Blissful Bite ─ Venti x reader

13. ; ADRENALIN OF HUNT

People get adrenaline rushes or dopamine craval when they face dangerous situations. The fighting itself was causing a rush in your blood, activating the adrenaline and taking all of your attention intensively. It was the last thing to find comfort in, and yet there I was.

Weird, and impulsive.

I got myself into messy and unnecessary fighting in the first years when I started training. They'd have to get 2 or more adults to stop me from killing the opponent, not just once.

There were actually quite a few of those cases, which in any other world would have been quite worrisome, but in this, under these circumstances, it was something to make a use off, not to grow a fortune, but to become a tool.

I diminished threats as much as I diminished physical strength for weeks. I had a list pinned on my back—if it were for a different path the government chose, they'd have me in jail, but I was useful.

However, I was their best choice at winning a war they couldn't win in. They needed someone they could bend to the point of abandoning their own identity.

I was most definitely that someone.

This mission was nothing beyond covering up the fact that the vampire's had the upper hand with conspiracy. They had no other choice but to set the odds on a rioting woman who was willing to go to all lengths.

If I were honest, which I was at the rarest of occasions verbally, I'd say they were desperate.

I was useful, but they monitored me for a while. I knew it, they were around, whether it were new employees or old ones. It could be anyone.

I threw my hands in the way of a tree, my skin ripped at the impact of the bark, I had grown softer, huh? Then I stood still for a moment as I watched the blood that had splattered from my hands on the tree.

It was hot, and its stream trailed my knuckles down to my fingers, left to drop to the ground. I remained quiet, and my breathing was faint and calm, unlike my mind, which led me to other things.

It brought up thoughts I suppressed for most of the day, thoughts that popped up a few dozen times in the last few hours. I saw nothing else to distract me other than taking what was next to me.

I didn't stop there, my first instinct was to take an arrow out of the quiver, take the bow, and aim with an eye closed, to shoot the bullseye wrapped around the straw puppet. The tip of the arrow bore into the targets chest.

I let out a deep breath and turned my head.

"Hello Diluc," I greeted before I pulled out the arrow with quite the force. Actually, I didn't struggle, but I had to be careful when I pulled the arrow tip out, it was further in than I expected. Thus having to bring back more force than I anticipated.

"I take it, you do prefer to work until it pays off?" He gave me a raised eyebrow when his eyes flickered swiftly to my bloody knuckles. It was brief, but I was attentive enough to catch sight of it. I brushed his words off and looked him straight into the eyes.

His red ruby eyes, darkening with a glint, a suspicion were sharing the color of his hair.

I held my words back, something about this silence, knowing I was with a possible target, was unsettling and intimidating.

"You're so stupidly reckless." he scoffed, "blood on your hand is unnecessary when training."

Of course, he'd have to bring that up.

"It's just proof I did my job right." I insisted.

He scoffed and shook his head.

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