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On the seventh year of my Blood Oath with vampire Sean Wright, the heat struck me, but he was nowhere to be seen.
By midnight, he finally showed up, an unconscious woman in his arms.
Leaving me curling up in pain on the bed, he carried her back to his room. and anxiously called for the butler.
“Check if she’s alright!”
The butler cautiously told him about my condition, but Sean cut him off with annoyance. “You think I’m in the mood to drink her blood right now? Just tell her to tough it out. She won’t die.”
My last glimmer of hope shattered. I could only grit my teeth and make a few long cuts on my body to bleed myself for self–rescue.
After what felt like an eternity of convulsions, the torture finally ended.
Lying in a pool of blood, I sent out my message before I passed out.
“You have my word. I’ll break my oath with him within three days, and you’ll be my new master.”
When I woke up the next day, my wounds had been bandaged, and the heavy scent of blood in the air was replaced by a faint wisp of smoke.
The butler must’ve helped me.
Feeling dizzy, I struggled to get up and put on my coat to hide the hideous wounds, wanting to thank him..
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Right after I stepped out of my room, I bumped into Sean.
He looked me over. Seeing that I seemed fine, he ordered indifferently, “Prepare a meal for me.”
I nodded, but another wave of dizziness hit me. I had to steady myself against the wall, and Sean had already turned around.
As usual, I brought a bowl of animal blood to his room.
Stealing a look at the woman from last night in the bed, I withdrew my gaze and approached Sean.
After a glance at the bowl, he frowned. Then he knocked it over, the blood staining my coat.
“What the hell are you doing? Take it away!” he snarled, trying to keep his voice down.
But the woman was woken anyway.
Sean immediately leaned forward and asked how she was feeling, his face etched with worry.
She was fine, just a bit hungry. As her stomach rumbled, she stuck out her tongue, giving a shy smile.
Sean relaxed and gently pinched her cheek. Then he turned and urged me to re–prepare the meal.
Only then did I realize I got it wrong. This woman wasn’t a vampire; like me, she was also a human.
Stepping out of his room in silence, I heard their conversation at the door.
“Is she a vampire like you?” Chelsea Vasquez sounded curious about me.
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“No. She’s my blood slave.”
“We signed a Blood Oath, so I can only feed from her alone. You have nothing to worry about. I won’t harm you.”
A human–vampire Blood Oath was valid for five years only. I should have left a long time ago, but I chose to stay here for him.
But he only saw me as a blood slave, a blood bank.
I had been clinging to a false hope all along.
I numbly walked away, took off my blood–stained coat, removed the damp bandages, and went into the kitchen to prepare food for Chelsea.
Just then, I heard footsteps behind me; the smell of the blood drew Sean here. “Why do I smell blood?”
Then he saw the horrifying wounds on my arms.
He pulled me close, his gaze inscrutable.
“Did… you do this to yourself last night?”
When the heat flared up, the master had to drink the slave’s blood. Otherwise, the slave must carve at least seven cuts. Lucky one could make it through, while the others would end up in shock and die.
I was one of the lucky ones. Just like he said, I toughened it out, and I didn’t die.
Only my unrealistic expectations of him died.
I pulled my hand back, telling him I was fine.
My indifferent attitude made him scowl.
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“You’re blaming me for not helping you,” he stated.
“I wouldn’t dare.”
He turned off the faucet, stopping me from washing vegetables.
“You’re injured. Stay away from water.”
That commanding tone again… I stubbornly held the food in my hand, not letting go.
After a few seconds of standoff, he snorted, “Suit yourself.”
Then he turned to leave. But after taking a few steps, he stopped and said in a low voice, “Tll help you the next time.”
I remained silent, for there wouldn’t be a next time.
The castle was as dim as ever, with only a few candles burning on the
candelabras.
I lit a candle to check the castle’s light–blocking conditions. If I pulled the curtains open even just a little bit, the harsh light from outside would. pour in.
