Dawn of Light - Reincarnated as a villain

"Wait, what??" I stammered, my voice a mix of disbelief and fear. Slave? She wanted me to become her slave? My mind raced, grasping at any explanation for this turn of events. In the game, Drusilla had been a character of authority and power, sure, but she had never enslaved anyone. She had only ever asked the heroine to become her disciple after being impressed by her skills. This... this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Was it because I wasn't the chosen one or a child of destiny?

I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the rising panic. "Wh...who are you?" I asked, feigning ignorance. It felt like the safest question to ask, considering the situation. The last thing I wanted was for her to suspect that I already knew her identity. If she thought I had prior knowledge, it would only make things worse.

She stepped closer, her red eyes gleaming in the dim light. "It's good that you asked," she said, her tone carrying an edge of amusement. "I thought you wouldn't, but now I get to formally introduce myself." Her smile widened, a mix of pride and danger. "I am Drusilla Crimsonvale, Princess of the Vampire Crimsonvale Royal Family."

My breath hitched as she confirmed my worst fears. She was exactly who I thought she was.

"I've been watching you," she continued, her voice soft but firm. "Your prowess these past few days has impressed me greatly. You're quite the genius, aren't you?" Her hand reached out, her cold fingers caressing my left cheek. A shiver ran through me—not from pleasure but from pure, unfiltered fear.

Then her gaze locked onto mine, and her smile turned predatory. "So, what do you say? Will you become my disciple... and my slave?"

The word slave hit me like a blow. I forced myself to make a shocked expression, hiding the knowledge I already had of her. Her proposal was unexpected, even for her character. Pride swelled within me at the thought of being chosen as her disciple, but that pride was quickly smothered by dread. "W...why do you want to make me your slave?" I asked hesitantly, my voice trembling.

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she placed both hands on my cheeks, her touch icy and commanding. "At first," she said, "I didn't plan to make you my slave. But then, I saw you returning from hunts, your armor drenched in blood. The smell of it… it called to me. Your blood is unlike anything I've encountered. It's almost ethereal."

I froze, her words sinking in.

"Every time you came back, I wanted to pounce on you, to drain you dry," she admitted, her voice carrying an edge of hunger. "I controlled myself… until now. But when you become my vampire slave, your body will regenerate blood, and I won't have to hold back anymore."

I felt the blood drain from my face, irony not lost on me in the situation. Still, I clung to a sliver of hope. "Is it possible that I can say no to both parts?" I asked weakly, knowing full well that her answer wouldn't be what I wanted to hear.

Her expression darkened, and she leaned in closer, her breath cold against my skin. "No," she whispered. "You can't say no."

She tilted her head, her raven hair cascading over her shoulder as she brought her mouth near my neck. Her voice dropped to a sultry, threatening whisper. "Let's make you my slave then, but first..." Her lips hovered over my skin. "Let me savor your blood in its pure, human form."

"Wait—" I barely got the word out before her fangs sank into my neck.

Pain lanced through me as her teeth pierced my skin, sharp and unyielding. I let out a strangled cry, my body stiffening as she began to drink. The pain gave way to an overwhelming sensation, a mix of pleasure and dread that clouded my thoughts. My vitality ebbed away with every second, and I could feel my strength fading.

I struggled against her, my hands pushing weakly at her shoulders. The first few attempts did nothing, but with a surge of desperation, I managed to shove her away on the fifth or sixth try. She stumbled back, her eyes wide and unfocused, as though she were in a trance.

Her chest heaved as she licked her lips, her expression a mix of satisfaction and confusion. When her crimson eyes finally met mine, there was something unsteady in her gaze. "W...what are you?" she murmured, her voice laced with disbelief. "This isn't possible. No human's blood should taste this… Divine."

I pressed a hand to my neck, trying to stem the bleeding as I glared at her. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind spinning with questions. What had just happened? Why was my blood different? And what would she do now that she'd tasted it?

Her gaze lingered on me, a flicker of something new in her expression. Curiosity. Obsession. And perhaps something even darker.