It was good news for Kier that he'd get to choose the recipient of death transfer as he advanced to higher levels. He wasn't the kindest person but he held onto some morals. He couldn't just let a random person to die on his place.
If it was possible to choose the recipient of death transfer, it could come handy.
Walking out of the alleyway, he glanced behind him. He remembered the face of the vampire who attacked him clearly. It was odd that it wasn't anger he felt. Somehow, he was pleased at the thought of becoming a vampire. Of becoming something who can stand his ground against predators.
Standing beside the street outside the alleyway, Kier looked up.
"Condolences," he whispered to the misty sky. He felt sorry for the person who died for him tonight. If he was a kind person he didn't deserve it, but if he wasn't, Kier wouldn't be guilty to take his life.
The consolation he had was he didn't know whom he had killed.
"Are you alright, kid?" the old taxi driver asked Kier when he saw the state he was in. His white shirt was filled with an ample amount of blood stains.
"Yes," Kier simply said and gave the driver his address.
He didn't have any wounds and his body seemed to be in a perfect state. But he didn't feel entirely good for some reason. He felt groggy and there was this odd ache in his throat unlike he'd ever felt before.
[It's because you haven't feed.]
The system's voice echoed in his head.
Feed? He had some snacks in the pub while drinking. The hunger couldn't be that bad—
No. He forgot he was no longer a human. He was a vampire now and this wasn't ordinary hunger.
He was hungry for blood!
At that thought, Kier realized the taxi smelled oddly pleasant. It didn't come from the perfume the taxi driver used but from his scent as a human. The scent of his blood.
Kier could almost taste the sweetness in the air.
[New Task.]
[Sate your hunger and you will receive 20 DP.]
[Do you accept this task?]
"Yes," Kier muttered unconsciously under his breath.
It was too late when he realized what he had said.
How should he sate his hunger? Of course the answer was obvious, but Kier couldn't seem to wrap himself with the idea that he must feed on human blood now. He wasn't very righteous but he had never killed anyone. Well, technically, not with his own hands.
The taxi was filled with the scent of human and the more he stayed inside, the more the hunger grew stronger. It was like there was a monster clawing its way out of his chest, begging to be unleashed.
Kier stared at the driver from behind. There was a thin colored smoke like thing around him, like an aura.
Vampires could see the aura of sin essence in a human's body. When human hearts grew corrupted from all the dark emotions and sins they committed, sin essence would grow in their blood.
Vampires could feed on any human blood, but sin essence made them thrive. It was like a cherry on top of a cake, the nourishment that make them strong. Normally, a vampire's core once they were born or turned, their core would be linked to a particular sin essence. It means they could be most satisfied feeding on a blood with that sin essence.
But how could Kier know which sin essence he was linked to? It wasnt included in the information the system showed him.
Looking at the taxi driver, he realized that his dominant sin was Pride.
He had read stuff about vampires before. The information about them was widely accessible, so it wasn't really hard to know about them.
The sin essence were tied to the sins of the humans and the aura of each sin essence were different to one another. Pride was said to be glittery white. All vampires had the ability to see the auras of sin essence, and could turn it on and off whenever they pleased.
Kier wasn't yet well-versed of his new body. He thought that it must be his hunger activating the the ability to see sin essence.
He looked down at his hands. They were clenched and trembling slightly. His throat was dry and aching for something he had never tasted.
What should he do?
***
"You seemed to be in a foul mood."
Ayla didn't cast the person a glance when she entered a pub. It wasn't the same pub she went to with Kier earlier that night. This pub in District 15 wasn't for humans but for vampires. It was designed in a way that vampires could only enter.
The person who talked to her was the male bartender and the owner, Hethor.
"Just give me my usual drink."
Hethor mixed liquor with preserved blood. It wasn't long before he placed a glass in front of Ayla.
Ayla didn't talk and just took her drink. Her last proper meal was three weeks ago and she thought she could have a fun hunt tonight, but it was all ruined. Thanks for that damn Kier Zoldrec.
How could he be so clueless while she was planning to kill him? And that glimmer in his eyes while he talked about that girl neighbor playing piano… she wished she hadn't seen it.
The pub's door opened and a man entered with arrogant strides.
Ayla immediately smelled a familiar human scent that made her stop drinking.
She turned her head and saw a vampire she was acquianted with. But the vampire carried a strong human scent. Kier's scent. She couldn't mistake it because she had been with him only a couple of hours ago.
Realizing what it meant, the glass in Ayla's hand was shattered by her fingers.