We were both unable to move in our positions as a result of what we had both witnessed. We both seemed to be looking for an answer in our stares at each other. How did he get a fang?

I immediately noticed his desire to touch his mouth as he struggles with his left hand. I removed my right hand from my chest and waved it. Because of that, both of the roots that were binding his hands loosen up. He quickly put his hand over his mouth. He stroked his fangs. I couldn't help but notice his fearful trembling.

He quickly removed his finger, which had been cut by his fang. His pupils dilated as he stared at his finger, which trembled even more. He gave me a death stare right away. I could sense his rage at me.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?" he yelled, echoing throughout the room. I could sense his rage and disgust towards me. But I'm at a loss for words. I was taken aback by his entire body leaning against the head of the bed. His trembling intensifies. His terror is palpable to me.

Is this possible because?

"Macara used my blood to make you live," I said quickly when I realized why he was acting that way. But I'm curious as to why his mortal scent persists. He's still a mortal, and he's still not quite like us.

"FUCK! LOOK AT ME!" his previous tears began to flow, coupled with his trembling. I could hear his rapid heartbeat, and the shaking of his lips was evident to me. I felt sorry for him right away. It was my first encounter with something like this, and I had no idea what to do.

He drew his hair back in rage and dread. I was immediately stunned by what I saw. Because of the moonlight, his skin began to shimmer somewhat. That's what happens to our skin when the moon hits our cold skin. Impossible! Is he gradually becoming more like us? However, his eyes did not change color. I was also worried and terrified.

"Mi-Mino! Calm down!" I leaped up from my seat and dashed near the bed. He trembled even more as I approached him. I'm not sure where I'm going to hold him or what I'm going to do to calm him down.

He clenched his fists and continued to pull his hair out of fury. His sobs were very loud. Even if we think he is no longer young enough to cry like this, I understand why he does. His fears were undoubtedly deep.

"DON'T COME NEAR ME! YOU ARE EVIL!" he immediately threw an angry and cold stare at me despite his teary eyes. I also don't know what we will do but it is vague that it will happen because we have a belief that I learned that was taught to us when we were very young.

"I can't make you into a vampire Mino. In our world, a human will not become like us through our bites," that is true and it is the teaching to us since our blood is noble and in order for other humans to not be like us easily, our bite is ineffective in transforming them.

Only low-class vampires are capable of doing so since their bite's venom can be spread to humans faster than royal blood can. As a result, they will become low-class vampires as well.

Before we had our own world our ancestors interacted with humans so many were victimized by wicked vampires but not all of us were evil. Until I found out an incomplete story and we had our own world that no mortal could enter except him.

"FUCKING LIAR! YOU'RE MAKING ME A FOOL!" he yelled fiercely, and I'm not sure if his shivering was caused by fear or by his rage at me. He appeared to be looking at me because he may have noticed the glow in my skin that I had noticed earlier in the mirror when I realized that I was illuminated by the moonlight.

"GO AWAY FROM ME! I WILL KILL YOU!" his immediate threat as if he had something against me just in case. I can sense the weight of his rage. I felt him abruptly shove me, but I didn't move because I was stronger than him. He pushed me away with all his strength because he didn't want me near him. I know he isn't intentionally hurting women, but he feels differently now.

I realize that anyone would lose respect for a woman if this happened to them. I let him shove me repeatedly just for his fury to diminish. I'm not sure why I feel like he's still a mortal, but why is he gaining fangs and his skin is being affected by the moonlight.

"YOU HAVE NO MERCY! JUST DIE!" his remarks are harsh. He continued to push, I was abruptly taken aback as he scratched my cheek due to his rough movements and I could feel the blood streaming down from there. This is the first time someone has harmed my face. Even moths in this world have not touched me yet but he, he who seems to be my first on everything.

I felt rage rising within me, but if I get furious, everything would become much more chaotic. It is not good for me to respond to his rage. He is still unfamiliar with what is going on with him, which I also do not understand. Couldn't that be the result of Macara praying in my blood, giving him some of our characteristics? But even if this is the answer, nothing will change what is currently occurring to him.

I couldn't take seeing him harm me any longer. I seized his hands with my two hands before he could shove me again. He struggled once more since his lip was already wounded from his fang digging into it, and blood ran freely from it.

When I smelled his blood, I immediately felt the warming of my eyes. My throat felt dry, and I yearned to taste his blood to quench my thirst.

I restrained myself because if I didn't, I'd go crazy with him again. When I repeat that again, his rage will grew stronger. But dang! Those bloods looked so sweet.

Vreihya! No! Stop! Please don't do anything stupid!

I was taken aback since his previous resistance had been replaced by weakness. He lost the ability to break free from my grip. I could gradually perceive his misery. Shit! What is going on? His body didn't appear to be coping with what was happening to him. Damn! Shit!

His body weakened and he appeared to fall over in his position. I hastily hugged him to keep him from falling entirely. His head quickly dropped on my neck, as if he had been leaning and looking for a support. Because of the proximity of his breathing to my neck, I immediately felt strange. Shivers ran down my spine.

"Mino, please don't fall asleep!" I repositioned his body so he could lie down on his bed more comfortably. While there was still blood on his lip, he merely stared at me without expression. I didn't know what to do with him to keep him out of this trouble.

What should I do? We're the only two here, and I have no one to turn to for help. Fear would not leave my system. I should not have allowed him to behave in this manner. What should I do? I touched his face because he seemed disoriented and never said anything.

"Mino... Mino please!" I said softly, patting his cheek. His lid seemed to slide off gradually. I approached his face to see whether he was still breathing because I couldn't hear it anymore.

Because of my position, blood dripped more quickly from my cheek. It dripped on his bottom lip, and for a few seconds I noticed a dramatic rise in his breathing, and his softness seemed to vanish.

"Blo- BLOOD!" he exclaimed hurriedly. When he abruptly gripped my neck and waist with extreme power, my eyes widened. He didn't have the strength previously since he couldn't push me away, but now he simply sweeps me closer to him.

He quickly forced me lie down on top of him, then spun around and our position shifted. I was taken aback by our position, but even more so when he brought his face closer to mine and I felt his weight on my body. My heart seemed to be racing.

When I felt him softly lick my bleeding cheek, my body trembled even more. He licked it slowly, as though tasting every drop of blood on my cheek. I wanted to fight, but I felt weak and my body was burning up.

Every contact of it on me seemed to sap my will to resist. It drives me insane, as though I don't want him to stop. When he had licked all of it, he drew away from my face, and I was shocked by what I saw.

His eyes had turned a brilliant blue. I've never seen an eye that color before. Those brilliant blue eyes had me feeling hypnotized. I'm not sure, but I raised my hand and gently caressed his cheek. I had a strong want for more. My body felt like it was on fire beneath his mortal body. Why do I want him to be closer to me? I'd like him to fill in the gaps between us.

I seem to be wondering to myself since I lack experience, yet I appear to be excited for him. His eyes was drawn to my chest right away. I'm sure he can see them because of the moonlight and the thin fabric of my clothes, but why don't I seem to want to block them anymore? What is going on with me? What the hell are you doing to me, mortal? Why does my body feel this way? What kind of magic do you have?

There is also a trace in him that he appears puzzled in his acts and that he seems to be resisting temptation. His gaze was drawn back to me. I could feel my eyes burning up and my fangs erupting uncontrollably.

The moon saw our warm stare, as if we were both holding back. I was even more stunned when his grip on my neck slipped and landed on my thigh. My clothing did not properly block my left thigh as a result of his unexpected movement earlier. He is free to hold it however he wishes.

I could feel the warmth of his palm caressing my thigh. He appeared to purposefully slow down in order to make it more difficult for me to breathe and become anxious. I couldn't stop myself from biting my lower lip since his touch felt to burn me. This is the first time I've felt anything like this. This is completely driving me insane. In my judgment, he was also captivated because he refused to look away from me.

I flinched slightly as his hand, which had just caressed my thigh, moved. It now appears to be slowly seducing my side. There's no disputing that I'm already experiencing an unidentified sensation.

"Mi... no?" I'm having trouble pronouncing his name. I tried not to show him how much his actions impacted me, but I failed. I want him to fuel whatever we have right now. Vreihya, you're a jerk! Why do you appear to be out of strength?

"You! You are a goddess of beauty," he didn't appear to mind when he said it. How many men have said that to me, but he made my heart skip a beat. I'm struggling to regain my sanity. This is wrong, Vreihya! He is a human! He is a mortal! You've always despised them. You are a supreme being, you can't give in to the heat you feel.

Do not yield to temptation. Even if we say that this is exactly what you want to happen, it is still not right. I appear to be gradually regaining the strength to return to a normal frame of mind. I'll just do it again next time because my body isn't ready yet, and my spirit is completely unprepared. I'm still concerned about what might happen. Consider me weak, but I'm not completely prepared yet.

I should have moved with all my power to shove him away, but his following stride widened my eyes. He instantly sank his fangs into my neck. I could feel the force and the speed with how he drink my blood. Instead of being hurt, I felt a warmth and sensation I had never felt before in my life.

Shit! This is how you will be turned into a vampire. The mortal must drink our own blood of his own free will in order to be like us royals. Shit!

I kept getting hot as I felt him bite me hard. Little growls escaped my lips as I felt the closeness of my chest against his body.

Damn!

Bite me more!

Shit!