My Most Precious Human

I turned on my laptop and went through over fifty emails I had received in the last two days. I had rejected new assignments before since I wanted to take a couple of days off. Ironically, I was now spending those days off on my mental recovery. Of course, the fact that I announced that I wouldn't be taking any new work for a week didn't make my clients stop sending me their requests. For once, I regretted that I was so good at my job. I wished they would just leave me alone for a short while.

I spent half an hour answering emails, or rather copying and pasting the same message, saying that due to private matters, I wouldn't be able to fulfill their requests. It certainly was one of those times when I wished I could have a stable job, working for one company instead of taking care of numerous demanding clients, but there was nothing I could do about it. Those who offered me positions were absolutely unable to protect me or stand against my powerful father.

Suddenly, I started to wonder just how much power Sariel held. I kept thinking about what it meant to be the Duke in the vampire world. Was he someone influential, someone like a member of the royal family in the human world? This was one of many things I knew nothing about. I barely knew about the politics among the werewolves' packs. I knew that my father ruled over the southern states, and there were certain places where whole towns belonged to wolves. I grew up in one of them, Greystoneville. Despite the fact that humans were still the majority of the population, all the companies, schools, administration, legal offices, and the entire town hall could have only been run by werewolves appointed by my father. Was Sariel's position in New Argent City similar to the one my father had over the place I grew up? If he genuinely was someone powerful, I hoped that I could somehow use this power to protect myself…

As soon as I finished replying to emails, I heard someone knocking on the door. It was Martha who came to give me a tour around the castle, just as Mr. Gotha claimed before. I sighed. I decided to use this opportunity to ask her about the Duke, his position, and other vampires in general.

We went out of the room and walked along a long castle corridor, with floors made of white marble, and golden ornaments, and centuries-old paintings hanging on the walls. I kept staring at Martha suspiciously. Her cheeks were slightly blushing, and her skin wasn't as pale as Sariel's or Mr. Gotha's.

"I'm not a vampire if this is what Miss was thinking about," she said after she noticed my persistent gaze.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to... That was rude of me," I explained myself nervously.

"My father was a vampire, so you can say that I'm a half-vampire, but I'm actually a human… kind of. I sometimes feel an urge to drink human blood, but I don't need it to survive…" she claimed in an awkward but adorable way.

I chuckled but instantly processed her words.

"Wait…" I grabbed her hand while trying to comprehend it all. "You are saying that you are a vampire's child?!" I burst out.

"My human mother was raped by a noble vampire, and she got pregnant. It's an old story," she stated, shrugging her shoulders.

My jaw literally dropped. She saw how shocked I was and started laughing.

possible? Can vampires really

me outside to the beautiful

know about vampires?"

strong, they drink blood and don't like sunlight. They are kind of living-dead," I

you really don't know much," she sighed,

only yesterday, so it is kind of obvious that I do not know much…" I tried to find an

at me with

slowly. They can not live forever, but they can live for centuries. They can have children, but pregnancies among vampires are really rare. That is why there are

drawn to her words, "Then what about those other types

happens during a ritual of exchanging blood. The noble drinks your blood, leaving you on the verge of death, and then feeds you with his blood. The commoners don't age, they cannot have children, and they are much more allergic to the sun than the nobles. They

those

blood. Their instincts drive them insane, turning them

thought that I had learned a lot from her, but

is one more thing I'm curious about…

are alive," she cut me off, "It's a common mistake. Their hearts beat slowly. Their heartbeat is so slow that they used to be

they allergic to garlic or do

burst out laughing again, but then her

that is actually true… Vampires are allergic to silver. They won't die from merely touching it, but if it can

food?" I enquired, hoping for a more

to food. Silver is quite hard to detect since it has no scent. The most vicious way is to inject the liquid silver into the vampire's veins. It's like a

somehow understand her emotionless tone. If I were to guess, I doubt that she ever had a good relationship with her father when he was alive. I also doubt if she mourned his death. I knew that I would never