A Heart For The Heartless

She didn’t faint or anything like that. But the burst of emotions inside of her was so strong that she felt like her mind went into unconsciousness despite being physically awake. Her arms reflexively came up to grip the material of his shirt, and she let out what seemed to be a throaty moan.

Those testimonies from the humans who had chosen to get willingly bit by a vampire were right, after all.

This feeling… It was intoxicating.

It was like a magnified kind of pleasure, a deep satisfaction that made her knees grow weak. There was no resistance left in her heart and body, and she simply leaned against Mikhail, letting him drink from her as much as he could. His lips were pressed against the skin of her neck, and she could clearly hear him gulping down her blood greedily.

It was morbid, the way her life was being sucked by this vampire, yet she was genuinely enjoying it.

Then, before she knew it, Mikhail pulled away, and then the magic disappeared.

Exhaustion slowly seeped into her body, making her more and more aware that she just got her blood sucked out of her.

“Get some rest,” Mikhail said. “I’ll have the servant bring you food up here so you can gain nourishment.”

And then he was gone.

Cassy glared at the closed door with intense venom. Gain nourishment?! What was she, a pig to be fattened up before a buffet?!

Then again, that was technically what she was. A pig to be bitten over and over for the sake of someone else’s hunger.

‘Great. Now I’m comparing myself to an animal…’ Cassy thought to herself as she begrudgingly lay on the bed, feeling too tired to get mad.

‘Stay sharp, Cassy. This is going to be your life from now on…’

***

When Mikhail went into his study and closed the door, he let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

He never thought that a human could taste so… delicious.

She was absolutely divine. He could barely keep his cool earlier as he sucked her blood, feeling the euphoria settle in his chest and spread to every part of his body. It was unlike any sensation he had ever felt before.

Nobody had ever made him feel this way. It was both interesting and disconcerting at the same time.

He had been so enthralled that he almost forgot to stop. Using every last bit of willpower inside him, he pulled away from her neck and told her to rest.

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He would not be able to forgive himself if he ever accidentally drained her of her blood. That was reckless and idiotic.

“Sire,” a voice suddenly called out from outside.

Mikhail composed himself quickly and settled on the nearby couch. “Come in.”

Sarim entered the room, holding a folder in his hand. He respectfully handed it to Mikhail, who took it from him and opened it to read the contents.

“We did a thorough background check on the human. I personally reviewed it and had them check over and over in order to be certain that the facts are accurate,” Sarim said.

“Good.” Mikhail nodded. “Give me all the details.”

“Her full name is Cassandra Lenoir, aged 26. Based on our findings, she is just an average human who worked as an office employee at Higgins, Co.,” Sarim reported. “That day, hours before you found her, she quit her job because of the low salary and was planning on looking for a new one. Apparently, she wasn’t so lucky because she got mugged on the way to a bar.”

Some humans were quite fearless, it seemed. Even though the threat of rogue vampires was prevalent during nighttime, they still went to bars and even committed crimes here and there.

Then again, vampire hunters were always on patrol, so they were probably content with that meager kind of protection.

“So that area in the alley was unguarded?” Mikhail asked.

Sarim nodded. “Apparently, there aren’t enough hunters to cover that neighborhood completely.”

“So much for the humans’ idea of protection,” Mikhail said mockingly. “Well, then. How did she fare during the mugging?”

“Cassandra Lenoir resisted and fought back, so she got stabbed in the shoulder,” Sarim answered promptly. “Unfortunately, the weapon used is nowhere to be found, so we presume that the perpetrator either hid it or burned it to get rid of the evidence. There are no CCTV cameras in that area, and we didn’t find any suspects yet.”

“Obviously it is a human who attacked her because they used a murder weapon.”

“Correct, sir. A vampire does not need any weapons.”

“Any criminal records?”

“None whatsoever, sir. She did well at school, but her grades weren’t anything extraordinary. No history of bullying as well.”

“Family members?”

“None. Cassandra’s father passed away before she was born, and her mother died of an illness when Cassandra was only seven years old. She was passed on to a relative and grew up there until she turned eighteen and moved out.”

“What about connections to the Council or the police department?”

“None as well, sir.”

“All right,” Mikhail said as he set down the folder beside him. “I have no reason to doubt your investigation. After all, you are the most thorough when it comes to details, Sarim.”

Sarim made a small bow in response. “I thank you for your gracious words, my lord.”

“So it was simply fate that brought me to her that night?” Mikhail mused aloud as he leaned back against the couch, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. “The concept is impossible, yet difficult to argue with.”

“I believe it is what the humans call ‘destiny’.”

Mikhail sent Sarim a deadpan look. “…I cannot believe you just said that word with your own mouth.”

Sarim’s expression remained impassive. “I am merely telling you what I learned.”

Mikhail shook his head, amused. “Destiny, huh? I haven’t heard such a word in a century now.” He closed his eyes as memories began to fill his head, both the good and the bad.

It was all in the past now, though. It didn’t matter that much to him anymore.