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54.23% Alita's Vampire: The Rise Of The Rejected Princess / Chapter 32: The Arrival of Lord Fairybug

Chương 32: The Arrival of Lord Fairybug

As Alita was about to delve into the details, a guard's voice echoed through the grand yard, "Lord Fairybug has arrived!"

The yard fell silent as Philippe entered. With him was a young boy, no older than fourteen seasons, his hands bound with rough rope. The boy walked ahead of Philippe, who pushed him forward with an air of disdain.

The king, resting against a tree moved towards Philippe. His voice, though calm, carried a note of impatience. "What kept you so long, Philippe? And why are you bringing a child before me?"

Philippe bowed slightly before responding, "This boy was caught trespassing, my king. I was in search of a fat togiculo for my beloved princess, but the creatures eluded me. I decided to lie in wait and must have dozed off. When I awoke, I found this little miscreant playing with my bow and arrows. I brought him here so you could grant me the authority to punish him."

The king's eyes narrowed as he listened. "An arrow was shot at my daughter today," he said, pointing to Bowen, the stoic guard standing beside Alita. "This guard blocked it."

Philippe's face fell slightly, disappointment flickering in his eyes. He couldn't understand why the loyal guard had to save the princess. If only the arrow had struck true... He quickly masked his emotions and exclaimed, "Oh no! Not my princess!" He walked briskly up to Alita, his face a mask of concern. "Are you alright, my lady?"

Alita ignored him, her eyes cold and distant. Philippe's pretentiousness had always grated on her nerves, and she had no intention of indulging him now.

Philippe, trying to maintain his composure, said, "She must still be upset about what happened."

The king glanced at Bowen, then back at Philippe. "Bowen did his duty, as expected. But this boy—what did he say for himself?"

Philippe pushed the boy forward roughly. "Speak, boy! Tell the king why you were trespassing."

The boy, trembling, looked up at the king with wide eyes but refused to talk.

The king turned to the lad, his voice filled with barely controlled fury. "Who are you, and why were you trespassing?"

The boy kept his gaze firmly on the ground, refusing to speak.

King Aric's eyes narrowed. "You dare ignore me after what you have done? You could have killed my daughter. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Still, the lad remained silent, his eyes fixed on the ground.

Anger flared in the king's eyes. "Lock him in the dungeon," he commanded, his voice icy. "Let him starve to death."

Four guards stepped forward, seizing the boy and dragging him toward the castle. The boy did not resist; he simply let them take him away.

"Father, that is too harsh a punishment for a lad," Alita interjected, her voice filled with concern.

King Aric raised his hand, silencing her. "Speak no more, Princess. I am being merciful. If he were older, I would have ordered his execution. An attempt to assassinate the princess is not a matter to be taken lightly."

Bowen, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. He understood the king's harshness. If it were up to him, he would have tortured the boy until he confessed, then drained him completely of his life force.

The king turned his attention back to Alita. "You were saying something about Philippe wanting to kill you?"

Philippe's eyes widened in feigned shock. "By the hermit's ears! Why would I hurt a beauty like you?"

Alita rolled her eyes. "I thought he was the one who shot the arrow."

King Aric shook his head. "Now you know it was not him but that foolish child. This new generation lacks manners and common sense."

"He is just a boy, Father," Alita insisted.

"A boy that could wield a bow and arrow and then point it at the princess in an attempt to kill her is not an ordinary boy," the king blew a perplexed exhale and continued, "On this matter, I will not change my mind," King Aric replied firmly. He turned to a guard and instructed, "Prepare the togiculo; we are returning to the palace."

Bowen stepped forward. "I need to leave now, my princess," he said, his voice strained. The matter with the princess was resolved, but his own predicament was becoming dire. He could feel his hunger growing, and it was a miracle he had not yet lost his fairy form. The effort to maintain it was draining the last of his energy.

Alita, noticing the hunger on Bowen's face but mistaking it for pain, nodded. "Yes, you can go now."

"Thank you, my princess," Bowen replied, his wings fluttering. With a powerful thrust, he shot into the sky, his wings flapping rapidly.

The guards exchanged uneasy glances, unsure if Bowen would be punished for flying in the presence of the princess. It was a breach of protocol, but given the circumstances, they hoped the king would show leniency.

As the guards led the boy away, Alita's heart ached. She could not shake the feeling that the punishment was too severe. She watched the boy disappear into the horizon with the guards, she knew something was amiss but she couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Back in the castle, the boy was thrown into a dark, cold cell. He huddled in the corner, his mind racing. The guards, sensing the boy's vulnerability, began to mock him.

"Look at the little assassin," one guard sneered. "Thought you could kill the princess, did you? You thought you would sneak around and just take a shot at the princess and then you run away like nothing had happened? Foolish child!"

"Bet you're regretting it now," another jeered. "Starving to death in this pit."

A guard hit another in jeer, "Ohh! He thinks he is strong, when you stay in this place for just a day, you will tell another story boy," he voiced with a sneer on his face.

The boy remained silent, his resolve hardening. He could not afford to break. The guards' taunts continued, but he tuned them out, focusing on the reason he had come.

He had been caught, but he could not reveal the truth. His family's safety depended on his silence.


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Chương 33: The Mad Vampire

Reaching the borders of Salem City, I flew down and switched back to my usual self, though I kept my wings. The transformation was easy usually but today it felt like my bones were being crushed and reformed, my skin stretched and reshaped. As I reverted, I rested against a tree, gasping for air so hard my lungs threatened to break free from my chest. Being in a shapeshifting form for this long without a constant source of blood was like a baby fairy attempting to fly without its parent's supervision—I was playing with fire, all because of her, 'How has the mighty fallen.'

The injuries on my body were beginning to heal rapidly, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. I touched my heart, which was as silent as a cemetery. Just as I had suspected, being close to Alita was what had awakened my heart. But that might not necessarily mean she was my beloved; it could simply be that I was lusting after her body and my heart was mistaking it for a soul mate

The distinction was crucial, but in my current state, clarity was hard to come by.

My hunger kicked in once more, a gnawing, insatiable craving that clawed at my insides. I raced past the people who were beginning to call my name, "Master Bowen, Master Bowen," with joyful grins on their faces. Normally, I would have stopped to acknowledge them, to bask in their adulation, but tonight I was in no mood for pleasantries.

The night had already begun to settle in when I finally reached my castle. It loomed dark and foreboding, a silhouette against the twilight sky. At the edge of my domain, I saw a vampire feasting on the neck of a troll. The troll's greyish skin had grown even darker, and its eyes were closed in death. Even with the noise my feet made as I paused, the vampire did not notice me.

I frowned. Under my rule, no vampire was permitted to kill another being without consent. This was a flagrant violation of my law. My eyes narrowed as I approached silently, my footsteps muffled by the soft earth.

The dark haired vampire was so engrossed in his feast that he remained oblivious to my presence until I was nearly upon him. With a swift motion, I grabbed him by the neck and yanked him away from the lifeless troll.

I pushed the vampire away from its prey, and it screeched angrily at me. As I stared at the vampire in surprise, my shock deepened—it was Rektar. His usual red eyes were now coated in white, and he was foaming at the mouth. Rektar was one of my head captains, loyal and disciplined to the core. How had Rektar become mad?

The shock paralyzed me for a moment, and the mad vampire used it to his advantage, lunging at me. I flew out of his grip just in time. Even a small bite from Rektar could transfer the venom to me. On a normal day, I was stronger than Rektar, but madness could make a vampire much stronger and more fearless. In my current state, I had to use my wits to fight him off.

I couldn't fight Rektar head-on; I needed to confine him in a place where I could prepare myself. Hovering around him, Rektar climbed the wall and lunged at me again. This time, he caught me and bit into my arm, but thank God for small favors—it was the red cloth he bit into. I quickly shape-shifted into an insect and slipped out of his grasp.

He screeched loudly, looking for me. Using this time to my advantage, I sent a telepathic message to my people. Normally, we vampires don't form a telepathic bond like the were-creatures, so Pristine came up with the idea of a telepathic ring that allows us to send messages. I couldn't wear a ring like the rest because of my shapeshifting abilities, so I had mine merged with my brain. It took a while to get used to it, but I was glad I had it fixed.

I messaged everyone—except for Rektar, of course—to stay clear of the hallways. I was taking a mad vampire to the dungeon. I didn't wait for a response. My attention returned to Rektar. If he didn't see me soon, he would go to the city where my people lived. I shape-shifted back to my usual self and looked for Rektar, only to see him with a maid.

'This silly maid! What was she doing outside at this crucial time?' I thought in frustration.

He was laughing like a maniac as he drew closer to her. She was human and helpless against his assault, and he knew it.

She screamed in horror at what he was about to do to her. Not on my watch! I vowed. I raced to get the girl away from him, which only infuriated him. I took the girl to the far end of the castle. Without waiting for her reply, I ran off to meet Rektar. Thankfully, he was still on the castle grounds, munching on the decomposed body of the troll.

When he saw me, he straightened and lunged. I landed a blow on his face. Rektar slid to the ground, dragging dust with him. He screeched loudly and lunged for me again, but I was ahead of him.

I needed to draw him to the dungeon. We had a special cell designed for rogue vampires, a place where their strength would be neutralized. But getting Rektar there would be a challenge. He was unpredictable and filled with a rage that made him dangerous.

Rektar lunged at me again, and I barely dodged his attack. His movements were erratic, driven by the madness that had taken over his mind. I had to outmaneuver him, to use his anger against him. I backed away slowly, making sure he followed me.

"Come on, Rektar," I taunted. "Is that all you've got?"

He screeched and charged at me.

Reaching the entrance of the castle, and I quickly opened the door. Rektar hesitated for a moment, his white eyes glaring at me with pure hatred. I needed to provoke him, to make sure he followed me inside so I can lead him to the dungeon.

"You're weak, Rektar," I said, my voice calm and steady. "You've always been weak."

He roared in anger and lunged at me. I stepped aside at the last moment, and he stumbled into the castle with me before him as he chase me with all his strength to grab me and to sink his fangs into my flesh.


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