Mommy's blood lust (18+)

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The next few days passed in a haze of training and sleepless nights. Louis pushed me to my limits in every session, testing not just my physical endurance but my mental strength as well. The dagger in my hand felt like a foreign object, yet it became an extension of me—a necessary tool in a world where every shadow seemed to hide a threat.

"Focus, Rose," Louis would say, his voice firm but not unkind. "You need to be quicker. A second's hesitation could mean your life."

I would nod, trying to push aside the thoughts of Celeste that kept creeping into my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the image of her. It wasn't just the bond that pulled me toward her—it was something deeper, something I couldn't explain.

The mansion itself felt like a living entity, its vast halls echoing with secrets I wasn’t privy to. Every creak of the floorboards, every flicker of candlelight, seemed to whisper warnings. And yet, the more time I spent here, the more I realized how little I understood about this world—about vampires, about Louis, about Celeste.

On the fourth day of training, after hours of grueling drills, Louis suggested I join them for dinner again. There was a strange urgency in his invitation this time, a look in his eyes that told me he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

I stood outside the dining hall, my hand hovering over the door handle. From inside, I could hear the low murmur of voices, the clinking of silverware against porcelain. My heart raced as I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The dining hall was as grand as I remembered, with its long, polished table that seemed to go on forever. Louis was seated near the head, flanked by several other vampires I didn’t recognize. When he saw me, he stood up, a warm smile on his face.

“Rose, I’m glad you decided to join us,” he said, pulling out a chair beside him.

I hesitated, feeling the weight of their gazes on me. The room was filled with an odd mix of scents—fresh flowers, burning candles, and something faintly metallic that turned my stomach. I took the seat next to Louis, trying to ignore the unease settling in my chest.

As a servant placed a bowl of soup in front of me, I glanced around the table. The other vampires were watching me with varying degrees of interest, their eyes gleaming in the candlelight. I forced myself to take a bite of the soup, its warmth doing little to ease the chill I felt inside.

Louis, sensing my discomfort, steered the conversation toward safer topics. He asked about my life before all of this, about my family, my dreams. It felt almost normal—if I ignored the fact that I was surrounded by vampires.

But then, the conversation took a darker turn.

“So, how’s the blood bond treating you?” a tall vampire with striking blue eyes asked, leaning forward. “Must be quite the experience, being tied to someone like Celeste.”

His question hung in the air, sharp and cold. I froze, my mind racing for a response. Louis, ever the protector, cut in before I could speak.

“That’s enough, Adrian,” he said, his voice firm. “Rose is still adjusting.”

Adrian smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Of course. My apologies.”

The rest of the meal passed in tense silence. The earlier ease was gone, replaced by a palpable tension. I could feel their curiosity, their hunger to understand my connection to Celeste. When the dinner finally ended, I muttered a quick excuse and rushed back to my room.

Once there, I collapsed onto the bed, my thoughts a tangled mess. I couldn’t keep pretending that everything was normal—nothing about this situation was normal. And the more time I spent here, the more I realized I couldn’t just forget about Celeste, no matter how much Louis and the others tried to push me away from her.

As I lay there, staring up at the ornate ceiling, the weight of my situation pressed down on me. My mind kept replaying Adrian's question, the way he had looked at me, like I was something to be dissected, understood, controlled. But what unsettled me even more was Louis’ reaction—how quickly he had shut Adrian down, how protective he had been. It made me wonder just how much he knew about my connection to Celeste, and why he was so intent on keeping me away from her.

That night, sleep eluded me once again. I tossed and turned, my thoughts racing, my emotions a whirlwind of fear, guilt, and something else—something I didn’t want to name. By the time dawn broke, casting a pale light across the room, I had made up my mind.

I needed to find Celeste.