(Erika P.O.V)
I awoke to something cold and hard beneath me. I was in a dim room, and there seemed to be others there too. My head hurt and my eyesight wasn’t all that good at the moment. I felt around to try and make out my surroundings. There was only tile, not the dry dirt and rocks from camp. I leaned my back against the wall and tried thinking of what I was doing before blacking out. All I remember is healing the little girl. Everything after that was a blur. My thoughts were interrupted as a pair of hands grabbed me by my shoulders, and was pulled out into a very bright room.
My eyes began to clear up as they focused on where I was. A servant had been the one to take me out and was now leading me to what looked like water. I began to look around. The place was decorated with large white pillars and paintings. There were statues and carvings all around. The more I saw of this place, the more my mind began to recall. I remember the child screaming, and I turned to see why she cried. Master Logan was standing a few feet away. He said something, but my mouth wouldn’t move or make words. I blacked out, and then nothing.
My mind came back to reality as I was dumped in a pool of water. It was cold, but I was used to it. The servant began to scrub me with what I think was called soap. She washed my entire body. The more she scrubbed, the more I saw the water turn darker and my skin get lighter. She washed my hair with scented oils. When I was clean she held up a towel, which I dried myself with. She began to brush my hair and handed me a white robe. The servant then left me alone, to get other slaves. I just stood there. The water I had bathed in gave back my reflection. I barely recognized the girl looking at me. My skin was milky white and smooth. The lips that were once dry and cracked were now full and soft. My pink hair was shiny and full of life, and my eyes were emerald green once more.
The more I looked at my reflection, the more everything became clearer. My eyes widened as I realized what was going on. I was being prepared for one of my masters. At that, I fell back on the floor. Should I feel scared or sad? Maybe I shouldn’t feel anything at all. I don’t know how to feel. I guess in some way, I always knew that things would turn out like this for me. I’m a slave. My purpose in life was to work and serve my masters in any way I can, even if it means to be nourishment for them. I just wish I could say goodbye to Synthai and Anko. After all, they are the closest thing to family that I have. My heart sank, as the thought of never seeing them again came to mind. Tears began to form in my eyes. When was the last time I cried? I tried thinking back. From what I remember, crying is a thing I’ve never done, even as I was being whipped. So why should I cry now? With that, I gathered my thoughts and stood up. The urge to cry faded away as I closed my eyes and convinced myself I was doing my job. Although I was interrupted when I heard what sounded like someone gasping.
It was Master a Logan.
(Logan’s POV)
My breath hitched as I saw her. She looked so different from before. Her hair seemed clean, and her skin looked like porcelain. But what stood out most was her eyes. They’re such a deep shade of green. As soon as she saw me, her body was on the floor bowing. Her scent began filling the air. My throat became dry. Ignoring the feeling of thirst, I decided to get closer to her. With every step, I took the scent of blossoms and blood got stronger. I began to feel more pain, but I endured it. I stopped when I was about a foot away from her, that was as far as I would let myself go. The scent was strong, and nearly made me go on my knees, but I put up with it.
“Get up.”
She rose from the floor, but her eyes still looked at the ground. I put my hand on her chin to make her look at me, but as soon as I touched her, my hand felt as if it was burning. But it was a strange soothing feeling, not the kind of burning from fire or the sun. She looked up at me, and our eyes locked. The more I looked at her, the more my instincts were telling me to bite her, to taste her. I could hear her heartbeat so clearly in my mind. It was a normal steady beat, not like the other slaves who basically have a heart attack every time I walk by. This girl wasn’t scared of me. She looked so calm, almost as if she didn’t know I was a monster.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Master Logan?”
She spoke. Her voice was so soft, and it made my thirst worsen. Everything about this girl made me dry, her looks, her voice, especially the scent of her blood. My instincts have never reacted this way with any human. Even Alex said he almost sucked Aana dry after we came back, and he didn’t even touch this girl nor was he this close. I let go of her face, and she bowed her head once more. Then, something within me began to beat. The scent of her blood was so much stronger for some reason. The air seemed to become filled with her fragrance. I looked at her and noticed something.
“Turn around.”
My thirst was unbearable at what I saw. Part of her white robe was bright red with her blood. I couldn’t help but put my hand on her back. The blood was fresh and warm, the smell of it was making my instincts really hard to control. She turned around. Realizing what was on my hand, she gasped and bowed once more, her back right in front of me.
“I-I’m so sorry Master Logan! My blood hast-”
“Hn, it’s fine. You look like an idiot for bowing at such a thing.”
The truth is, the more her back was exposed, so was her blood. I didn’t want to smell more of what I craved. As hard as it was for me to speak, I decided on asking her about what I had seen earlier.
“Tell me, what is it you were doing to that child?” She hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“I was healing her. She was brought to me by her sister, and she asked me to cure the little girl’s wounds.”
I looked at her to see if there were any signs of lies, but she seemed to be telling the truth.
“How do you know how to heal such serious injuries? I asked. Once more she hesitated as if trying to find the right words.
“All I know is that I’ve been able to heal ever since I was a child, I don’t know how I do it, it’s just something that comes naturally.“She said.
“Hn, well then why is it that you’re bleeding, can’t you cure your own wounds?”
“Yes, but I must have forgotten about this one.” She said while feeling her back and mixing the fragrance even more. I tried so hard not to give in to my thirst. Being in the same room with her was so unbearable. At this point, I could feel my eyes about to turn red, and just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, her robe fell off. Oh shit.
She quickly turned around to cover her body, exposing her wounded back, and jumped back in the water. I could feel my thirst taking over and my eyes turn crimson. I had to get away but my body wouldn’t move. It took all of my strength to quickly run out of the baths and to my room. I leaned against the wall and tried to breathe, but I couldn’t. I looked at my hand. It was covered with the one thing I really wanted right now. The red liquid was only a few inches away from my face, and the scent was so strong. I brought my hand up to my mouth and ran my tongue over the blood. As soon as I had one lick, my thirst was quenched, and my instincts calmed quickly. It was as if I had just drunk gallons and gallons of freshwater. Enjoying the relief of thirst, I began to clean my hand more. The blood tasted like the finest wine mixed with cherries. It was so warm, even though it was out of its owner’s body. Before I knew it, my hand had become clean, and my thirst for blood was gone completely. Normally, I would have to drink someone dry to fill me, and even then my thirst wasn’t gone. But with this girl’s blood, it’s as if I can go weeks without having to drink again. I was just glad my thirst was gone. I looked at my hand once more. I sighed and went to lay on my bed. I decided to just sleep for now. For some strange reason, it feels as if I can actually sleep tonight. Normally I can’t sleep at all.
I smirked as a thought came to mind. Maybe it’s because of the lingering taste of cherries in my mouth...
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