Volume 2, Chapter 49 – Blood Frenzy (Part 2)

Blood frenzy was triggered by an extreme lack of blood, so the solution was simply to replenish it. However, the red mist shrouding her mind hadn’t dissipated, and the risk of another frenzy remained ever-present. Yisi couldn’t guarantee she would regain her senses before tragedy struck next time.

The makeshift bathroom was filled with steam, and Yisi could hear the sound of running water through the mist. But now wasn’t the time for hesitation. She stepped forward, reaching Camilla, who was soaking in the bathtub, and grabbed her wrist.

“Camilla, I’m sorry.”

Then, before Camilla could even process what was happening, Yisi sank her teeth into Camilla’s arm.

“Ah…”

She had expected Camilla to pull her arm back in pain, but instead, Camilla offered no resistance. On the contrary, when Camilla, half-submerged in the water, caught sight of Yisi’s crimson eyes, she even pushed her arm closer to Yisi. But the moment she did, her eyes quickly lost focus, slipping into a hallucination only she could see.

The thick, warm blood of Camilla spread across Yisi’s tongue, the rich aroma of alcohol and a faint bitterness crawling up her spine. The euphoria of quenching a long thirst sent a shiver through her, but even after nearly a minute of feeding, the unsettling whispers in her mind showed no sign of fading. Yisi had a premonition—if she let her guard slip even slightly, her rampaging body would tear Camilla apart in an instant.

Not enough.

Still need more blood.

If she didn’t want Camilla to die, she had to find another source immediately.

But aside from Camilla, who else could provide blood?

The images of the five fallen girls—Shinku and Fran—flashed through her mind, but they too were on the verge of anemia after a month of continuous blood extraction.

Just take Camilla’s blood. She’s willing to offer herself.

No one’s blood is more delicious than Camilla’s.

Becoming one with Camilla is her wish.

The whispers in her mind chanted like a curse, but Yisi only frowned. These murmurs held no sway over her now—what she feared was losing control of her body.

It seemed she had to find someone else.

Struggling against the dizzying, drunken sensation, Yisi staggered as she pushed Camilla away.

“Camilla… that’s enough.”

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Her voice was so hoarse it startled even herself. The wound on her tongue, pierced by her own fangs, had already healed during the feeding, but blood still trickled from the corner of her lips.

“Ah…”

Once the feeding stopped, Camilla quickly snapped out of her hallucination.

“I need to go out… This is a blood frenzy.”

“Where are you going?”

Camilla tried to stand from the bathtub but collapsed back into the water from exhaustion.

Yisi swallowed hard.

“…Don’t worry. [Short-Range Teleportation].”

Her figure vanished instantly, reappearing high above the Celtic city. The cold night wind cleared her mind a little further. She expanded her Omniscient Map, searching for the mark she had left earlier that day.

If she remembered correctly, she had marked a girl named Andrea Alexia Fred Envi Alvier at the slave traders’ guild that morning. The girl’s sweet, intoxicating scent of blood had briefly stirred her hunger then.

The Omniscient Map showed the girl was currently in the eastern outskirts of Celtic, accompanied by a vampire guard named Borris.

Her body trembled uncontrollably again. Yisi took a deep breath.

This is forced, but I’ll make it up to her… She can demand anything she wants—just not right now.

“[Advanced Teleportation].”

In the blink of an eye, her surroundings transformed into a desolate wilderness.

The sudden appearance of a stranger startled the girl cloaked in black and the middle-aged man beside her. But as a guard, the armored man reacted swiftly, drawing his weapon without hesitation.

“Who goes there?!”

“Step aside. This doesn’t concern you. I need blood.”

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Yisi deliberately lowered her voice, her raspy tone making the man frown.

“You—” He cut himself short as he noticed Yisi’s bloodshot eyes and the wings at her waist, his voice dropping. “…Blood frenzy. Your Majesty, she’s the vampire we saw this morning! Get out of here, return to the clan! The nearest Count Pescia will surely find a way to save me!”

“Borris!”

“Your Majesty, go! I won’t last long—if anything happens to you, everything is over!”

Shoving the pureblood girl aside, the middle-aged man raised his greatsword, standing firmly between Yisi and the girl, his eyes burning with unyielding resolve.

“I won’t let you pass.”

“Shut up.”

The thirst in her mind surged again. Unwilling to waste time, Yisi used Blink to appear behind the man and kicked the plate armor on his back. The alloy armor visibly caved in, and the man face-planted into the dirt, writhing as he tried to free himself. But Yisi delivered another kick, knocking him unconscious.

Normally, she could have just restrained him with magic, but the bloodstorm raging in her mind left no room for rational thought. Resisting the urge to tear him apart was already her limit.

“[□□□—Blood Fangs]!”

The sound of flapping wings filled the air as countless tiny red bats swarmed toward Yisi. But with a mere wave of her hand, she shattered them all.

The pureblood girl’s face twisted in horror, as if she had seen a monster.

“Impossible!”

“Don’t resist. All I want is a little blood… It won’t hurt.”

Yisi advanced step by step, but the girl only retreated in fear. Unable to endure the wait, Yisi Blinked right in front of her, gripping the girl’s chin and tilting her face up. The girl’s terrified expression stirred something dark within Yisi—perhaps influenced by the Count’s eldest daughter, she found the fear oddly delicious.

No.

Shaking her head to dispel the disturbing thought, Yisi gave the girl no time to react, sinking her fangs into the girl’s neck.

The taste was unripe, like a green apple.

There might have been more nuances, but Yisi didn’t linger to savor them. Forcing someone like this was despicable.

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What puzzled her, however, was that the girl didn’t lose consciousness like Camilla or the others. Despite being fed upon, she remained fully aware, tears streaming down her cheeks as she began to sob.

The guilt in Yisi’s heart deepened. Silently, she drank.

If she only apologized without making amends, she would never forgive herself. A faint warning from the unconscious man reached her ears, but his voice was too weak, and Yisi’s attention was elsewhere.

Half a minute passed in an instant.

The girl’s blood seemed to suppress the blood frenzy. After just a small amount, the red mist in Yisi’s mind faded significantly.

“Ugh… sob…”

The girl’s crying snapped Yisi back to full awareness, and a headache set in.

From now on, even if I have to drink frost wolf blood, I won’t skip meals and starve myself again.

Making this silent vow, Yisi released the girl. Glancing at her tear-streaked face, Yisi bowed her head in remorse.

“I’m sorry. I had no choice because of the blood frenzy—”

“Huh? I-It’s over?” The girl, still crying, blinked in disbelief. “I’m not dead?”

“I told you from the start—I only needed a little blood.”

“O-Oh…”

Wiping her tears, the girl looked relieved, though her occasional sniffles betrayed how frightened she had been. Yisi tentatively asked for forgiveness.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

As if suddenly remembering something, the girl gasped dramatically and pointed at Yisi.

“Bloodline suppression! Y-You—take off your clothes! Let me check your back, or it’ll be too late!”

“Take off my clothes? If that’s what it takes to apologize—”

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Though stripping in the wilderness made Yisi suspect the girl was some kind of pervert, she had wronged her first. Even if the request was outrageous, she wouldn’t complain.

Yisi removed her clothes, exposing her back to the girl, who traced her fingers along Yisi’s skin under the moonlight.

“…There’s nothing? Are you really a vampire? Even for a pureblood, under bloodline suppression, you should have become my thrall.”

Though she didn’t understand, Yisi sensed the girl was concerned for her. The guilt deepened—she had harmed her, yet instead of lashing out, the girl had shown kindness. Unless she was insane, she could only be described as a saint—an untainted saint.

Even though she’s a pureblood vampire.

Yisi studied the girl’s face more closely. She had soft pink hair and golden eyes, likely around the same age as Yisi. The seriousness in her gaze as she inspected Yisi’s back reminded her of a nurse in a hospital.

Once again, Yisi bowed her head.

“I’m sorry for drinking your blood against your will.”

“I shouldn’t say it’s fine, but… I think it’s fine. Though you could’ve been gentler. This was the first time someone other than Mother or Borris got this close to me. No one’s ever said they needed me or asked to drink my blood before. You’re the first.”

“Because you’re a pureblood.”

Given how the Count’s eldest daughter was treated, it was clear how revered purebloods were among vampires. Naturally, no one would dare ask to feed from one.

The pink-haired, golden-eyed girl stared at Yisi with nothing but curiosity, as if she truly didn’t mind the feeding.

“Aren’t you a pureblood too? If I asked to drink your blood, would you agree?”

“Other than agreeing, do I have any other choice?”

Yisi nodded helplessly, knowing she was at an absolute disadvantage.

Seeing Yisi’s consent, the girl’s face lit up with an eager expression. She hopped over to Yisi, rose up on her toes, and leaned close to whisper by Yisi’s ear.

“Although I shouldn’t be this rough with a girl, this is special, ah—mm.”

She bit down on Yisi’s shoulder.