither of them reacted when my fangs sunk into their necks. I drank the same amount from both of them as I had from the first guy. 

When I finished and wiped my lips, I felt a weird sense of pride. None of them were dead, and I didn't need to waste any of my magic healing them. I grabbed a few more paper towels and wiped the rest of the blood off my face. My hair was still a disaster, but I pulled the hood up and figured it would do for now.

I didn't feel full—I'd basically been blood-starved my whole life—but I was sated enough to move on. Plus, my energy was back. I could cast at least a few dozen spells before tiring. 

"Time to go," I muttered to myself as I stood up and started walking again. This time, I followed the sounds of the city. The farther I went, the more obvious it became that I was in London. I stuck to the sidewalk, head down, blending in as much as possible. Looking like a homeless girl had its perks—most people just avoided me.

As I walked, I mentally ticked off a list of things I needed. First: a bath. Second: some proper clothes. Third: shelter for the night. I hadn't slept in bed in 20 years, that needed to be rectified!

All those things required money. Which, of course, I didn't have.

"I wonder..." I mused as I passed by a bank. An ATM sat right out front, and no one was using it. "Could it really be that easy…?" I asked myself. I approached the machine and raised my thumb to my mouth, biting down. "Alohomora!" I whispered, casting the spell.

There was a soft click as the industrial lock on the ATM popped open. No alarms. Nothing. Holy shit it WAS that easy! Magic was pure bullshit and I absolutely loved it!

Heart racing, I stepped closer to the machine, using my oversized clothes to hide what I was doing. I slowly opened the small hinge door, and my eyes widened at what I saw. There was a large stack of bills inside the machine. Nearly a foot tall! 

I didn't know how much money it was, but it was a lot.

I quickly stuffed my jacket pockets full of cash and bolted back into the crowd. The whole thing took less than 30 seconds. Even if someone had seen me, they wouldn't have had time to react.

There was still plenty of money left in the ATM, but I didn't need to get greedy. Besides, I could always do this again if I ran out, right? Next time, though, I'd be smarter—maybe rob a bank at night when there were fewer witnesses.

"Now I just need to find a hotel that takes cash," I muttered with a happy grin. 

Things were starting to look up for me. That turned out to be easier than I thought as well. A few blocks away from the bank, I found a small, rundown hotel right off the street. The woman behind the counter gave me a suspicious look, eyeing my oversized clothes and hood, but her expression quickly changed when I slapped a stack of bills on the counter—around 500 pounds. The sign behind her said rooms were 100 a night, way cheaper than I'd expected it to be. Then again, this place was kind of a dump.

"I need a room for three days. Keep the change." I told her while keeping my head down. Maybe I was being more paranoid than I needed to be, but I didn't need any questions about why my eyes were bright red.

Her own brown eyes lit up as she plastered on a huge fake smile. "Certainly, miss! Enjoy your stay, and if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask me!" Yeah, she was definitely hoping for more big tips from me. 

I grabbed the metal key she handed me and headed up to room 203. Once inside, I wasted no time heading straight for the bathroom. It took me over an hour to scrub all the blood off. The water turned cold halfway through, but I didn't care. Weirdly, the cold didn't bother me much anymore—probably one of those vampire perks.

When I finally finished, I dried off with a towel and smirked at my reflection in the mirror. Growing up in a dungeon, baths were a rare luxury. If I was lucky, they let me clean up once a month. 

But now? I could enjoy it as much as I wanted. And damn, I had to admit—vampire genetics did me well. I had a perfect hourglass figure, perky C-cup breasts, and an ass someone could bounce a coin off of. Considering I'd been practically starved for most of my life, it was almost ridiculous how perfectly filled out I was. Guess I really was just built different in this life.

I really didn't want to put those grimy, homeless clothes back on now that I was finally clean, but they were all I had. With a sigh, I slipped them back on, the fabric feeling even worse against my freshly scrubbed skin. 

Fortunately, with my pockets full of cash, it was time to go out and do some proper shopping! 

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