My Most Precious Human

A vampire Lilith

I stared at the world outside as if I was looking at it for the first time. It seemed different, more vivid,

more intense. I recognized the view quickly: I was looking at the central fountain and garden of the

Palace. I didn't have a view like that while I was living in the chamber of the east wing. Judging by that,

I concluded that I must have been placed in the main building… Considering that I had to die to get

here, it felt bittersweet.

I stayed exposed to the sunlight for some time, waiting to experience any kind of tickling or itching as a

sign of sunburn, but that didn't happen. Then I took a closer look at my hands. My skin was pale and

perfectly even. Excited about discovering the new me, I rushed to the wall mirror in the corner of the

chamber. I focused on my reflection and gasped. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked similar yet different as if every single detail of me had become more saturated and exposed.

My black hair glowed with a raven-like hue, forming a silky surface that gently absorbed the sun rays

streaming through the window. My green eyes were like sparkling emeralds, framed by longer than

before onyx eyelashes. Placed among the pearl complexion, the green depth of my pupils seemed for

the first time defined. Although my white silk nightgown and bare feet should have given me a ghostlike

vibe, I gaped at myself, grinning. I chuckled, scolding myself for the vanity of self-admiration, but I

couldn't help that I enjoyed staring at my reflection.

I couldn't stop thinking about what else had changed within me. Did I become faster, stronger, more

agile? I quickly noticed that my senses became sharper than before, and I needed less focus to control

them. I could see details with almost microscopic precision. I could hear the faintest sounds, or I could

choose to block them. And I could smell…

"Sariel…" I muttered under my breath.

I was able to sense him standing in the corridor a little away from my room. He stood there as if he was

hesitating whether to come nearer or not. I ran to the door, inwardly debating if I should open it. My

heart beating in a brand-new heartrate emanated a hysterical desire. I wanted to run to him, put my

arms around him, and shower him with kisses, but I was afraid. What if Sariel didn't like the new me?

My blood must have changed its scent. What if he found it disgusting? I must have lost the ability to

make him stronger. What if he no longer found me attractive? What if his emotions changed now that I

had become a vampire? Fighting through the anxiety, my hand went to the door handle. I opened the

door. I wanted to see him despite everything, but… he was no longer standing in the corridor. I could

only hear his footsteps as he walked downstairs, getting further and further away from me. I wanted to

run after him, but then I felt the presence of someone else.

"Came to examine me, Will?" I asked before turning around to face him.

He flinched and scanned me with a confused stare. He seemed deeply surprised. I guess he wondered

why I was so composed, considering waking up as a vampire. The answer was simple: I didn't feel any

disadvantages from that change, at least not yet.

"I thought that you would sleep a little longer." He smiled nervously, urging me with a gesture to come

back to my room.

I smirked and walked inside, leaving the door wide open for him to follow me. His jaw dropped when he

saw my chamber filled with sunlight and me stopping by the window.

"You are a fucking miracle," he muttered, slowly looking me up and down.

I chuckled. Will seemed sincerely flustered. That made me wonder what he suspected me to be like as

a newborn vampire.

"Do I look… weird?" I locked my curious stare on him.

"No…" He agitatedly shook his head. "You look… hot…"

I burst out laughing. His comment made me a little hopeful that maybe Sariel would like me as a

vampire as well.

"You don't look like a commoner," he stated, stepping closer.

"Then, what do I look like?" I raised my brows at him.

"You look like a pureblood," he muttered, walking around me.

I grabbed his hand and narrowed my eyes. "It this about me, not being allergic to the sun?"

He nodded violently and then asked, "You don't feel an urge to drink blood, do you?"

"No."

"But you should be. You slept for three days. A commoner vampire's first instinct tells him or her to find

blood. They would kill for blood. Only purebloods have the self-control to drink blood every few days,"

he explained.

"Is it bad that I don't feel like I need to drink blood?" I smiled awkwardly.

Will snorted. "It is like you were born to become one of us. Sariel is going to freak out when he sees

you."

I lowered my head, muttering, "I don't think he is too eager to see me…"

Will raised one eyebrow at me. "Are you kidding? He didn't sleep or eat for three days waiting for you to

wake up. He thinks you won't forgive him for turning you into a vampire… But you seem to be pretty

calm about it."

A nervous laugh escaped my throat. How was I supposed to tell him that I sort of left my body and

heard his conversation with Sariel and then felt everything when he was turning me? I might have lived

among the supernatural creatures, but I wouldn't call what I experienced a "normal" situation, and I was

quite certain that neither would Will.

Scratching my head and avoiding Will's gaze, I said, "Well, I knew that I was dying, and since I

miraculously woke up, I figured that I must have become a vampire."

Fortunately, Will didn't give my answer much thought. After assuring himself that I wasn't possessed by

bloodthirst, checking my pulse, my body temperature, my reflexes, and calling me a "living wonder" for

the millionth time, he officially gave me his permission to leave my chamber.

"You do realize where you are, don't you?" he asked when he was about to leave.

"In the main building of the Palace?" I chuckled anxiously, not sure what he meant.

"You were given Elora's chamber."

Chills ran down my spine and my eyes shifted to the bed I had slept in.

"But don't worry." He grinned and patted my shoulder. "After Elora escaped from the Palace, King

Sariel told servants to burn everything she had ever touched. This room was completely renewed, just

for you."

He left, leaving me alone with my fluttering butterflies. If I was in the Queen's chamber, that meant that

Sariel's room was next to mine. I couldn't wait any longer. I slammed the door open, and a second later,

I was knocking at Sariel's door. I sensed him inside. I held my breath, waiting for him to open. My whole

body trembled in wild anticipation. I might not have craved blood, but I certainly craved him. I wanted to

devour him. I couldn't stand it any minute longer without his touch.

The door opened. Sariel's eyes were locked on me in silence. He looked exhausted and restless. I

examined his face, hoping to find some proof that he accepted this new version of me, but his stare at

me seemed blank. The waiting was killing me. In a desperate move, I threw my arms around his neck

and pulled his lips to mine. I kissed him passionately. I kissed him with every emotion I could muster...

and he kissed me back. A split second later, he took control of the kiss with lush strokes of his tongue.

He grabbed the back of my head, positioning me to thrust deeper and lick more intensively. When he

broke our kiss, he embraced me tightly, melting my body with his.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed against my ear.

"I thought… that you wouldn't want me anymore," I mumbled, hiding my face in his chest. "You wanted

me for my blood… and I'm no longer a human."

He leaned back and looked at me, frowning. "I've never wanted you only for your blood," he stated

emphatically, "You used to be my most precious human… and now you are turning into the most

amazing queen the vampire race ever had: my Queen."