Book 14: Chapter 2
I basically returned to my old status when I woke up the next day. Mommy Vyvyan had an abundance of mana, and it was very compatible with my body. My mana was derived from her, after all.
I was ready to die the last two days. I struggled with the pain that I’d rather be relieved from during the time. I, in fact, contemplated suicide. Thanks to Mommy Vyvyan, I was able to feel the bliss of being able to breathe and feel normal physically. I really did feel reborn.
I touched my lips. The soothing feeling of sucking Mommy Vyvyan’ blood yesterday evening was still in my mind just as my first time with Nier lingered in my mind. The satisfying and soothing bliss was a memory that was hard to forget. Based on my limited knowledge, the Galadriel Tribe was a tribe of dark elves who had completed their evolution. I never thought I’d enjoy the feeling of sucking blood.
My rationality told me the consequences of sucking blood – though said consequences were partially my conjecture. As far as consequences I experienced before, they were never pleasant. I was certain I’d grow an addiction to sucking blood. Once I was addicted, I’d have to rely on Mommy Vyvyan. Without her by my side, I’d have to resort to sucking the blood of others. If we were being hypothetical and say that I met Elizabeth, my girls or my wives. Wouldn’t I have to suck their blood at night, then?
Mommy Vyvyan was right. I had no choice but to stay by her side in the future in order to live. There was no way I didn’t miss the North. I wanted to return there. My mind was filled the images of my girls’ sleeping faces as well as Nier and Lucia’s. I was positive the two of them didn’t want me to leave, and I was also confident nobody could find Mommy Vyvyan if she refused to let others know where she was.
I wanted to go back, see my family and give my girls a hug. But alas, I couldn’t go back. Without Mommy Vyvyan, I couldn’t go anywhere. I didn’t want to let them see me sucking blood, either. You could say I was no longer an ordinary elf or human; I was a blood-sucking dark elf just as Mera was…
Mera was able to resist her urges to suck blood. I wasn’t addicted yet; however, I eventually would be, for I couldn’t survive without sucking blood. I couldn’t let my children see me in my bloodthirsty state nor could I endanger Lucia and Nier.
Nier and Lucia must’ve thought Vyvyan and I went missing. Actually, that was good to an extent. They could raise our children. I didn’t know what would happen to the elves; nevertheless, surely they’d be fine. Elizabeth would have to leave the North in due time, though, which meant that it’d all be on Freya. Freya was my sister in name. Accordingly, nobody would oppose her becoming the next monarch or regent.
I thought my life ended the moment I used magic. My body was a completely wreck. I couldn’t haul my broken body back to the North. On a positive note, living with Mommy Vyvyan wasn’t catastrophic by any stretch. It was fine for me to live in seclusion, where nobody would see me in my irreparable state. In my opinion, I accomplished enough important deeds there; it was acceptable for me to lead a peaceful life elsewhere for the remainder of my time.