Legendary Vampire in the Apocalypse
Chapter 30: His Vassal ~ 1

Chapter 30: His Vassal ~ 1

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That Friday night, 16th October, 2262

In the darkness of the night, walls of ice had blocked off the street that led into the alleyway towards Club Utopia.

Cold mist rolled off the walls, brushing along the ground towards where there were over a dozen zombie corpses impaled in all kinds of manners by ice spears. Then, there was a gnoll corpse lying dead, bleeding over the ground, with dozens of perforations through its flesh.

And deeper into the alleyway, there were more zombie corpses, as well as those of humans—people who had been killed by ice and wrung dry of all their blood—and finally, another gnoll corpse, this one far more mutilated than the last.

Its organs lay torn apart from its body, blood sprayed across the wall behind where its corpse lay, and more of it pooled over the ground.

Amidst all of this carnage, towards the opening of the alley, a feminine, tall figure stood, having rid herself of all the blood from her actions so that she might not stain her majesty’s body with its filth.

Her body had been held tightly into his arms, her countenance flushed faintly, with his head buried into her neck.

She could not have possibly thought that she would be granted such forbidden pleasure so soon after her summoning, for her majesty to choose her blood for his feeding.

Dion’s fangs had sunk deep into her neck as he devoured her blood so greedily that even the slightest stream that tried to slither down her collar, free from his mouth, was drawn back in by his suction.

Anastasia released a drawn-out sigh, her breath cold and misting from the use of her powers.

They had been like this for minutes by now, perhaps, and her composure had long left her.

She thanked the underworld for his condition keeping him for witnessing her in such a disgraceful state where she was being held up more by his embrace than her own legs.

The ecstasy of it had drawn out the strength in her knees.

And her satisfaction was compounded by her understanding that, for a sanguini’s feeding, the sensation their subject experienced was entirely dependent on the vampire themselves.

Had he despised her, thought to punish her for her tardiness, or not cared for her, she would not feel such a pleasure that filled her being. It would have been numbing, or excruciating, reducing her to the helplessness of an animal butchered alive.

Soon, she regretted feeling how he began releasing her.

"Anastasia..." Her name leaving his mouth was what had stunned her back into full awareness, "get... Shijo. He’s in the alley... by the door."

Dion spoke wearily, through a dragging hoarse throat, as he drew in long breaths.

He was still mid-transformation, and when full, he should have been rendered unconscious by its overwhelming nature, and yet he found the strength to resist it all, to speak.

"...And take us back... to my apartment. Pemberton Residences... on Selwyn Road, apartment GY-624."

Thereupon, Dion had finally given in.

He collapsed into her arms, and as she calmed herself, she caught him in a carry under his knees and beneath his back.

’...Shijo?’ Anastasi’s brows furrowed deeply, and in that moment, she had felt a deep wariness.

For him to speak the name of someone so fondly, they must have been someone important to him.

However, in this destitute world, it was far to unlikely that he was anything greater than a human.

Be that as it may, Anastasia hurried along down the alley, past the dismembered gnoll corpse, passing through the wall of ice that she had created as if it hadn’t existed at all.

In the alleyway that she had brought them into, her eyes had immediately drifted down to where the light had been coming from, through the door that had been left open. Then she looked downwards as she walked its way.

Anastasia’s footsteps slowed, her brows furrowing as she brought herself before the two corpses that lay on the ground there. Her eyes had at first lingered over the female zombie.

Then they fell over to the tear through the flesh of the male’s collar, from where the malignance of the zombies had been concentrated.

Without her paying attention to them, she had formed several ice spears in the air, and they tore through the zombies that were approaching from ahead of them.

Their heads exploded into frozen chunks of flesh, and they fell hard against the ground.

Anastasia’s attention drifted from Shijo’s corpse onto Dion’s slumbering expression. Her lips pursed faintly, and then she turned on her heel.

"Forgive me, my lord. I cannot bring it with us."

The body rapidly frosted over and broke apart, dispersing into flakes of ice that were lost, floating through the air.

Anastasia was then not in any wild hurry to reach his apartment.

She did not know where this building that he had spoken of had been; moreover, her majesty was slumbering over her arms.

She could not disturb him with an uncomfortable travel.

What if it forced him to awaken prematurely? She would have no words to deride herself!

With that being said, as she made her way out, all of the ice that she had created in the alley and on the street began to shave away into glimmering blue flecks.

These tiny ice particles flowed through the air, having been reduced back into mana, and they all swam through the air back into her body, restoring her drained mana partially.

’This will not be enough... My lord needs to preserve his own mana as much as possible to supplement his transformation. Even with the recovery that my blood will give him, the drain of maintaining my summoning over time may potentially leave his transformation incomplete.

With such a thought, she made her way through the city and its chaos, where screams filled every street that she walked, explosions and strange, sharp cracks rang in the distance, and the sounds of the tainted and the gnolls resounded; she also searched.

"Kill them!"

"Run, hurry!"