The Crimson Reaper-Chapter 92: Luciel’s Fantasies

Luciel was following the car that was below him, leaping from branch to branch while observing an area around them, staying on high guard in case something tried to attack them.

He got in front of the car, making some distance before taking some rest.

Luciel shook his head a little bit, only one thing was going on around his head thanks to Nosferatu planting this idea into his head.

Having intercourse with Helen wasn’t uncomfortable nor weird, but he couldn’t stop thinking how it would feel now when he was a vampire and he couldn’t stop imagining how good it might feel if she was one as well.

"Man, get a hold of yourself..." He slapped both of his cheeks with his hands, trying to stop thinking about this, but all that was going around his head was her warm, fragile body, with both of them sharing a bed together while being stripped away from their clothing.

His hands followed her elegant curve, feeling a soft, smooth skin under his fingertips.

Holding her delicate figure close to his sturdy body before gently lying her down on the bed.

She wasn’t here, but he could feel her slim, tender arms wrap around his body, not allowing him to get up as he would continue to smooch her cheeks, all the way down to her collarbone.

And then, he would make a small stop, locking his eyes with her cherry-red eyes.

He could see himself leaning closer, tracing the side of her body towards her gluteus as he met her soft lips with his.

They got locked into a deep kiss. Helen moved her hand, running it through his raven black hair while he went to caress her firm breasts until he finally broke the kiss.

The thought of being able to hear Helen’s strong heartbeat and feel her breath excited him to the fullest.

Luciel closed his eyes, steadily getting closer to her neck, purring before finally opening his mouth, sinking his fangs into her elegant throat.

Imagining her blood that tasted like hot chocolate with strawberry syrup made him start to droll, licking his lips. He would give everything to have a small sip.

Luciel whipped the saliva with his sleeve and continued to daydream as he placed his hand on his neck.

He continued to daydream, closing his eyes, imagining her fangs piercing through his skin and drawing out his blood as they got locked.

While being locked into his fantasies, there was a loud, honking sound coming from right below him.

Luciel’s eyes snapped open as he yelped, losing his balance.

He tried to maintain his footing, but he slipped and started to fall.

His heart rhythm started to race, but he stayed calm, extending his claws, and managing to grab another branch.

"What was that for?!" He yelled, glaring at the black car beneath him.

"You coming or what? We’ve been waiting for you for a while now!!!" Alex shouted at the top of his lungs after opening the window, peaking out.

"Yeah! I’m coming! Sorry!" Luciel replied, barely raising his voice with his cheeks turning bright pink. He couldn’t believe at which moment his mind decided to wander somewhere else.

"You didn’t have to yell so loud!" Melisa complained, making a small distance from the noise, but she was ignored.

"No need to shout! He can hear you well!!!" She complained, pulling Alex away from the window.

"Really?" He asked, not believing her since he never got an answer.

"Yeah, he says he’s sorry and that we can continue."

"All right, if you say so," Alex turned on the car before stepping onto the gas.

Luciel observed the car starting to move, getting ready to follow, but before he continued to traverse through the forest, he stopped, retrospecting his wild dream.

"If only..." He smirked, wishing that he could have a real thing, but his wife was a human, not a vampire and he would never take away her humanity...

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Helen was locked up in her room or... Better said laboratory, for a whole day now, doing experiments with the zombie tissue.

Examinations didn’t bring her any new discoveries, everything looked normal except different pigment and smell like it was rotting.

She went to search for a rubber band and wrapped it above her elbow with the help of her other hand and teeth.

She made a fist and started to pump it to improve the blood flow, making her veins pop out.

Touching the elbow pit, she inspected her veins, searching for the best vein to puncture.

Disinfecting the area with an alcohol swab, she took the needle and gritted her teeth.

’If only I had a little bit of his venom,’ she thought to herself, she would be able to create a nice analgetic.

Making a mental note to extract some of it from her husband, Helen finally punctured her skin with the needle, hoping she got it, but instead groaned in pain after seeing she missed.

Taking the needle out, she took another one and went for the second try, but nothing.

She huffed and went to attempt again, finally being able to do it.

Seeing how the blood started to flow, she released the rubber band, using her teeth.

Drawing blood was hard already even with the latest equipment. Long before, it was impossible to draw your own blood.

After she was done, she removed the needle and placed a bandage on top, applying pressure and waiting for the blood to stop.

She wanted to place her blood on top of the zombie tissue, wanting to see under the microscope what was going to happen, but before she had a chance to do so, someone knocked on her door three times.

Her head shot up, wondering who it was, she wasn’t expecting any visitors.

Slowly getting up, she started to approach the door.

"Helen, are you all right?"

She could hear George on the other side, but just to be sure, she looked through a peak hole and saw that Dash was with him as well.

Knowing both of them for a long time, she felt no need to worry and unlocked the door, allowing them to come in.

"Dash! George! Hi! What brings you here?" She asked, sounding pretty glad that she got to see them.

"Hi, Helen! We hadn’t seen you yesterday so we came to check if everything was all right," George explained their reason for coming here, walking inside the room, and starting to look around.

"Is Luciel here?" He asked, with Dash following him behind, fidgeting with his fingers, nervously looking around the room.

"No, he’s currently outside, has some stuff to do," she replied, starting to slowly approach the doors again as the air around the two got ominous.

"That’s a shame," Dash answered after George hit his arm with his elbow, "We found something interesting on the field about the zombies, I think you should come and see it!"

Helen listened to what they had to say and while they didn’t specify what it was, she felt interested.

If it was the old her, she would gladly take her chances, but now she had one more life to take care of.

"I’m sorry guys, but I’m currently busy with some experiments, maybe some other time," she refused politely, moving her hand to her abdomen.

She was about to leave the room, but George was already behind her, slamming the doors shut.

"I’m sorry, but we insist that you come with us, it’s urgent," George growled. Helen already had her suspicion, but this act just now confirmed it.

Noticing Dash getting closer to her, she started to move towards her lab equipment, mainly towards clean test tubes and tools. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She picked up the scissors with one hand and made a huge slash across her palm.

Helen squinted her eyes after she dug her fingers deeper into the wound, wanting to open it, make it bleed. Whatever would happen to her now, she wanted to make sure to leave some kind of trace and what better trace there was than the smell of blood for a vampire?

"Take her." George ordered to dash after seeing that Helen had probably caught up on their plans. She won’t go down without a fight now.

Dash started to approach her, taking out a piece of cloth.

When he approached her, Helen took one empty glass tube and smashed it across his bald head.

"That... Hurts!" He groaned and even if his head was now full of glass, he didn’t seem injured at all.

Panicking, Helen went to stab his abdomen with the scissors she was holding, making him bleed, but he ignored the pain and pinned her down against the counter, pressing the cloth across her mouth and nose.

George started to cast a divine art for healing, aimed at Dash while Helen was fighting for her consciousness.

She tried not to breath, but eventually, she had to and her mind slowly started to sip away...

"Good job, the boss will be pleased!" - was the last thing that Helen could hear.