I didn't realize that would be my parents' last communication with me.
Martin told me he studied chemistry. The specifics were unclear to me since I had little interest in that field and didn't ask further questions.
Martin and I loved each other dearly.
We engaged in many wild adventures together.
I had fallen deeply in love with him.
But I was a mixed-blood vampire.
I couldn't be exposed to sunlight. I could only come out at night or during overcast days.
I worried that Martin would become suspicious. Even though he worked late hours, it was still light outside when he finished his job.
That night after our date, I returned home late.
"Princess," Kevin and Casey were waiting for me as I walked into the hall.
I glanced at them but didn't pay much attention. They were sent by my parents. They were probably there to persuade me to break up with Martin or leave this place and return to my own territory.
Ignoring them, I headed toward the blood pool.
"Your Highness, please come back with us," Kevin and Casey followed closely behind me.
"I'm not going back." I leisurely stepped into the blood pool, lying down as cracks appeared on my face, revealing my crimson eyes as I savored the rich scent of blood.
"Are Darl's people here again?" I casually asked while pulling someone who was soaking at the edge of the blood pool and biting into his neck without hesitation to drink deeply.
Kevin and Casey kept their heads down in silence.
I chuckled softly.
Why should I go back when no one was causing trouble? I had found my beloved. I wanted to be with him fully.
Darl had caused me trouble several times before, but each time he failed miserably. He simply overestimated himself.
4
After sending Kevin and Casey away, I continued living my carefree life.
For many days now, I've only appeared at night. This situation left me unsure how to explain things to Martin.
There were also many things we couldn't do together—like watching sunrises and sunsets, which are so romantic. Sometimes I resented being part of this race. But then again, if he were of my kind, wouldn't we be able to be together forever?
I loved Martin deeply. Such selfish thoughts flashed through my mind briefly.
I considered telling Martin about my identity. If he agreed, I could transform him into one of us.
But then fear gripped me—what if he was scared and left? Let alone becoming one of us. This inner conflict trapped me in turmoil.