The girl finally woke up from her unconscious state.
Trying to rub her eyes, she realized that both her hands were tied.
Panic set in and she frantically scanned her surrounding, searching for danger and the person responsible for keeping her captive.
She realized that she was laying on a bed and a rope was tied around her feet, tying them together.
Next to the bed, at the study table, she saw a boy with white hair sitting on the chair, looking at her with a small smile on his face.
For some reason that smile irritated her.
This was the feral vampire boy that attacked her on the stairs.
She noticed that he had no shirt on, sitting there with an exposed torso, that sight made a fresh wave of panic rushed into her.
Her imagination went wild, thinking that the boy could have done anything to her while she was unconscious, and defenseless.
"Relax, nobody did anything inappropriate to you, I swear."
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"Relax," I said "nobody did anything inappropriate to you, I swear."
My words seemed to have no effect on the girl.
She completely ignored my words and shifted her body on the bed, trying to feel if there are any abnormalities on her.
Her features visibly relaxed when she noticed that nothing was done to her, but she still glared my way with open hostility.
'I'm never beating that sexual assault accusations.'
I mused inwardly, thinking back to the reason why I was exiled in the first place.
"See, I told you. Nobody touched you."
"Where am I?"
'Mmh? What game are you trying to play?'
I know that this girl could easily break her way out of this sorry ass example of a hostage situation.
Before my punch sent her flying, she casted a wind-barrier to protect her in the blink of an eye, showing how proficient she is combat.
So she could easily break out of those ropes using her affinity or simply just tugging at the rope hard enough and it would snap like a twick.
And once she broke free, she could beat me to a pulp before I could even form a single thought.
And her lack of caution and fear towards me tells me that she knows that too.
That means that this girl is up to something.
Either she is doing this to gauge my character, or she has some other motive.
"Ah. Excuse my rudeness," I said, choosing to play along and to figure what her end game is.
"Welcome to my humble abode."
"I can see that. But where exactly is your 'humble abode'?" She asked, looking around the room she was kept 'captive' in.
"In the same building I kicked your ass."
Her eye twitched at my comment, barely imperceptible, but I caught it.
'It seems like she doesn't like losing.'
"Oh, really? And why did you bring me here?"
"For three reason actually." I said, holding up three fingers.
"First; the gentleman in me refuse to leave a weak, defenseless girl like yourself to die."
I shamelessly referred to myself as a gentleman when I was the one who brought her to the brink of death.
Her eye twitch again when I called her weak and defenseless.
"Second; since I saved your life, I figured you could repay the favor by answering some questions I have."
Her lips curved into a small smile when she heard that I would be needing something from her.
It seems that she found something she could use against me.
I, too, realized that what I said was something she could possibly use against me. But that's exactly why I said it in the first place.
So once she uses it against me, I could use that to figure what game she is playing.
"And lastly, you taste delicious."
Her face flushed red when I said that. I didn't know if it was from anger or if she was blushing, but I chose to believe that it was the latter.
"Tch." She clicked her tongue in annoyance.
But I saw how her body tremble slightly when I brought up how I forcefully drank her blood. It looks like that event had her shaken.
"So, since you already pulled of the heroics of saving the damsel in distress, I guess asking your questions comes next."
'Smooth.'
I couldn't help but compliment how effortlessly she changed the subject and draw attention ayaw from herself.
"I didn't think you'd be so eager to repay the favor. I thought it would take more convincing."
"Just get over with. You're starting to irritate me."
"Well, excuse me for trying to liven up the atmosphere, Miss Uptight."
I barked back, slightly offended by her calling me irritating.
Her glare intensified, but before she could say anything back, I continued.
"Where I come from, it is common courtesy to introduce oneself first before asking the name of a another.
With that said, my name is Julien and yours?"
"Gizelle."
The way she answered without hesitation should've raised the bullshit-alarms, but for some reason I didn't think she was lying.
"So, Gizelle, where exactly are we right now?"
"Aren't we in your 'humble abode'?"
"I said that, but the things is... I don't exactly know where this is?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm sure you notice that when I kick your ass that I wasn't myself. I was nothing but a mindless beast driven by hunger."
"I noticed." She said, annoyed by me bringing up her loss in battle.
"Well, like I said, I'm a gentleman, and even though I'm a vampire, the gentleman in me refused to prey on others to sate my hunger.
That's why I decided to lock myself up in this apartment. To fight against the urges of the vampire.
Long story short: I failed, turned feral, broke free, attacked you, kicked your ass, drank your blood and then I woke from my feral state.
But once you wake up from your feral state, you forget everything. I'm talking about everything.
But you instinctively know who you are, who's your family, and where you stand in the Vampire Hierarchy."
"I've never heard about something like that before."
It was clear that she was sceptical, not because she didn't believe me, but because this is the first time she has heard of something as absurd as this.
"Well, maybe it's because this only happens to pure blood vampires."
"Alright," she said, still sceptical, but opting to believe me for now.
"So you want me to tell you about this world."
"I'd appreciate it."
"This planet is called Noctis," Gizelle began, "And Noctis is the–"
Suddenly she stopped talking.
I looked at her, searching her face, trying to see what was the matter that caused her to stop so abruptly.
"You know what? I think it's better if you see it for yourself."
She effortlessly broke the ropes tied to her, stood up and walked to the door.
"You coming?" She asked without looking back.
I followed behind without hesitation, eager to see what she was up to.
"You're not going to wear a shirt?"
Her eyes lingered on my torso for a moment longer than necessary. I caught the small nod of her head, satisfied with what she saw.
"No, I'm comfortable like this."
I chose not to comment on it, but silently celebrated inwardly. Happy to know that she isn't immune to my charm.
I was worried that she was when she showed no interest earlier, but my worries proved unfounded.
"Why are you even half-naked in the first place?"
"Like I said, you taste delicious. I thought that I could use my charm and handsome features to convince you to give me another taste."
Even though I gained a skill from the system to helps me combat the desire for blood, that doesn't mean that I will never indulge in it.
No, it's to good to pass up.
I will only drink from people that willingly offer me their blood.
"I have to commend your efforts."
"Is it working?"
I asked, stepping into the elevator after Gizelle.
She pressed the button that leads to the rooftop of the building.
"You'll have to put in more effort if you want to succeed."
I leaned back against the wall of the elevator, as it ascends.
I thought that she would be to shaken from that incident and would never give me ⁿanother taste.
But it looks like she is stronger than I thought.
"Does that mean you want me to remove my pants too?"
Gizelle's head snapped to me with inhuman speed, her eyes narrowed to glare.
"Don't flatter yourself." She spat.
Even though she said that, she couldn't hide the blush that crept onto her face.
'She's really gorgeous.'
I noticed that feom the very first moment I saw her, but her reaction just amplified her beauty.
She had shoulder length midnight-black hair, emerald-green eyes that gleamed no matter the time of day.
A small nose, high cheekbones, stunning full lips, milky-white skin and an overall attractive appearance.
Her breast were perky, not small but not big either. A narrow waist, slightly wide waist. She had full buttocks, and even though she wore lose trouser, they couldn't hide the potential her legs had.
"Stop staring, and let's go."
Gizelle's voice broke me out of my stupor, only then did I realize that the elevator door already opened on the rooftop.
"Fucking hell."
The first words that came to mind when I saw what this world was like.