Chapter 14: Aftermath
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’Certainly didn’t expect that to be that sensual...’
’Being a vampire comes with odd perks, huh...’
Corven let out a quiet laugh to himself, the sound dry and low, drifting into the blood-scented air like smoke.
Then his gaze fell back on the spawn—no, not a spawn anymore.
Something more.
Something awakened.
He could sense it in her aura, in the subtle shift of her posture, in the way her glowing eyes now held the faintest flicker of thought.
If he was to make use of her—if she was going to be his kin—then he needed to understand her. Not just as a creature, but as a person.
He stepped closer and gently guided her hand into his. Cold fingers slowly warmed under his touch. He began walking, leading her in a slow, measured pace around the graveyard, letting her muscles remember motion, letting instinct rebuild routine.
"So," Corven began, voice smooth but inquisitive, "what’s your name?"
The newly reborn vampire stumbled slightly but followed, her eyes scanning the field of death around them—upturned soil, shattered tombstones, the lifeless corpses of lesser undead twitching in their final moments of agony.