My Vampire Life With My Beautiful Vampire Wives-Chapter 46: Child [2]

Sweet Smile Laboratory.

A name that sounded so innocent, so childish, that it could have been painted in colorful letters on the facade of a nursery school. But inside... There was nothing sweet.

The air smelled of disinfectant, metal, and old blood. The white ceiling lights flickered occasionally, illuminating narrow corridors of steel and reinforced glass.

Behind each door, machines hummed, tubes bubbled with strange liquids, and the shadows of scientists were cast on the walls like faceless specters.

Several men and women in white coats were rushing back and forth, their faces pale and their expressions tense. In their hands, they held tablets displaying erratic graphs and data in red.

Chaos reigned.

Their most advanced test subject... had vanished.

"How the hell did they let a mere child escape?!" roared a voice that made the windows rattle.

The shout came from a stout man with black glasses and precisely combed-back hair. His impeccably white coat barely concealed the authoritative aura he exuded.

Hector. Master Forger of the Inquisition.

A genius at creating "creatures of the night," deformed creatures that served as training material for hunters.

His gaze swept across the room. The technicians immediately lowered their heads, trying not to attract his attention.

"Do you know how much that project cost?" he growled, pounding the metal table with his fist. "Years of work... and now you tell me a child slipped away without you noticing!"

The silence that followed was so thick you could hear the hum of the oxygen tubes.

One of the scientists swallowed hard.

"Sir... the logs show that subject C-001 activated the powers of a vampire. The cameras captured the entire process... we couldn’t stop him from escaping."

Hector narrowed his eyes.

Vampire powers.

That was not something to be sad about, quite the contrary, his experiment had worked, he had managed to create a hybrid between a vampire and a human.

’This will put a big smile on those guys’ faces.’ A slow, crooked smile spread across his face.

"Interesting..." he murmured, raising an eyebrow as he adjusted his glasses with a precise movement.

His voice took on a serious, almost reverent tone.

"Very interesting... very interesting..."

And then, the restraint broke.

A laugh burst from his chest, echoing throughout the white room like thunder in an empty cathedral.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

After a few minutes, Hector stopped laughing, adopted a serious expression, and looked at all the workers.

"Inform the Inquisition hunters about the appearance of a human and a vampire," he ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Yes, sir," they all said at the same time.

When everyone left the room, Hector remained silent with a big smile on his face.

"Hah... I hope they manage to capture him alive; only then can we continue with our investigation," he muttered, leaning back in his chair.

...

And while the hunters of the Inquisition mobilized to recover the lost experiment...

In a New York apartment, someone was about to have a much stranger night than they expected.

Laura looks at the child who has woken up.

The child looks at Laura.

Neither of them moves.

Absolute silence. Only the ticking of the clock and the uncomfortable crackling of the air.

If someone saw them from the outside, they would swear it was an epic visual battle between a confused golden retriever and a chihuahua in self-defense mode.

One look said, "Are you dangerous?"

The other replied, "No, are you?"

It was undoubtedly the strangest scene Laura had been involved in since her job interview.

’Well... he’s not dead.’ She sighed with relief. ’Perfect, I won’t have to dismember a body or learn expressive chemistry to dissolve it in acid.’

Although it may sound cruel, she didn’t want to go to prison; she’s not even 30 years old, so she didn’t want to ruin her life because of some unknown child who broke into her apartment.

Laura takes a step forward, and the child reacts like a cat ready to fight. However, what the boy didn’t expect was that Laura had an ace up her sleeve.

And, without thinking twice, she pulls out her pink taser!

The child, remembering what happened a few moments ago, shudders and becomes extremely docile, like a newly disciplined dog, or when he does something wrong.

’Je~’ Laura smiles inwardly with triumph; now she has the upper hand. "Who are you?" she asks the boy, knowing she won’t get an answer.

"..." The child hesitates to answer, but when he sees the taser, he does: "I don’t know."

"You don’t know?" She raises a confused eyebrow, "What about your parents?"

"They’re dead..." the child replies sadly.

"..." Laura didn’t know what else to say; her words stuck in her throat. She sighs, "Do you have somewhere to stay?" she asks, ready to take him there.

"... No," the child shook his head with a slight tremor in his body, as if he had remembered something horrible.

Laura is lost in thought, unsure of what to do in this situation. Should she take him to the authorities? No, that kid could sue her for attacking him with a taser. Put up a wanted poster on the internet? She rules that out too; it’s not very realistic.

’What should I do with this child?’ She stares at him for a few seconds before making a decision. ’He’ll stay with me for a few days, to pay him back for using the taser on him.’ She tries to convince herself.

"What’s your name?" she asks, pushing her thoughts aside.

"Test Subject C-001."

"..." Laura stands frozen, unaware of the dangerous world she has just entered by welcoming this child into her apartment.

...

The room where Loic has been recovering after his confrontation with the Inquisition hunter D.

In the center of the room, a white coffin rests open on a black marble pedestal. On the lid, precisely engraved, is the ancient symbol of the inverted cross surrounded by a circle of runes.

Loic stands in front of the coffin. His breathing is slow and controlled, but his eyes burn with an unsettling determination.

Inside the coffin, the red liquid glows in the dim light. It’s not just blood... It’s a carefully prepared mixture: the blood of innocent children with rare blood types, collected from the far corners of the world.

"Perfectly preserved," he murmurs, running his fingers over the surface of the coffin. "Too valuable to waste."

For a moment, his mind wanders to that deal with Selene.

If he hadn’t accepted that pact, he would have also included the blood of the human with the rarest type of all: RH null, golden blood, the purest.

But it was too late.

Silence surrounds him, thick, as if the room is holding its breath. Loic picks up a small dark glass chalice and raises it with both hands.

Inside lies the final ingredient.

The most sacred.

The most blasphemous.

"The Blood of Christ..." he whispers with an almost profane reverence.

The liquid swirls slowly, radiating a faint, golden light that seems out of place in this world.

Loic smiles with a mixture of satisfaction and insanity.

"With this, everything will be complete."

Step forward and pour the contents of the chalice onto the mixture inside the coffin.

Instantly, the blood turns a deeper shade, generating a crimson glow that illuminates the entire room. The symbols on the coffin begin to shine.

"Silas... protect me during the years I will fall into my deep sleep," Loic said in a low, grave voice.

His hands slid along the edges of the white coffin.

Without saying another word, he began to remove his clothes, piece by piece.

The air around him grew thicker, heavy with the metallic scent of blood.

Silas, leaning against a column, watched the scene with a mixture of resignation and respect.

"I know, I know..." he murmured with a weary sigh, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. "I can’t break the contract, can I?"

He rolled his eyes, like someone who already knows all too well the role he has to play in this tragedy.

Even so, deep down, he didn’t seem concerned.

After all, he had a vast reserve of blood stored away, enough to survive for decades. Twenty years, maybe more, before he needed another drop.

Loic, completely naked, lay down inside the blood-filled coffin. The dark red liquid began to rise slowly, enveloping him up to his neck. His skin glowed in the dim light.

Silas narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms.

"Before you fall into that deep sleep..." he said in a more serious tone, "what will you become, Loic?"

For a few seconds, only the constant dripping of liquid in the coffin could be heard.

Then Loic’s lips curved into a broad smile, too wide, revealing a row of sharp teeth that glinted like blades in the red light.

His eyes opened, and a crimson glow so intense burst forth from them.

"I will become..." he said slowly.

"...a Royal Vampire."

And at the last moment before his face disappeared, his smile remained: serene, monstrous, sublime.

Silas watched him silently for a few more seconds, then let out a low, dry laugh.

"A Royal Vampire, huh...?"