Lucien accompanied the beautiful woman to a very ordinary house with an ordinary garden and blue paint.
He was expecting a large Gothic mansion like the ones you only see in movies, with gargoyles, chandeliers, and a butler named Igor.
Instead, it had a two-story house in front of it with painted bars and a crooked mailbox.
"Really... you live here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"What did you expect? A big mansion with bats?" the woman replied, rolling her eyes.
Lucien hesitated for a moment before entering. He suddenly remembered that, according to the "classic rules," vampires could not enter a house without an invitation.
He looked at her seriously.
"Hey, before you step in here... do you have to formally invite me, or how does it work?"
She looked at him, confused. "Are you serious?"
"Yes. Look, I don't want to either, but imagine I walk through the door and suddenly turn into smoke or explode like a gremlin in the sun."
The woman covered her face with her hand, exasperated. "Get on with it, idiot."
Lucien took a step forward, expecting a divine lightning bolt or something similar... but nothing happened.
"Wow... disappointing," he sighed sarcastically. "And here I was, imagining myself making a dramatic entrance like Dracula..."
When he crossed over, he froze. The interior of the house was ridiculously large, looking like something out of a real estate video, with chandeliers and more. Compared to the exterior facade, it was like heaven and earth.
He couldn't be more delighted with this contrast. Imagine, your house looks like a beggar's from the outside, but inside, boom! A mansion with all the luxuries.
Incredible, right?
Lucien looked around, just as a woman dressed as a French maid appeared. The moment his eyes fell on her, he realized that she was also a vampire.
She had long black hair, black eyes covered by glasses, and an attractive body. She appeared to be between 25 and 30 years old. She was a little tall, approximately 1.79 meters.
"Welcome, Miss Selene. I see you brought a guest." The maid's voice was neutral, without a trace of emotion.
"So your name is Selene..." He glanced sideways at the woman who had sucked his blood in an alley.
Selene just smiled. "Follow me. I know you have a lot of questions for me, right?" she said, looking him in the eyes.
Lucien nodded with a serious expression. He wanted to know more about what he had become and how he was going to live from now on.
They passed by the maid and walked toward the living room. She pointed to a luxurious black sofa, indicating that he should sit down.
Lucien nodded in agreement as he took a seat on the sofa and watched Selene sit down in front of him, crossing her thick legs.
"Before I begin to explain, you know what we are, right?" Selene crossed her arms, smiling slightly.
He replied honestly, "A vampire... or something like that."
"Oh, really? Why do you think that?"
"..." Woman, isn't it obvious that he's a vampire! Lucien resisted the urge to yell but replied, "First, I have the most obvious characteristics: pale skin, fangs, drinking blood, but..."
He paused, placing his hand on his chin, and said confusedly, "However, I don't have the weaknesses mentioned in movies and novels, such as sunlight, garlic, and running water, but I haven't tried silver and religious symbols..."
Selene's eyes widened as she listened to Lucien's words.
"Wait... What did you just say? Sunlight doesn't affect you?" The disbelief in her voice was evident.
"???" Lucien blinked, confused. He thought she was immune to sunlight. "Does sunlight affect you?"
"That's... impossible." Her voice is low and tense.
"So what usually happens when they're exposed to sunlight?" Lucien asked cautiously.
Selene smiled incredulously. "They turn to ash."
Lucien froze. The image of his body turning to dust under the sun sent a chill down his spine. He tried to laugh, though his voice trembled: "Great... I was a couple of steps away from becoming limited edition instant dust. Marvel missed out on a good extra, didn't they?"
Selene plopped down on the couch with a deep sigh and looked at Lucien as if he were a rare animal. "I thought so! It was a really good idea to turn you into a vampire. Those bitches should be thanking me. You're quite special!"
Lucien's eyes widened in surprise before his face transformed into a serious expression upon hearing her part: "It was a really good idea to turn you into a vampire." Although he felt a deep connection with her, one thing had nothing to do with the other.
"Explain yourself," he said, looking at her, his eyes glowing a deep blood red.
Selene smiled amusedly, finding the situation funny, but she spoke nonetheless. "Let's start at the beginning, and most importantly, to become a vampire, you have to be a virgin. So you never had sex."
'Ugh,' Lucien felt an arrow pierce his heart. "What would have happened if I hadn't been a virgin?" he asked after recovering from that hard blow.
"You would have become a ghoul, a mindless creature that only lives to eat corpses and human flesh," Selene said it as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
'Thank you, Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary, and all the saints... that I didn't have sex.' For the first time in his life, Lucien felt that being a virgin was a divine blessing.
Cough!
Selene pretended to cough, assumed the posture of a noble woman, and continued speaking. "Well, moving on, there are two types of vampires that exist in this world: the noble vampires, of which I am a part, and the slave vampires."
"The two species are the same, but at the same time they are not. For example: Noble vampires can have children, without exception, and they will inherit their parents' powers, which become stronger."
Selene raised her arm as her expression turned much colder, and an ice spike appeared in her hand. She explained, "My family has the power of ice, and I inherited it, but with the difference that I have the power to surpass them."
"What is the difference between slave vampires?" asked Lucien.
"They cannot reproduce, and they acquire powers related to personalities. These vampires are usually created to be slaves to noble vampires. In short, slave vampires are forced to serve their creators."
"Hmm... So, am I a slave vampire?" Lucien cursed his fate, as he was created by a noble vampire and had practically become his slave.
"I don't know, your case is very special. You should be a slave vampire, but at the same time, you're not." Selene looked at him, confused. "I have an idea what it might be, but I'm not sure."
"I see..." Lucien understood everything, but he couldn't help feeling annoyed. If he weren't "Special," he would have become a slave. He would go from being a corporate slave to a vampire slave.
What kind of shitty fate was that? In the end, he would still end up being a slave.
"Do you have any more questions?"
"Why did you turn me into a vampire?" Lucien got straight to the point, his red eyes shining brightly.
"Because of your blood, I was going to turn you into a vampire slave so I could drink your blood for eternity." Selene was completely sincere when she caught Lucien off guard.
'Is my blood special? Did that damn blood that caused me so many problems save me from becoming a slave?' He couldn't believe that black blood would end up saving him.
Suddenly, Selene settled herself on his lap with provocative ease, bringing her face close to Lucien's neck. Her lips barely brushed his skin as she slowly inhaled his scent.
"Let's leave the explanations for later..." she murmured in a low, vibrant voice. "I'm too hungry."
Before he could respond, her fangs pierced his skin. An electric shiver ran through Lucien's body as the suction began. The sensation was so intense that he couldn't distinguish between pain and pleasure; it was as if his soul was being ripped from him, and at the same time, he was being given a new life.
Instinct took control. His own fangs extended, and without thinking, he sank his mouth into Selene's neck. The taste flooded him immediately: warm, sweet, intoxicating. There was nothing else like it; it was an addictive nectar that pulled him deeper and deeper into a maelstrom of hunger and desire.
His fingers slid down her back until they firmly grasped her buttocks. He lifted her easily, feeling the light weight of her body in his arms, while blood trickled from her mouth in a scarlet stream.
With a sudden movement, Selene's dress gave way under his hands, revealing the fine black lingerie that molded her silhouette. The sight drove him even crazier, and he bit her again fiercely, deepening his bite.
"Ahh~" Selene let out a broken moan, arching her back against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist with surprising strength, squeezing him, melting him against her body. She, in turn, sought his neck desperately, drinking from it with the same greed.
They continued drinking from each other, each sip eliciting muffled moans and making them tremble with desire. The echo of their deep, ragged breathing filled the living room.
After a few minutes, Lucien pulled away, breathing heavily, his eyes shining with desire, and asked.
"There's something I want to ask. What are you to me? My master?"
Selene looked at him sensually and replied with a flirtatious smile.
"I'm your wife."