The Pride of a Pureblood

'Is she being serious?' Alvin thought, staring at the woman with a blank face.

Maybe it was the flickering glow of the flames around them, or perhaps something else entirely, but for a brief moment, he thought he saw a flush of color on Elara's pale face.

Ignoring the look on his face, Elara cleared her thought with a small cough and asked, "The situation you are in is quite grim." Ignoring the no-sh*t expression on his face, she continued, "Are you really willing to let go of your life like this? Are you ready to die in this place?"

Alvin appeared visibly annoyed by her questions. He lowered his head and looked at his injuries once more. 

Live? With these injuries?

He thought that Elara was making fun of him but when he saw the gentle expression on her face he could not help but calm down. 

He also could not ignore the fact that how this woman had escaped this disaster unscathed. Despite his injuries, Alvin's mind was surprisingly working at a much more advanced rate than usual.

The pain he should have been feeling was blocked by his brain from the sheer severity of his injuries and the intense pain it brought, it was like a surviving reflex of his body, it shut itself off to extend Alvin's life.

He knew he had several hidden injuries inside his body other than the one he could see, the headache, and the pressure on the brain, he knew it could be a concussion or intra-cerebral hemorrhage. 

He had so many injuries that he could not directly diagnose the cause of the symptoms he was experiencing.

'If only there was a hospital nearby I would have survived but with these injuries, moving me recklessly will only kill me faster.'

Not only was a huge chunk of his stomach missing but his legs were also crippled.

There was no way he could survive these injuries let alone live a good life. The more he thought about these things, the more he panicked internally. 

His body stiffened, his muscles started to contract and his vision blurred.

No, not now—!

A sharp pain shot through his skull, and suddenly, his entire body spasmed violently. His lips curled unnaturally, his fingers twitched, and darkness began creeping at the edges of his sight.

Sensing his fluctuating emotions, Elara's expression faltered for a second. When she saw him suddenly having a seizure, she hurriedly stepped forward and leaned down. The movement caused her braid to slip over her shoulder, swaying slightly, with a quiet voice she said, "Calm down"

Whatever she did, surprisingly worked!

Alvin's muscles relaxed, his mind cleared and his vision returned. 

His seizures stopped.

Unknown to Alvin, his eyes glowed with a red hue for a second before returning to normal. 

Alvin blinked, his mind had been jumbled by several emotions at the same time just a moment ago, now it felt… empty. Hollow.

He realized that something had happened, something inside him had changed!

All of the pain he was feeling a moment ago, the loss of his loved ones, it all simply vanished.

What did she just do?! Alvin looked up to meet Elara's gentle gaze, and now that gentleness sent off alarms deep inside of him.

He started to feel all the emotions, his grief, his helplessness, his pain, and even his anger were starting to fade away. His heart grew empty as he calmed down.

"What did you do?" Alvin asked softly, he wanted to get angry, he wanted to feel the pain, the pain of the loss.

He did not want this… stillness.

"This place, the reason for your suffering, it was all done by this man." Elara did not answer him, instead she turned to the side and showed the man she had been dragging behind her, "You survived only because this section was the farthest from the blasts. The wall in the middle took the brunt of the explosion before it collapsed."

Alvin took her words in calmly, there was not even a fraction of anger on his face, seeing him like this Elara looked away slightly but maintained a firm expression on her face. 

Alvin saw another figure appearing in his vision. An unconscious man, barely clinging to life. The moment Alvin registered the man's face, he realized who it was.

He knew who he was.

"Him?" The one responsible for all of this. The one who had taken everything from him. Staring at his face, Alvin felt anger and hatred started to bubble up but it all vanished as soon as it came. 

"Why tell me all this?" Alvin could not even feel annoyed at the moment, he simply looked at Elara and asked silently.

Be it the sight of the wounds of the man or the fact that the man was hovering in the air, Alvin should have felt confusion, shock, or disgust maybe even nausea.

But he felt… nothing.

'Is it some kind of hypnosis?' his thoughts snapped to the moment Elara had told him to 'calm down.' 

"How is that possible?" He muttered to himself softly, thinking what might cause the man to float like this, 'Is this magic? Or some other kind of power?'

"You asked what I did to you," Elara finally spoke, "Let me announce my identity once more,"

"I am Elara Metanoa, Heir to be to house Metanoa, one of the six most noble blood clans of the vampire race" As she started to speak, Alvin felt a chills all over his body. His breath hitched as he saw Elara's appearance undergoing a huge change. 

The color of her skin paled, her lips parted revealing a pair of canine teeth. Her hair and nails elongated a bit, her braid coming undone as silky strands of her hair fell in all around her shoulder, reaching her lower back. 

Once she finished her transformation, "I am a purebred Vampire." She declared with pride. 

There was not much change in her appearance but everything happened before Alvin's eyes leaving him no choice but to believe her words.