Dark basement, dry and airy.

Rowling was on her back, confused, and she couldn't feel anything in the outside world.

The whole body is red and full of hunger.

She was soaked in a large bathtub and was numb.

Seems to be asleep, not asleep.

In front of her eyes is an interweaving of past and future.

From time to time, Robin's face appeared and mingled with the black-robed people around him.

Sometimes, she thinks that the person next to her is Robin.

Of course, all of this is just Rowling's own hallucination.

Beside her, a silver-curled-haired vampire gently held up her hand and kissed the back of her hand tenderly with her lips.

Several other vampires with less pure hair color add cold water and ice cubes to the large bathtub.

The ice water in the large bathtub gradually spread through Rowling's body.

Half of her slightly swollen breasts were exposed, and the water waves gently kissed her ribs.

This process would last about ten minutes until all the water had spread over her head.

Caroline sealed her mouth and nose, leaving only one tube for her to breathe.

Rowling's face was serene and quiet.

It's like gazing at the sun in the sky at the bottom of the sea.

It's full of brilliant illusory colors.

Even if she didn't open her eyes.

She couldn't feel the coldness of the icy water, nor the scent of the vampires outside.

Only the heartbeat grows.

The sound was deafening.

Blood boiled and burned inside her, slamming desperately.

In the cracks in the bricks on the roof of the basement, a cold liquid slowly flowed.

A black cat lingered in the doorway, hesitating to come in.

……

The eyeliner from the blasphemer, the black cat Lingyue lurking beside the Holy Beta Leader, her real name is Tiffany.

Her two turquoise eyes were wide open, and she stood on all four paws on the ground, looking through the thick walls.

The air was filled with an indescribable smell of blood.

First embrace is a non-breeding method used by vampires to create new members.

Able to transform ordinary humans into vampires-

of vassals.

Or become a sub-vein.

They are controlled by the maternal bloodline, and unless the mother dies, they will be puppets of vampires for the rest of their lives.

At the same time, the death of the mother will lead to the death of the child vein, unless all the blood in the body is replaced in a short time.

After they had made a pact of blood, they were bound together.

Death is just relief.

Tiffany looked sadly at the dark-haired girl lying in a bathtub filled with ice water.

She is very likely to have a first embrace that she will never forget.

Generally speaking, there are two ways to have a beginner:

First, the blood clan makes a cross-shaped opening on the neck of the human to drain the blood of the human body. Then let it suck its own blood.

Second, the blood clan directly sucks the blood of the human body, and then allows it to suck its own blood.

However, without exception, they will all exchange blood with each other, achieve fusion, and enter into a blood contract.

If luck is enough, the brunette girl did not die in the process, but came back alive with a strong will.

Then congratulations to her.

She will gain exceptional power and become a member of the Bloodline.

Yes, secondary.

In The Elder Scrolls, that's what the vampires of the Holy Blood Empire call them.

They weren't born vampires, and they weren't blood slaves in captivity by vampires.

They have the longevity and partial strength of vampires, so they are more powerful than the average human.

The status is lower than that of the original vampire, and higher than that of the blood slave.

That's why it's called a secondary descent.

From the day they were born, second-born vampires were destined to become tools only for their eldest relatives.

They have the blood of their elders in their bodies, and they will also inherit the power of their relatives.

As Tiffany judges.

If the brunette girl's eldest relative is the silver-haired vampire named Caroline.

Then her power will surpass that of all secondary descendants.

Because—

That vampire is the royal blood of the Holy Blood Empire.

As sung in the "Silent Ginger Song":

[Exchange of bloodlines,

Accompanied by the throes of the soul.

Curse from the devil,

It will be infused into the bloodstream.

Even if life doesn't end.

But you're in hell.

Even if the breath is still there.

But you're long dead.

Your soul will be fused with demonic blood.

Neither life nor death.

From now on.

Until permanently. 】

Tiffany let out a slight sigh.

Not the voice of a cat.

It's more like a person's sigh.

But when she turned her gaze, her eyes were filled with doubt.

Next to this large bathtub.

Side by side is a coffin wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.

It was pitch black inside.

Soaked to the brim with viscous blood.

And a withered corpse looms among them.

Is that......

Tiffany's heart was shocked.

This image looks extremely strange and terrifying.

In that coffin, the corpse soaked in blood was like a dehydrated dried corpse.

Muscles all over the body atrophy and the skin crumples and sticks together.

Its head is tilted upwards, half of its skull exposed.

In its right eye, a silver dagger is inserted.

Originally, Tiffany thought it was dead.

However, she saw that as the blood irrigated, the skin began to plump upwards like the roots of a plant on its withered palms.

Every inch of its skin was sucking blood.

It's like delivering nutrients to the body.

It was a sight that Tiffany swore to the gods that she had never dreamed of even in nightmares.

Fear...... It can only be seen in hell.

……

The three vampires in the basement are methodically doing their own thing-

A brown-haired vampire examines Rowling's body.

The other one fills the tub with ice water and prepares food and toiletries nearby.

A set of gold silk clothes was neatly stacked on a round table next to it.

Caroline is putting the finishing touches on the final stages.

She used her blood to draw a large circle around the bathtub and the coffin.

It was something Tiffany had never seen before.

Only a little function can be vaguely read from the law of the subject-

[Awakening].

Her pupils dilated, and she suddenly understood their intentions.

……

Rowling's eyes were always closed, but she wasn't ignorant.

She felt someone stir her body, soaking her in a burst of wet liquid.

Then her arm was pulled out.

A hand slowly stroked upwards along the soles of her feet, carefully examining every inch of her skin.

As it slid all the way up her thighs, crawling over her abdomen, chest, collarbone......

Finally stopped on the right side of her neck.

Blood in the carotid arteries was bubbling and pounding.

There was a soft sigh in her ear.

"Your Highness." There was a hint of panic in the voice.

Caroline looked up, her scarlet pupils staring coldly at each other.

She wasn't too happy that someone interrupted her work.

Especially something as important as it is right now.

Unless the other party has a reason to do so.

"What's wrong, Yuna?"

"I think you need to take a look at this." Yuna finished speaking and stood aside respectfully.

……

Caroline walked up to her suspiciously, and her gaze fell on the black-haired girl's face.

Her hair was wet with cold water and drooping loosely from the edge of the tub.

Drops of water trickled down the ends of your hair, making a slight sound on the floor tiles.

Caroline crouched down and gently wiped the water stains from her neck.

A clearly visible crescent moon emerged from the location of her carotid artery.

It has a faint silvery-white sheen.

"It's ......"

Caroline's gaze turned with a hint of anger.

She stood up, then walked over to the wall and hammered it hard.

Even now, even if she is angry, she still knows how to control her emotions.

So, there was only a slight shock of some dust on the wall, and it did not crack or even collapse as usual.

With Caroline's strength, the wall would have been hammered to shreds.

But......

Not right now.

She couldn't let the damn Itnellians know what they were doing.

"Damn it...... Plisla. ”

Caroline muttered a barely audible name in her mouth.

Her hands were hammered against the wall, her head buried in the shadow of the crook of her arm.

There was a pause of about two seconds.

Caroline turned.

She returned to her usual calm, a strange smile on her lips.

"It's fine. We've got just one piece at most. She shifted her gaze to the black coffin on the other side, and muttered, "As long as this one is done, then it will be enough." ”

……

The vampires' work continues.

Tiffany's breathing also became heavier.

Her gaze looked into the dark basement.

The vampires lit golden candles.

The firelight flickered, casting their shadows onto the wall.

What they said just now, as well as the terrible coffin, and the magic circle on the ground, were all shocking.

Tiffany instinctively felt that they were doing something particularly terrible.

But, what worries her even more is that-

Her gaze looked at one of them.

Last night, she had moved Vivian from the warehouse.

Because there are too many people coming in and out of the warehouse.

From time to time, Susie the flower farmer will come to pick up and place the tools.

She also spends the rest of her time repairing the discarded tables and chairs to take back to her little daughter.

Obviously, the basement is more suitable for Vivian to hide than a warehouse with people coming and going.

It's just that she didn't expect that this group of vampires would actually ...... today

Tiffany took a deep breath and had already made up her mind.

Either way, we'll have to get them out.

Her steps shifted slightly, ready to leave upward.

……

Why do some people always use lightness, or silence to describe the cat's steps?

That's because, it's a fact.

The soles of their feet have thick pads of flesh, which will reduce the sound they make when they land.

But when Tiffany's foot reached the sixth step.

A shadow fell on it.

The black cat tilted its head.

A heart was pounding.

In her sight, a vampire's evil grin appeared.

Four sharp fangs, like a cold blade.

……