Capítulo 2: Thirst
The thirst that this repulsive creature talked about was already roiling deep inside Luan's throat and stomach. It hurt him even to acknowledge this craving's presence. So much so that his fangs had started to salivate a bit.
"Now you are just boring me," said the person before him while cleaning the invisible specks of dust from the shoulder of his black suit. This person looked like a CEO who had just stepped out of his limo to throw a few pennies at the bloodied beggar before him.
Black shades (in such darkness!?), jet black hair (but light grey on the temple), 5 ft 11-inch height, sharp jawline with a well-shaved striking face. And to add to it all, a pretty mean physique any woman would lust for. He looked really out of place in this alley, where only dimly lit lamps and a dumpster were decorating the space. It seemed like 2-3 rats had died there not long ago. Yet nobody cared enough to clean this low-life alley. And somehow, the new being 'Luan' had to land here.
Yet the appearance of this sophisticated man didn't faze him a bit! On the contrary, his instinct was shouting at him, 'This is the first time anybody has treated me like filth'.
"Talk to me like this again, and I will tear you into tiny pieces."
These were the first words Luan growled through his fangs after being transmigrated to this life.
"Oh really!" Without showing emotion, the arrogant person in front of Luan took two slow, threatening steps toward him…
WHAM!!!
A slap so powerful that Luan's face whacked, and he fell on his fours again. This slap felt like the mountain had its backing. After becoming the receiving end of the slap, more astonishment and rage battled through Luan's veins. Obviously, along with the life-threatening thirst already ravaging a war there.
"Novice, I have been here for 5000 years. Trust me when I say I can discipline you in 50,000 slow, deliberate, and tortuous ways. You would have wished I kept to myself," said this formidable man in a deep and alluring voice.
"I am Samael. Your creator, your master, and your mentor. And within and outside your new brethren, you will show me respect without fail. Until. Your. Very. Demise."
His voice became darker and deeper with each word, like a never-ending pit. Although he did not shout, the menace in his words could give nightmares to anyone hearing them.
But Luan was not just anyone. Keeping his predicament and temper in check, he bit back his threatening words to make a nonchalant remark that was not so convincing.
"Apologies, I did not know you were so ancient. Otherwise, I always show respect to old people," he growled in a low and hoarse voice while his fangs retreated automatically.
"…"
Samael's eyebrow went up ever-so-slightly above his shades. So slightly that Luan didn't even notice them.
His new self-proclaimed mentor was impressed. Lesser souls in such situations have always only begged him to put an end to their thirst. Samael knew that the guy in front of him was in massive pain, but he still had the wits about him.
It was undeniably impressive.
Yet, not betraying his thoughts, he only commanded, "If you do not want to wither away slowly in this alley, be respectful and obey every word. Otherwise, I won't give a second thought to abandoning you here alone to die."
While Luan did desire to put this arrogant creature six feet under the ground, his desire not to die within 15 minutes of transmigration was even greater.
He stood up again and looked straight at the face of his so-called mentor.
"What do you want me to do?" he growled through his dry throat, weak stomach, and powerfully boiling anger in his core.
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Samael did not say another word but turned around and started walking away.
'I guess it is given; I would follow this rude oldie now,' thought Luan and started following him with steps determined to find which world he had landed in.
After crossing 5-6 blocks, they came to a black Bentley Flying Spur parked outside the alley. All this time, his new mentor didn't even spare Luan a glance. A driver came out and opened the door for Samael. Luan waited for the same treatment, but the driver ignored him and entered the front seat. Luan waited for 10 seconds and then, discarding his annoyance and suspicions got into the other side of the car.
They rode through the strange place in complete silence, where Luan had landed just a few minutes earlier. It seemed like a soulless place, full of towers yet bereft of spirits.
While Samael stayed silent beside him (yet wearing his shades), Luan used this opportunity to reflect upon his situation. He had just landed in this weird world and was already at the mercy of this self-proclaimed "mentor" for his survival. As a cherry on top, he was also in a very uncomfortable situation where his new body was signalling that everything apart from his massively dry throat was insignificant.
Until now, he could make sense of only two things:
- He has transmigrated into the body of a guy named 'Luan'.
- Luan might have died at the hands of his new mentor.
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After 20 minutes of driving, they stopped at an inconspicuous wooden door in the middle of a brick wall. To an ordinary eye, this seemed like a back door to some shady place. Samael entered the door without a word, as it seemed natural that his new mentee would follow.
Luan still struggled to see whether the situation allowed him to leave alone. He couldn't remember his past life and was confused about his new identity. But he knew one thing for sure; he couldn't lose this new life without making coherent sense of who he was before landing in Luan's body.
Also, his breath became more and more ragged with every passing minute, and desperation was prickling on his nerves. So, after 3-4 minutes of considering it, he followed.
Inside the door was a small red and black office. The red colour flashed vividly before his eyes, and he had to blink several times to adjust his vision. This medium-sized office had a wide wooden desk with his "mentor" sitting right behind it and a plush leather sofa stationed against the wall.
Two people were already sitting on that sofa.
The man amongst the two spoke first. His voice was as heavy as his bulky body. "So, you are finally here," he said, sizing up Luan with a cold, calculated gaze. "We have been waiting for you."
The woman, too, glanced at him wickedly.
"You're looking quite the catch, Luan," she said, winking at his blood-soaked shirt.
The man's and woman's eyes were fiery red, and their demeanour was dangerous. Yet, so far, they seemed only to annoy Luan. Relentlessly falling into the void and having their lifetime of memories erased would do that to a person, especially when he has been given back life to figure out.
'Good, everyone here is cocky and absolutely of no help,' he thought while struggling to keep his ravaging thirst and anger in check.
Samael spoke up from the other end, his hands folded under his chin. "As you have gladly decided to live, I have a first mission for you. You need to drink the blood of your first human."
"But with their consent," chimed in the woman, looking at him with some strange interest and familiarity.
"Within 2 hours of your transformation," added the man.
"Or you would wither and die," finished Samael with a neutral look on his dashing face.
'Oh!' thought Luan.
While it was a life-and-death situation for Luan, they casually threw this fact at him. Strangely, Luan liked this environment amongst his "brethren."
"Seeing that 45 minutes have already gone by since you were bitten, you have the full 75 minutes in your hand," Samael informed him in an even voice while opening a file in front of him, "But please, feel free to relax and make yourself at home."
Luan now knew that he had been dismissed.
His breath sped up a notch at the excitement of the task and the thirst that had defined his entire being. At this point, the woman might have felt an irresistible need to comfort him. Because she stood up, thus helpfully showcasing her wonderfully toned pair of milky white legs beneath her little black dress. While also bringing her waist-length, flowy red hair to one side of the neck.
"Don't worry! It is quite simple. The only difficulty is controlling yourself amidst humans while suffering from this thirst. Plus, getting the consent within the given time limit," she said as if remembering her own time. Comfortingly, she added, "My tip would be to blend in, target your prey, play with words, or give the person what he or she desires the most. Easy-peasy!"
'Not so easy,' Luan's taunted her in his mind.
The man felt the need to stand up, too. This did him well, as he was at least 6 feet tall, almost as tall as Luan.
"Get to work, newbie. Change and go through the next set of doors on the left." He threw a pair of shiny black pants and a shirt at Luan's face, which Luan had noticed earlier lying beside him on the sofa.
"There you will reach our highly debaucherous club", breathed in the woman. "And if destiny wills your survival, you would find your first prey right there."
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