Reborn As The Vampire Noble Lady

Night had fallen, though midnight had yet to arrive. A quiet breeze swept across the open-air balcony of my mansion, carrying the faint scent of moonlit roses.

I stood with Gaim, Liza, and Emilia—each of us watching the velvet sky, waiting.

Tania had prepared everything. The ritual would begin soon.

Then came Esma.

Clad in a simple white robe, she approached with steady steps, her red hair gently swaying in the night breeze. Her bluish-grey eyes locked onto mine with unwavering resolve.

"You're certain?" I asked, my voice calm but stern. "There is no turning back."

"I am, my Lady," she said without hesitation.

I offered her the goblet—red wine, laced with my own blood. The sacred mixture.

"Then drink."

Esma took the goblet with both hands and raised it to her lips. The moment the wine passed her throat, the change began.

Within minutes, her breathing turned ragged. Beads of sweat covered her skin. Her knees buckled, and she fell, trembling violently. A scream tore from her throat, raw and primal, before she collapsed—unconscious.

Gaim moved instantly, ready to restrain her if necessary.

A minute passed. Then—

Her eyes snapped open, bloodshot and glowing. Her fangs extended. She let out a low growl—not like an animal, but like a predator holding itself back.

Kneeling, she breathed heavily, her entire body tense. But she didn't lunge. She was fighting it—fighting the hunger, the instincts.

I stepped forward, slowly and deliberately, and offered her a second goblet—this one filled with warm animal blood wine.

Her trembling hand took it. She drank greedily at first, then slower… until her breathing steadied and her body began to calm. Her eyes returned to their usual shade, and her fangs receded slightly—still there, but manageable.

Esma looked up at me and smiled—tired, but radiant.

I smiled back.

She was pale now, her veins faintly visible beneath her skin. Her strength had been born anew, but the transformation left her weak, like a soldier after battle.

"Take her to her room," I said.

Liza and Emilia gently supported her, carrying her inside. Tania followed with a fresh bottle of animal blood wine.

Esma would recover. And when she did, she would be faster, stronger, and far more dangerous than before.

She would be a weapon. My weapon.

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Later that night, as I stood near the balcony alone, Gaim approached me silently. His gaze was soft, yet filled with desire.

"My Lady," he said, "May I… stay with you tonight?"

I didn't answer with words. Instead, I reached for his hand.

We walked together to my bedchamber.

Once inside, we undressed each other slowly. He kissed my shoulders, then my breasts, then lower. I welcomed every touch. Then his lips met mine—soft, yet passionate. I allowed it. I even kissed him back.

We made love under the dim glow of magical lights, our bodies dancing together in rhythm. Three times we reached climax, his love released inside me each round, and I responded with pleasure, unashamed and complete.

Afterward, we lay together in silence, wrapped in each other's warmth. I allowed him to stay.

We slept together, naked, until morning light painted the walls of my chamber.

Tomorrow, I would hunt again.

But tonight… I let myself be touched.