Reborn as a Vampire in a Dying World: Blood, Power, and Pleasure
Chapter 48: Starting a Vampire Bloodline

Chapter 48: Starting a Vampire Bloodline

As Rose and Corven looked at each other, unsure of what to say next, it was Corven who finally spoke, breaking the brief silence that hung between them like a fog.

"You’re in a safe place," he said, keeping his voice calm, "but I have to ask... why were you captured?"

The girl tilted her head slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing her delicate features. "Why? Don’t you know me? I assumed you would, since you’re the one who rescued me." Her tone was soft, but laced with suspicion. Her crimson eyes shimmered briefly—no, swirled—as if something invisible had just stirred within her.

"That’s... odd..." she murmured, suddenly placing a hand over her forehead, as if trying to feel for something that wasn’t there.

Corven’s eyes narrowed slightly, concern slowly creeping onto his face.

’Don’t tell me... did Bloodfracture actually work on her?’

"I can’t sense the connection to my sire..." she said in a concerned voice, barely louder than a whisper.

’Maybe her condition weakened her enough for it to work...?"

Corven bit his lip, hard. The worst-case scenario had come to pass, and he didn’t have a single damn clue how to reverse it.

"You..." she began again, looking at him with wide, uncertain eyes. There was fear behind them now—genuine fear.

"Do you know what they did to cause this? I’ve never heard of any magic that could sever a bond like this..."

Corven shook his head, forcing his expression to remain neutral. "No... nothing that I can remember," he replied, lying through his teeth.

He wasn’t great at lying—average at best—but with his newly acquired vampiric allure, his words carried just enough weight to sound convincing. Whether it was luck or instinct, it seemed to work. For now.

"I see," she muttered, biting her thumbnail as her eyes drifted to the empty space in front of her, deep in thought. "But I’m in trouble if I don’t get this fixed soon."

"What happens if you don’t?" Rose asked from the side, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Then I’ll rot," the vampire replied with a nervous laugh. "Slowly, painfully. Not instantly, but it’ll come. I’d rather avoid that. Panicking won’t help either... not now."

And then—suddenly—an idea struck Corven. A wild idea. Reckless, maybe even stupid. But an opportunity that could change everything.

An idea that could elevate him from a skilled mercenary to something far more influential. Something powerful.

Corven was the only known person capable of using Bloodfracture. In a world full of vampires, that made him an unpredictable anomaly—an unclaimed asset. A wild card.

And if no one else understood the technique’s inner workings, then he could control the narrative completely.

He could claim that turning her into his progeny was the only way to keep her alive.

Say it was a last resort. That he had no other choice.

The Baroness might not like it, but what other option would she have if the heir was alive and intact?

A wild idea... but one that had far more benefits than risks. And best of all? No one would be able to prove otherwise.

"Ahem!"

Corven cleared his throat sharply, snapping himself back to the moment. The soft lighting in the room washed over his face, casting faint shadows as the vampire girl turned her head, surprised by the sudden sound.

"What if..." he started, pausing just briefly, "...I become your sire. For now."

His tone was casual, but his eyes studied her closely, trying to gauge her reaction. He was testing how well his new traits worked in real time, though he held back on using his crimson eyes—blood wasn’t infinite, after all, and he had to be smart about it.

Rose shot Corven a brief glance, her eyes narrowing slightly. She understood what he was aiming for. Their shared bond made it easy to pick up on each other’s intentions. After a short breath, she played along, clearing her throat to support his offer.

"Yeah... if what she’s saying is true, then it’s the only clear option, right?"

"B-but... what about my original sire?" the girl asked, hesitation plain in her voice.

"They’ll understand... right?" Corven said gently. "It’s better for you to stay alive than... the alternative."

She opened her mouth as if to protest again. "Can’t you just take me to the Baroness right now? Maybe she—"

"We can’t," Corven interrupted, firm but not unkind. "It’s too risky. You were just taken. We might get caught again, and if that happens... we might not get another chance."

"But...!" she stammered, clearly not convinced yet.

Corven paused for a moment, debating internally. She wasn’t going to say yes so easily. Not without a push.

’Time to test the real deal.’

’Crimson Eyes.’

– Blood (40 Units)

The familiar sensation bloomed behind his eyes as he activated the trait. A subtle flicker of red shimmered through his vision, and a panel opened beside her.

[Vulnerabilities / Weaknesses]

- Too High Level (???)

- Too High Level (???)

- Parched (Current)

- Too High Level (???)

’Too high level, huh? No wonder she felt so powerful. But this... this third one—I can use it.’

Corven stepped closer, approaching the bed where she sat. His movements were slow, deliberate, not threatening—but not passive either.

"You’re thirsty too, aren’t you?" he asked softly. "You’ve been locked up... probably haven’t fed in a while. You don’t have much time left."

She opened her lips slightly, like she wanted to deny it—but couldn’t. She knew. She felt it. The thirst was already there, coiling deep in her gut.

"Being disconnected from your sire and starving at the same time? Your body won’t last long. Unless... you accept my offer."

Rose spoke again, trying to lighten the mood. "Don’t worry, he’s a decent guy. I can vouch for him," she said with a small smirk, nudging Corven’s arm.

The vampire girl stared at the floor, deep in thought. Seconds passed. The tension in the room was thick, but not hostile—more like the air before a storm.

Finally, she lifted her head, locking eyes with Corven.

"Okay... fine. You’re right. I can’t afford to be picky right now."

She swallowed hard. Her fingers curled against the sheets, knuckles pale. Then—finally—she lifted her head, locking eyes with him.

It took Corven off guard—he froze for half a second, breath catching in his throat. She was breathtaking up close, and the way her camisole hung off one shoulder didn’t help.

"I’ll be your progeny."

[Vampiric Ascension Activated]

[Condition: Grow Your Clan]