Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Chapter 47.2 - Her Change

211 Chapter 47.2 - Her Change

'What is this?'

She opened her eyes into the same darkness again.

Everything felt cold; the world was cold.

'I am the same.'

She wanted to believe that; she wanted to keep that belief.

'I am hungry.'

However, both her emotions and her feelings betrayed her at the same time. The moment she felt the intense hunger and thirst for the first time, she inwardly knew things would never be the same ever again.

The darkness enveloped her senses, and Maya found herself in a world of cold shadows. An unsettling calm settled over her, and for a brief moment, she clung to the belief that she remained unchanged.

Yet, that illusion crumbled swiftly.

A gnawing hunger clawed at her insides, a sensation alien to her human self. It echoed through her newfound existence, an insatiable thirst that betrayed the semblance of normalcy she desperately clung to.

As that bastard's blood coursed through her veins, a metamorphosis unfolded.

Each drop seemed to rewrite the very fabric of her being, the essence of vampirism taking root within her. Her senses heightened, and the cold darkness became a canvas painted with vivid details.

The hunger intensified with every passing moment, a ravenous force that threatened to consume her humanity.

Deep down, Maya understood that the course of her existence had been irreversibly altered by the forbidden communion with the ancient vampire.

'Those bodies….'

The memory of the hanging bodies in the dim chamber resurfaced, but this time, Maya's reaction was different.

'I want to drink their blood…..I need blood…'

The revulsion that had initially accompanied the gruesome sight seemed to wane, replaced by an unsettling curiosity. The hunger within her whispered macabre suggestions, urging her to consider those lifeless forms as a potential source of sustenance.

'Why? Why do I think this way?'

A conflicted turmoil brewed within her. The very thought of consuming another being, especially one of her own kind, sent a wave of self-disgust through her. Yet, the hunger persisted as a relentless force that demanded satisfaction.

'But, I am hungry.'

In this newfound state of existence, the lines between humanity and monstrosity blurred, and Maya grappled with the unsettling realization that she was no longer the person she once knew.

'This is wrong.'

The darkness that embraced her was both an external reality and an internal transformation, each passing moment eroding the remnants of her humanity.

'But I am hungry.'

As the vampire continued to supply her with blood, Maya felt her hunger being sated.

'It feels good.'

The repulsion she initially felt toward the taste of the crimson liquid seemed to dissipate, replaced by an odd satisfaction.

'You are disgusting.'

Even though an inner voice recoiled at the thought, she couldn't deny the strange allure of the blood.

'But, it is delicious.'

It was as if the essence of her being craved it, adapting to the macabre sustenance provided by her newfound vampiric nature.

'You are pathetic to like it.'

The internal conflict persisted—a battle between the remnants of her human morality and the emerging instincts of the creature she was becoming.

'You are no different than those demons.'

Maya struggled to reconcile the repulsion with the undeniable satisfaction the blood brought, a dichotomy that echoed the complexity of her transformed existence.

'Huh?'

However, at that exact moment, suddenly, as if a veil had been abruptly lifted, Maya felt the supply of blood ceases.

'Where did it go?'

The crimson lifeline that had sustained her through the transformative process vanished, leaving her in a state of profound disarray.

Withdrawal effects surged through her like a torrent. It wasn't just the physical hunger that clawed at her insides; it was an overwhelming psychological craving that threatened to unravel the fragile threads of her sanity.

'Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back.'

As the blood supply abruptly halted, Maya felt the ground beneath her shatter. The lifeline that had sustained her transformation vanished, leaving her suspended in a limbo between what she was and what she was becoming.

The hunger, once a dull ache, erupted into a tempest within her. It wasn't merely the physical sensation of an empty stomach but a psychological abyss that beckoned her toward the edge. The shadows in the dim chamber took on a sinister quality, dancing with a malevolence that mirrored the turmoil within.

The abrupt cessation of the blood supply intensified the internal conflict, and Maya found herself teetering on the precipice of a profound abyss.

Every fiber of her being screamed for the crimson nectar that had become both sustenance and torment. The air, heavy with the scent of blood, teased her senses, heightening the desperation that clawed at her sanity.

"Haaaaah...Haaaah….."

The metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, a tantalizing reminder of the sustenance she craved but was now denied.

Maya gritted her teeth, a futile attempt to stave off the insatiable hunger that threatened to consume her. The echoing mantra of "Bring it back" reverberated through her mind, each repetition driving her deeper into the clutches of a maddening craving.

'I need it back. I can't lose control.' The struggle was intense; an internal battle waged against the withdrawal effects that clawed at her psyche. Her attempts to rationalize, to assert her human will over the burgeoning vampiric instincts, felt like a feeble whisper against the rising tempest.

The dim chamber bore witness to the silent war within her. Shadows danced as Maya wrestled with the visceral yearning, her form contorting as if trying to escape the confines of her own skin.

'I am not a demon. I am not a demon.' The mantra clashed against the growing whispers that taunted her with the allure of surrender.

'I need it. I need it. I need it. I need it. I need it. I need it. I need it. I need it.'