Chapter 5
Five
She smells like blue belladons. It was frustratingly one of the only things I could think about the second I got a wisp of her scent. Even now the scent is still stuck in my nose as if my body doesn’t want me to forget what she smells like.
Her scent should have been gone by now and I can’t actively scent her from here.
The lecture hall has enough seats to sit a hundred and ninety-nine percent of those seats are taken.
She sits in the first seat of the second row and I am as far as I can possibly get in here while still being in a desk.
She should be smelling like rotting flesh.
That’s how all vampires smell, unless they bathe in perfume and lotions.
That’s probably what it is. The sweet mixed berry scent with a slight creamy and floral undertone.
Just like the sapphire blue bell-shaped flowers that grow in my mother’s personal garden at the estate.
Despite it being a perfume, it still makes me want to sink my fangs into her neck. Even though I know all I’ll get is a disgusting rotting taste that’ll stick in the back of my throat for days. Vampire blood is tainted human blood. It tastes like death.
Still, my fangs begin to ache.
I may be a blood demon and much more powerful than most vampyr, but we still share similar attributes.
One of them needing blood to survive and having retractable fangs.
Not that I tend to keep them hidden. Though even if I tried to in this moment I wouldn’t be able to. They ache, and they want blood.
Her blood.
Or at least the promise that it would taste as sweet as that perfume she smells like.
The professor drones on about whatever lesson he’s teaching.
The girl paying rapt attention and for some reason is using her tablet and a stylus to take notes.
She looks relatively normal. Boring and original, as she had said to Callahan.
The only way you would be able to tell she’s different is her eyes.
Aside from her scent there’s nothing remarkable about her. Even her energy and aura is weak. I won’t know for sure until I taste her blood, but thinking about that and who else has tasted it makes adrenaline flooded with rage coarse through my system.
I had been so close to ripping Ruleten’s head off when she insinuated they blood shared.
Only because of years of control was I able to stay rooted to the spot and let Ruleten get a word in.
She had shrugged it off as if blood sharing wasn’t a personal, should-be private, intimate thing between those of us who drink blood.
Throughout all the races there’s only a few of us. Vampyr and vampires being one, blood demons like myself, and some devils. Blood sharing can also be done with someone who doesn’t necessarily drink blood but there isn’t an inherent, instinctual reaction from them because of it.
I haven’t even practiced in it, though I have drank the blood of many during intimate moments. I refuse to let anyone drink my own blood.
And she shrugged it off as if it meant nothing. Fucking vampire. At their core they’re filthy humans, who to them now have a godlike power, never caring about traditions and inherent instincts and the respect for the actions that relate back to our first ancestors.
This is why they’re not welcome within the university or within the Mage Board.
Not that I care much about the Mage Board and their political bullshit, but it further proves that humans are worthless. And by association, vampires are as well.
I’ve proved well enough that she is one, but I’ll still taste her blood to be sure. Her anomalies are strange, but it could be just whoever’s blood now also courses through her veins or the vampire species as a whole are adapting. Either way, those two reasons are neither my concern.
If we fully prove she’s a vampire then her past checks out and while it’s still suspicious the Mage Board let her into the school, the likelihood that she’s a spy is nearly zero.
At least then as well when I taste her blood I can see most of her memories. I’ll be able to confirm then as well.
There’s a light feathery knock in the back of my conscious and I let Callahan into my mind. We chose not to say anything even after the girl left the infirmary in case there were wondering ears.
You still gonna bite her?
Just to be sure.
Someone, another mind chuckles. Callahan must have brought Darian with him.
Are you sure it’s not because she smells so sweet? Even without fangs I was tempted to sink my teeth into her neck to see if her blood tastes as good as she smells.
Callahan chuckles with him. Aren’t you angels supposed to be all light and innocent? It almost seems like you’re more tainted than all of us, Darian.
If only you knew, devil.
It’s a perfume, I answer Darian. Vampires can’t naturally smell like that. I’ll be lucky if I can even swallow a mouthful of her rotting blood.
Darian hums within my mind and I can feel his disagreement.
She burned in the sun, I snap at him. Pushing his disagreement away. The only being who actually burns in the sun are vampires. Which rules out vampyr and blood demon.
Callahan hums now. Were you actually considering she was a blood demon?
I thought about it since she had a need for regular food. Her stomach had actually growled in the cafeteria, meaning she needed the food. Not even vampyr really need food like that if they have a healthy enough supply of blood.
Both of them contemplate.
After I taste her blood we’ll know for sure. They both bring their attention back to me. The first week parties start tomorrow night and last till Sunday. She’ll have to come to at least one, I’ll do it then. Then we can be done with her.
I can feel Darian’s emotions and thoughts disagreeing with me on my last statement as well. From what I’m feeling he seems like he’s just beginning with her. I pick up a bit of that from Callahan too, but as far as I’m concerned they can do whatever they want to her.
That fury-coated adrenaline does not flush my veins at the thought of my brothers playing with her. Even if we don’t share blood by birth, we’re as close as true brothers could get.
With a last thought telling Callahan to get out of my mind, he leaves dragging Darian with him.
Sitting back in my chair I look over the girl.
It doesn’t make sense for her to be a vampyr or a blood demon since she burned in the sun.
Unless it’s possible or her to be a vampyr without the strand of DNA allowing her to walk in the sun.
It could explain why her eyes are pink as well, her blood is weak.
With those attributes she could have been mistaken for a newly turned vampire. Especially if a true vampire did try to turn her as well. But that wouldn’t explain why she let the enforcers and Mage Board believe that. Unless, of course, Asier was right and she is a spy.
So many questions for the little poison drop.
I wonder if she’s as deadly as she smells.
After all, blue belladons are the one plant deadly to all.
They taste divine, like the most holy fruit, but they can kill anything within seconds.
If my mother hadn’t been there when I was younger with a readied antidote I would have been dead within seconds.
The professor starts to wrap up the class and she looks so content.
Completely unbothered by the fact that she almost died.
Even when the sun first hit her face, it almost looked like she was welcoming it.
Instead of immediately cowering like any other vampire she basked in the light.
She closed her eyes as if she was savoring the warmth before Ruleten threw his jacket over her and tackled her to the ground.
Speaking of, I need to go hunt him down for answers. As the society president for the Stone House and him swearing into the house as a member, he has no choice but to answer to me.
My first question will be what her blood tasted like.
What. The. Fuck.
The bells ring signaling the end of this class and the students begin standing to leave. I do the same, nearly jumping out of the chair and leaving through the back door instead of the main one she goes through. I need to find Ruleten now, and not because I need to know what her blood tastes like.
He should have lunch at this time. It’s the same timeframe as his girlfriend has, I remember him gushing about the ordeal and how she’ll be starting classes.
The same girlfriend who’s rooming with the girl and who he made a blood oath with.
Of all the people I know, very few of them know how to properly do runic magic.
Especially powerful enough runic magic for something as powerful as a blood oath.
I take the long way to the cafeteria so I know I’ll miss the girl and cut through all the people like a knife in water. Even if I have to drag Ruleten to Asier so he can influence his empathic magic and make Ruleten tell the truth, I’m getting my answers.
The sneaky little brat didn’t seemed fazed by Varian’s magic even though she had to be. No one can resist empathic magic.
She said a devil raised her and was just like him, but even then no one compares to Varian’s power. Yet she looked at his truth pulling magic and fucking smirked at him. I swear even I could hear his thoughts about wanting to throw her over his knee and spank her ass red.
I find Asher’s green eyes right as he sits down on a bench.
His girlfriend is right next to him and I don’t see her across from him until I’m already beside their table.
I can already hear the whispers and feel the glances as I peer down at the little vampire.
The anomaly who is currently shoving roasted vegetables into her mouth.
And fucking all that is unholy, her damn perfume invades all my senses.
“You could at least chew,” I drawl. I don’t even process saying it. My head almost feels cloudy with her sweet scent and a throbbing ache in my fangs.