The room was dim, a quiet tension hanging in the air as Alix sat, her eyes tracing the strange shimmer beneath her skin. The cold metal was gone, replaced by something alive and dark. She flexed her fingers slowly, feeling the pulse—the unmistakable heartbeat of her new vampire nature.
"It feels different..." she murmured, voice low, "there's a hunger inside me now. Strength, thirst… but the sunlight still drains me, like you said. I'm not just the nano-body anymore."
Rowan stood close, his gaze steady and calm. "You're right. Your life is bound to mine now. The blood I gave you transformed more than just your body. You're my servant—a vampire touched by my essence."
Alix met his eyes, uncertain but searching. "So my life… it's in your hands?"
He took her hand gently. "Yes, linked in ways you don't fully see yet. Your strength, your survival—they depend on me."
Though she accepted this in part, her mind remained sharp and unbowed. Planning brewed beneath her calm exterior. "If I find a moment when he's vulnerable, outside the city… maybe I can break free," she thought.
One night, silent and cautious, she left the house, leaving a folded note neatly on the kitchen table:
"I will not come back. I am too strong to exist in this society."
The next morning, seven heroes arrived quietly at her empty home. They read the note solemnly, exchanged tired looks, and sighed deeply.
"She's gone," one whispered. "No sign of struggle."
"Too strong for this world," said another softly.
They left in silence, unsure what to think.
Meanwhile, on a quiet, empty road outside the city, Alix sat tense beside Rowan in the car. The night stretched silently around them, no other cars in sight.
Suddenly, she pulled a silver blade and struck at him. Rowan gasped sharply, a sudden pain flaring in his chest. His eyes flashed with mixture of shock and anger, then he laughed—wild, maniacal.
"You're too naive to win," he said coldly.
Alix's defiance only grew. She lunged again, aiming to strike his head. But suddenly, an invisible force gripped her heart. Pain knifed through her chest, and she collapsed to her knees, gasping.
Rowan's voice was calm yet firm. "From now on, I am your master. You are my bride. You obey."
Though she fought with every breath, the ache forced submission.
He ordered her out of the car. Reluctantly, she complied.
Rowan inserted his cock into her cunt and started pumping fast and aggressively.
He held both her boobs into his hands and continued pumping.
Both were both in the seventh sky and rocking. Rowan made her raise one leg and pushed his cock into her cunt and started pumping, he was slapping her ass again and again. She started to scream louder.
Exhausted, they remained in the car for a time, tension thick but silence between them as the road faded behind.
They then left the forest road, heading towards Gotham.
The city air was heavy and colder. At the station, Martha and her partner greeted them warmly. Martha rested a gentle hand on her round belly.
"Six months along," she said with a soft smile. "We look forward to new life."
Rowan's gaze darkened with purpose. "Bruce Wayne's birth is near. Metahumans, gods, ghosts, witches—they stir. I must build strength fast."
Driving towards his mansion, Rowan's mind churned through fragments of past lives—memories of battles, alliances, gods, metahumans, spirits, and ancient magic. He mentally listed what he needed to do: gather power, prepare, and explore all corners of this world.
At Veyron Mansion, the night was still. Alix knelt quietly on the floor, her eyes distant, thoughts reshaped by Rowan's control. Rowan lay back on the bed, resting, eyes closed.