Chapter 59: Sacrifice! Red Silk meets the Dragon!
Flashback
"Mother mother! Why musn’t we drink blood like the others?"
"Because, Manasseh, my child." Her mother petted her head as she softly smiled. "It dulled our senses, it casted away who we are, for nobles must never drink blood, but instead lead wtih mercy and defiance against our betrayer ancestor."
"But no blood equals to no strength, mother! I thought that’s what vampires are about?!" The child flailed her arms in the air, her fangs glimmering in the moonlight dimmed not even a sliver of silvers.
"Strengths aren’t just claws and bites, Manasseh. The fact that we are the only ones granted the ability to speak is no coincidence." The mother’s silver hair, in contrast, dimmed compared against the moonlight, indulging in a silvery sorrow.
"M-my lips?"
"Your lips, Manasseh. For us, to speak is to rebut, to rebut is to retaliate, and to retaliate is to sacrifice, sacrifice every ounce of what should have defined us as bloody beasts, into a pure noble with elegance and tact."
"Ah, I-I want to elegant too, mother! Just like you!" Manasseh raised her hand in excitement. Never has she managed steady steps for a dance, or languages from a noble, maybe the path of nobles wasn’t for her, but her smart mind drawing on a blank white sheet presented other paths, other possibilites, all craddling embers for a passion she never knew existed.
A sad smile curved from her mother’s lips, before petting Manasseh’s head. "That’s right my babygirl. Never forget yourself, never forget what defines you, never let go of your noble title, for you are prideful vampires of Bloodhound, my one and only daughter."
That night, when the child curled up in the bed, she drew upon a silken scarf, one she secretly learned from the maid to stitch it herself. The crimson cottons and flailing fabrics would go well with her mother’s white hair, as the red-haired vampire nodded to herself before sobbing out of pain from the pained fingertips, yet the eagerness for a pleased smile and petting fuelled her skillful fingers, an early perchant and bond with silks and strings.
So when she heard her mother came in the form of a coffin, the girl was hugely disappointed.