Dawn of Light - Reincarnated as a villain

I sat at my workbench in this dreary guild, far removed from the elegance of Crimsonvale Castle. The air here reeked of sweat and desperation, but I found solace in its simplicity. Anything was better than being confined within the suffocating walls of my family's castle, dealing with the politics and monotony of royal life.

"Should I take a disciple?" I mused aloud, my lips curving into a sly smile. "It might be fun to scold someone. Hehe." The thought of having a protégé entertained me, a pleasant distraction from the tedium.

A month later, I met him—a boy who seemed ordinary at first glance. His striking white hair and piercing blue eyes caught my attention, and though his face was handsome, I didn't think much of it at the time. He approached my desk with confidence, his voice steady as he asked, "I'd like to book a private training room."

"Five gold coins," I replied curtly, barely glancing up. He handed over the money and left for training, returning hours later to return the key without a word.

The next day, he was back. This time, he requested a public training room, and I couldn't help but notice the slight hesitation in his tone. Perhaps he was running low on funds? I handed him the key, and this time, I watched.

From my vantage point, I could see everything. My eyes widened as I observed him wielding dual affinities—ice and fire. The raw potential was undeniable, though it was clear he was just beginning to grasp their use. His movements were unrefined, but there was something about the way he adapted, as though his mind worked faster than most.

A day passed, then another. Each morning, he arrived without fail, dedicating himself to training. By the third day, I couldn't deny it any longer—this boy was a prodigy. His progress was astonishing, and I found myself drawn to his potential.

"Should I make him my disciple?" I pondered, resting my chin in my palm. "Hmm… let's see how he fares for a few more days."

On the third day, he didn't come in the morning. Instead, he arrived in the evening, looking ragged and worn. His armor was splattered with blood, the scent of it hitting me like a storm. My entire body screamed at me to move, to drink, but I held back, my fists clenching under the table.

From then on, he returned each evening, always with blood on his armor, always improving in his training. By the end of the week, my restraint was hanging by a thread. His blood wasn't just tempting—it was intoxicating, a melody calling to my very core.

One night, I couldn't resist any longer. I followed him discreetly, watching as he returned to a modest inn. I noted the room he stayed in and waited until the city fell silent. Then, at midnight, I knocked on his window.

His eyes widened as he opened it, startled to find me there. "Drusilly," he stammered, his voice heavy with confusion. "What are you doing here? Why did you come in through the window?"

I smiled at the sound of my alias on his lips. With a wave of my hand, I dropped the illusion that hid my true form. My mundane appearance melted away, revealing the ethereal beauty of my true self. My raven-black hair shimmered, my blood-red eyes gleamed, and my body seemed sculpted to perfection, curves that could disarm even the most resolute.

His gaze flickered over me, and I couldn't help but smirk. "I am making you my disciple…" I said, letting my words hang in the air as confusion and shock painted his face. "...and my slave."

"Wait, what??" he stammered, his voice a mix of disbelief and fear.

He swallowed hard, his panic evident. "Wh...who are you?"

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

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

Then I locked my gaze onto his, letting my predatory nature seep through my expression. "So, what do you say? Will you become my disciple... and my slave?"

"W...why do you want to make me your slave?" he asked hesitantly, his voice trembling.

I smiled wickedly, placing both hands on his cheeks, feeling the warmth of his skin against my icy touch. "At first," I 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."

He froze, my words sinking in.

"Every time you came back, I wanted to pounce on you, to drain you dry," I admitted, my 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."

"Is it possible that I can say no to both parts?" he asked weakly.

My expression darkened, and I leaned in closer, letting my cold breath brush against his skin. "No," I whispered. "You can't say no."

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

"Wait—" he barely got the word out before my fangs sank into his neck.

The moment his blood touched my tongue, my world tilted. It was beyond anything I had ever tasted—delicious didn't begin to describe it. It was divine, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive. If any vampire even caught a hint of this blood, wars would be fought for it. I can't make him my slave, what if his blood will lose his divinity.

As I drank, I felt myself losing control, the urge to drain him dry overwhelming. But then, he pushed me away, his strength surprising me.

Regaining my senses, I stared at him, my voice trembling with disbelief. "W...what are you?" I murmured. "This isn't possible. No human's blood should taste this… divine."

For the first time in my life, I felt fear—not for myself, but for what I had just unleashed within me.