StagePlay

Drip. Drip. A young woman stood behind five corpses lying on the ground, in front of her stood a man with a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. The young woman stared at the man with her dead pink eyes and her whole body covered in blood. Clap. Clap. The man approached her and held her chin up to level her gaze with his. "At last I have successfully accomplished my goal. You are my most precious and perfect experiment. Now, look," he held both of her shoulders and turned her towards the corpses, "you see those bloods flowing out of the wounds you made? Aren't you thirsty just by looking at it? Drink, my precious, drink it all." He whispered to her ear before sitting at the throne. His smile widened as he watched her approach the corpses, but his smile disappeared when she fell to the ground clutching her heart with one hand and covering both of her mouth and nose with the other. He abruptly stood, his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed. "What are you doing? Go and drink their blood!" He shouted. "You're in great pain, no? If you drink there blood that pain you're feeling will disappear!" He added. The young woman glanced at him and stood with her trembling legs that seemed to give up on her in any minute. She staggered towards him, her hand reaching out to him. "P-please," she said in her trembling but soft voice, "help me, master." She finished making the man's eyes widened at what she called him. He lowered his head hiding the smirk from her before reaching out and holding her hand. She lost her balance and unintentionally pushed him. He slammed down at the throne he sat at earlier with her on his lap. She grabbed his collar and revealed his neck down to his collarbone. "Now, now. You must be careful not to trip. What should I do if my precious hurt herself? Let's go, I will help you feed on those corpses." He tried to stand up, but she pushed him back down. He glanced at her, her head was leaning on his shoulder. She pulled his collar once again and accidentally ripped it, before he could react she inched her face closer to his neck and opened her mouth revealing her sharp canines and punctured it into his neck. She sucked his blood gulping it down like water as she clung to him tighter pulling his neck closer. He was stunned by her actions, but he soon regained his composure and stroked her hair. He turned his head at the other side to give full access of his neck to her. Some blood escaped through the sides of her mouth and streamed down to her chin. She was still desperately gulping down his blood like her life depended on it which made him chuckled that soon turned into a laughter. "So this is how it feels to have your blood sucked. I never knew it was such a pleasure feeling someones fangs stab into ones neck. Well, I have always been the one bitting and sucking and not the one being bitten and sucked." After a few minutes, the young woman detached her lips from his neck and gasp for air because she didn't have the time to breath while drinking his blood earlier. "Thank you, master." She smiled at the man with blood still dripping from the sides of her mouth and her dead pink eyes from earlier was now replaced by a pair of glowing scarlet eyes. The man flinched upon seeing her. He couldn't utter a single word for he was mesmerized by her new form. "Beautiful, no... gorgeous." He whispered. The young woman opened her lips in attempt to thank her master for the given compliment, but before she could her body suddenly felt heavy and she slowly fell back. The man stared at her with emotionless eyes and a smile on his face as he quickly caught her. "You must be tired. Sleep, my darling. I shall name you Achlys, for you will be the one to bring darkness in this world." He carried her out of the room and the servants standing in the hallways were alerted by his sudden appearance and his state for his upper clothes were torn and blood stains could seen from his neck, but the wound has long been healed. "My lord, what happened?!" They were about to rush to him when he glared at them, his eyes glowed and turned into a scarlet red like the young woman's earlier. "Not too loud. My darling is sleeping." He said in a calm voice but made the servants have shivers run down their spines. They stepped back confused at their Lord's words. The man sauntered to his bedroom and laid the young woman in his bed before sitting beside her. He tucked the loose stands hair from her face to her ears and caressed her rosy cheeks. "You are special, my darling. You wouldn't drink human blood, but you would drink mine, a vampire. Normally, after a human was turned into a vampire they wouldn't be able to sleep for a hundred years, and yet you did at the first night. You will be my woman. I will never let you go even if you beg to. If ever you run away from me, I will kill you first before you do." He stated. It wasn't a threat nor a mere warning. He said it thinking that he really would kill her first before she could escape his hands. He vowed to never let her escape from the cage he personally built. But his vows were broken at the very next morning. He found out that his darling was already gone and had already escaped the moment he left her last night. As he stood at the edge of the same bed she laid at a hundred and eighty-nine years ago. His originally scarlet eyes glowed. "You can never run away from me forever, my darling. There's a limit to how long I'm going to let you enjoy the vast world out there."