Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213 Chapter 47.4 - Her Change

213 Chapter 47.4 - Her Change

Maya's world was a tempest of conflicting emotions. As she drank from that neck, the rich taste of his blood flooded her senses, creating a strange dichotomy of pleasure and turmoil.

"Senior….. calm down."

But the moment Maya heard that voice, her movements came to a stop.

'Junior?'

The person whom she had just seen his body getting pierced by the claws…It was his voice. Then she realized the person whose blood she had been drinking was actually her Junior all the time.

Tears mingled with the crimson droplets, lost in the shadows of the cavern, a paradoxical scene of sorrow and sustenance.

'Why am I doing this?' The question echoed in Maya's mind, her heart torn between the thirst for blood and the agony of her transformation.

She felt a profound sadness, not just for herself but for the person she was feeding on. She could sense his pain, not just physical but emotional.

'Why am I here?'

Her crimson eyes, clouded with inner turmoil, met Junior's gaze. His touch disrupted the trance she was in, and for a moment, the act of feeding ceased. His gentle patting, his attempts to soothe her, sparked a flicker of warmth within her.

She could only convey her apologies to him. While he fought with the vampire, while he was injured from the fight, while he probably came here for her….

What was she doing?

Just like the same beast he had fought and trapped her, she was drinking his blood in ecstasy. She didn't even care about how he might have felt.

'Why is he doing this?'

As Junior reached for her face, gently pulling her away from his shoulder, Maya's lips quivered with unspoken words. She wanted to convey the conflict within, the battle between her vampiric instincts and the remnants of her humanity.

'He should hate me.'

She knew what she did was a betrayal. Betrayal to his trust…

Betrayal to his efforts. She knew she was a bad person for harming the very person who came to save her.

"It is okay."

However, despite her fears, Junior reassured her.

His words, soft and comforting, cut through the darkness that threatened to consume her. He encouraged her to drink if she needed to, assuring her that he was there for her.

'But, what if I turn into a monster just like them.'

She remembered the voice inside. She remembered how she disregarded everything and gave in to that feeling.

"It's okay. You can drink if you need to," He reassured her. "I'm here for you."

'No, don't stay that. If you say that…..'

She wanted him to hate her. She wanted him to despise her so that she could find the strength to hate herself. She wanted him to give her a reason to hate her….

She wanted to hate herself.

"B-but…..I will h-hu-"

"I am okay now."

But as his words conveyed otherwise, she couldn't find the strength to refute. As his cold hands, probably because of the lack of blood, caressed her flushed cheeks, she couldn't do it.

'I can't resist.'

Yielding to the gentle pat on her back, Maya's hesitation crumbled, and her eyes transformed into the vivid hue of a vampire.

"S-sorry….."

With a whispered apology, she plunged back into feeding, this time from his neck.

'His blood... it's different.'

Maya's inner turmoil persisted, but the warmth she felt was not just physical. Something, an energy that was inside him….it was different.

The rhythmic sounds of her gulping merged with the cavernous silence, and despite the unusual circumstances, a strange calmness settled within her.

'I like his blood.'

She finally admitted it.

The admission, unspoken, resonated in Maya's conflicted heart. The taste of Junior's blood was a revelation, a strange comfort amidst the chaos of her transformation.

The guilt and sorrow battled with the undeniable satisfaction, leaving her torn inside as she continued to drink from the person she never wanted to harm.

'But, no other blood can satisfy me.'

She didn't know why, but in this place filled with the blood of the vampire count and his victims, she felt repulsed by their smell.

The smell of blood emanating from them was supposed to make her feel the desire. But she felt the complete opposite. She felt repulsed by their existence.

However, that wasn't the case for him.

Maya's crimson eyes wandered around Junior's body as she fed. The torn and tattered clothes revealed glimpses of his bare skin. Though not overly muscular, his body bore the dense strength of rigorous training.

'He's been through so much.'

Her gaze traced the scars and marks on his body, a testament to the struggles he endured. Despite the hardships etched into his flesh, there was an undeniable resilience.

In this moment of vulnerability, as she drank from him, Maya couldn't help but acknowledge the strength that lay beneath the surface.

The repulsion she felt for the blood of the vampire count and any other human intensified. In contrast, the scent of Junior's blood, intertwined with the echoes of his struggles, held a strange allure that defied the vampiric instincts within her.

As she looked at his body, she unknowingly wanted to look at his face. She also needed to take a breather, so she stopped drinking for a second and raised her head.

'Ah….'

As her eyes met Junior's, a sudden awareness struck her. The crimson hue of her vampire's eyes locked onto him, and in that moment, a realization cut through the fog of her thirst.