Vampire Subordinate

On a small hill, surrounded by the trees, an old man sat with long white hair before a little boy with black hair and amber eyes with a golden hue.

"According to our ancestors, Mother of Vampires, Moon Goddess, fell in love with the blood of Humans when she came on the Neero." The old man said in an aged voice.

Young man's eyes widened in shock, he asked, "Why Grandpa?"

The old man smiled toward the little boy and continued, "Vlad, my child, it's because the blood of humans for us is like a forbidden fruit; it gives us pure power and addiction."

Vlad nodded in understanding.

The old man continued.

"So, Mother of Vampires began drinking blood and losing herself to the bloodlust."

Vlad looked at the old man like a curious student, waiting in anticipation.

After a little pause, Grandpa continued again.

"Until one day, all the humans were killed, and only a boy and a girl remained. When she realized she was about to wipe out the human race, she felt immense regret."

The old man paused and looked at the sky.

"That instant, she left the Neero world, ascending in the sky. She made the Moon, sacrificing her life force. The moon lit up the dark sky for Humans. It blessed our world with light for eternity.

Her children, we, Vampires were given a mission to protect the Humans of the Neero."

"Ugh!"

Victor's eyes fluttered open, clutching his head in both hands as he sat up.

"Ugh, this headache is killing me," Victor screamed

Gradually, his headaches ebbed away, and he fell back on the bed with ragged breaths.

"What was that dream?" his eyebrows knitted as he thought of the dream.

'Moon Goddess, I met was different and felt different than the story that Grandpa was telling.' He thought

His eyes drifted outside the window toward the full moon standing in the sky.

The moonlight passed through the glass window and fell on his body. He felt soothing warmth spread all over his body.

Far away from the dorm of Victor, in a silent graveyard moonlight felt unusual.

Shadows of the graves and trees loomed around the graves, with sounds of owls echoing eerily in the silent night.

A newly made grave stood in the middle of the graveyard, 'Zack Anderson, the beloved Son' was written on the stone.

Suddenly, moonlight focused around Zack Anderson's grave like the stage lights.

Rumble!

Tiles of the grave vibrated.

Crack!

Smooth Stones of the grave broke, and cracks spread like spider veins.

Crack!

Boom!

The grave exploded, and dust spread around the grave like smoke.

As the dust slowly settled, a boy wearing a black suit, blonde hair, pale face, and blue glowing eyes stood under the moonlight.

Zack Anderson, now risen from the grave, stood tall, looking around.

Ding!

The crimson screen popped up before his eyes

[Status]

Name: Zack Anderson 

Lord: Victor Hans 

Race: Vampire 

Level: 1 

XP: 00/100 

Blessing: Moon Goddess 

Core: Liver (New Moon – Beginner) 

HP: 100/100 

MP: 50/50

Strength: 10

Agility: 10 

Vitality: 3 

Speed: 2 

Reflex: 2 

Intelligence: 5 

Perception: 3 

Free Stats: 0

CP: 0

Trait: Shadow Body – Locked 

Skill: [Rank-D] Swift Speed – Increase speed by 200% under moonlight.

Note: Zack Anderson, the first vampire created by Victor Hans. Cannot disobey the creator.

Zack's eyes widened as he read what was written on the screen before him.

"What!" he screamed, a hoarse sound echoed in the silent graveyard.

'What's going on? Am I dead? A Vampire? Zack clutched his head, crouching on the ground.

Tears were about to break out from his eyes

Whoosh!

Suddenly, he felt his mind become cold and clear. Like all the worries and sorrows tethered to his past life felt hazy. Emotions attached to his human self were slowly fading.

His eyes drifted back on the crimson screen, and as they slowly scanned, they suddenly stopped on the name of [Lord]

"So, it was you who killed me?" Zack growled with a hoarse sound.

He looked at his nails, which had grown sharper like a razor and were gleaming under the moonlight.

Thud!

Zack's head snapped to the side, hearing the sound. An old man fell on the ground, frozen in dread, fear carved on his face.

Zack felt an overwhelming hunger clouding his mind. His thoughts stopped, and only one thought dominated: 'Hunger for blood'.

The Fangs came out of his red gum and gleamed under the moonlight.

His eyes were glowing more menacingly. His heart raced under his cold chest.

He crouched low like a beast and pounced toward the old man.

Whoosh!

Like a wind, he moved through the shadows.

Bam!

He grabbed the old man by the neck, almost snapping his neck. The old man struggled in his hand like a chicken. The old man's hands and feet flailed in the air.

Zack, without any care, leaned in sharply to the old man's neck.

His fangs sank into the old man's neck, tearing the skin, and he started sucking.

The Old man convulsed with pain and horror-filled eyes. His life force slowly got sucked away.

The old man's body went limp, and Zack backed away, removing his fangs from the throat. He threw the body aside like a ragged doll.

Thud!

" Mhmmm," Zack moaned as he licked his lips, as the warm blood dripped.

"This feels wonderful, taste of blood – Mhmmm" Zack moaned again as he wiped his mouth with his fingers and licked.

Suddenly, a jolt of lightning passed through his spine, giving him goosebumps all over.

He felt the fear gripping his heart; his very existence felt the danger of getting wiped out.

"I have to pay respect to my Lord!" A worship-like sound escaped from his lips.

His eyes widened in horror as he realized what he had just uttered.

But he didn't stop, he moved like the wind, hidden under the shadows, and his destination was the dorm room of his Lord.

Back in the dorm room, Victor was meditating, sitting in the middle of the floor.

Ding…

[Zack Anderson -Awakened as the Vampire]

As Victor's eyes slowly opened and fell on the notification before him.

'What? Zack has become a Vampire. Victor thought before he could process it further…

Swoosh!

Something like a shadow entered his dorm room through the open window.

Victor became alert, his muscles tensed, as his hand went instinctively toward his short sword under the pillow.

As he focused on the shadows, Zack stood with dried blood around his fanged mouth and his claws out, ready for the attack.

Victor backed away a little, crouching low, he brought a short sword forward.

'Why? Why did my tormentor turn into a Vampire? I would have never bitten him if I knew this would happen,' Victor thought.

Zack glared at Victor and growled like an animal.

" You! Why did you kill me?" Zack's hoarse sound, full of resentment, echoed.

Zack felt his body suddenly become heavy, and he fell on the floor; blood in his veins flowed sluggishly.

Zack's thoughts also became sluggish. He screamed in his mind ' What's ….going….on?'

Victor relaxed as he looked at the notification before him.

[ Vampire can't aim their killing intent toward their creator]

Victor's eyes then drifted to the lying Zack on the floor, and he smiled, muttering, "Finally, fate is on my side."