Capítulo 10: Sire -L-
The class starts but the smell remains in my nose, haunting my thoughts as I work through the gruelling task of classwork. Everything I hear from the chattering of classmates to the scratching of pencils on papers begins to echo. Everything I see from the board with physics on it to my classmates talking begins to blur together.
I begin to see a faint red thread, linked to it a smell of iron, the sound of someone crying, the sight of bruises.
The taste of blood.
"LINDE! Pay attention!" I hear the shout of the teacher and I turn to see everything in outlines of grey, black and white. Only the humans have lines of red trailing around the inside of the outline.
I sigh.
"Sorry, sir." I reply.
I continue to work through the day and each class. All while seeing the red thread and the senses associated with it.
...
It's lunch time. I sit on a bench with the 'water' bottle from my bag and begin to drink.
I let out a sigh of relief. "Coffee really is the best." I smile and sit contently until the bell goes.
I stand up to leave.
Another appears. This one clearer than the last, the sight of a girl lying on the ground, one sitting by her while another stands looking with trembling hands, gritted teeth and a wild look in their eyes.
The smell is intoxicating, the scents of iron and calcium pierce the air.
I can hear the tremble and tears in a gentle voice, the hatred and fear in another's. The pleasure in the last...
I can feel my body heating, my blood starting to boil. My vision begins to tint a shade of, crimson.
I follow the thread.
Around the yard a half-kilometre long with lush green grass that I pay no mind. Along the smooth sky-blue tinted concrete path with nearly no cracks or breaks. Across an archaic birch bridge to the other side of a river and I walk behind a tree to see the scene in detail.
The boy with grey camo pants and a blue baseball cap with yellow stripes matching his blue t-shirt turns to see me while still grinning like a madman. The girl lying on the grass, faintly breathing has cuts showing on her wrists and shoulders with one stab wound near her heart. I can hear her heartbeat slow down by a fraction of a second.
I can see the girl next to her bawling her wavering bloodshot eyes to dehydration. Her legs covered by navy jean-shorts and black tights are shaking yet immovable.
I stare back at the blood flowing from the girl and feel my throat burn. I look to see the boy position himself before shouting something and running towards me.
As if it was an action reel, he moves slowly yet his face is shining and he wont stop smiling. It's as if he thinks he's top of the world.
I move to the side, stabilise myself and slam my knee into his stomach. His mouth wide open, his eyes blank white he collapses on the ground shivering. I look back at the girls to see the one lying down grin smugly and try to keep her eyes open. The one on the right is now sitting on her knees looking at the boy with a blank almost lifeless expression.
I walk over to the girl lying down to sit next to her.
"Why'd he do this." I ask.
"He asked for my race pill. I simply rejected him." The girl states with a tremble in her voice contrasting her stern blue eyes and smug grin.
"And? Did he get them?"
"Nope, I crushed it before he could. I didn't pick a race so I didn't expect to get a class instead." She states.
"Do you have a class?" I realise that I'm asking these questions by instinct and feel something's wrong.
She looks up to the purple and auburn sky. I follow her gaze to see the afternoon sky light up the area. "No." She responds such with a faint and weak voice I barely catch it.
I then know something's wrong with me. "Do you want to live?"
"..." She stays silent until...
"Yes. Yes I do." The moment I hear those words I take out my swiss army knife and slit my wrist. The girl sitting down seems shocked and freezes in place, shivering at the sight of more blood.
I put my wrist to the girl's mouth and say "Drink."
As she begins to drink her wounds begin to repeatedly scab and heal again and again until they close. Her skin begins to go from pale-white to a rosy red. Her eyes open with a deep crimson gaze.
I feel dizzy and my vision begins to blur while my hearing echoes. I hear something before I black out.
[Condition Fulfilled: Sire a Vampire before drinking human blood.]
...
[Evolution Requirements Fulfilled.]
...
[Evolution to Pure-Blood commencing.]
[Skills gained: 'Sire[Lv: --]', Do...]
...
I wake up to see the once auburn sky now a white ceiling. I find myself being watched by the girl who was once lying down. As I sit up to look around I see the equipment around and realise I'm in a white bed with bandages around my left arm and right leg.
"Oh, you woke up." I turn to see the owner of the voice to be the head nurse, Courtney Szewc.
What shocks me is the clock behind her.
---1:30PM---
It's only been an hour since lunch... and I missed the rest of it. Damn it, I was going to try to get some blood then. Now that I think about it, didn't the system say something about blood before I passed out?
'Status'
[Status:
Name: Linde Millhouse.
Level: 2
Race: Pure-Blood Vampire [Race Bonus: {+5} to Charisma, Dexterity, Strength | {-2} to HP & MP | {+3} Familia Slots, Passive and Usable stat points per level. | Aptitude Gained: Blood Magic.]
Titles: [One who did not choose | The First Vampire.]
Effects: [-95% Stats for 252,191,962 Seconds.]
Family: [Blood: 2] [Sired: 1] - {Revealed on Condition met: Sire a Vampire.}
HP: 4/4 [80] + {0}
MP: 4/4 [80] + {0}
Stats: # (True Number)
Strength: 12 [240]
Constitution: 7 [140]
Dexterity: 12 [240]
Intelligence: 7 [140]
Wisdom: 7 [140]
Charisma: 12 [240] {+20(Decreased Value) On condition: Race == Vampire.}
Stat Points: [5]
Skills:
Inventory[Lv: --][Capacity: [0/10]
Race Skills:
Blood Drain[Lv: 2] {Levels with User}, Dominate Vampire[Lv: 1], Sire[Lv: --], Manipulate Blood[Lv: 1]
Equipment:
None
Accessories:
None ]
What, the heck. Didn't news say that the there isn't a passive point gain until Level 5? Is Vampire broken?
Wait, Family, blood says... 2? Dad died, so, why does it say 2? I'm interrogating mom when I get back.
And... what are these skills. Why am I a different race? Why are so many things changing in my status!
'Pure-Blood Vampire'
[Vampire: Pure-Blood]
[A Vampire that has overcome their primal urge to drink blood, this Vampire archetype is extremely powerful and has the unique ability to make other Vampires as loyal to them as if they themselves had turned them.]
Isn't this overpowered. Wasn't the system supposed to hate me for being indecisive? Are you a damned TSUNDERE?
What the hell am I going to do now....
"Mistress." I turn to see the girl I turned looking at me with now emerald green eyes. Weren't they blue? Now that I look at her, she's quite short... wait isn't she one of the new kids from year one? This is bad.
She fidgets with her black skirt and chews on her blonde hair while looking at me. I see the obvious tears in her navy jacket and black shirt. If I think about it other than her hair she has a goth theme to he clothing, kind of matches the vampire theme.
"And? What do you need?" I ask to her expectant look.
She shrugs, "I don't know, I'm just waiting for orders..."
"What."
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