My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 55. Creator-Progeny

Joana’s lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile, her sharp fangs glinting under the dim light. "I’m beginning to love you, fairy," she said, her voice smooth yet charged with danger. Without another word, she turned on her heel and strode toward Victor, leaving Cara alone with the unconscious Lisa and the faint echo of Victor’s frantic footsteps fading into the distance.

Moments later, a blood-curdling scream tore through the silence. Cara froze, the sound sending chills down her spine. Victor’s wails grew louder, desperate, and raw, like prey caught in the jaws of a relentless predator. Then, as suddenly as it began, the screaming stopped, replaced by an eerie stillness. Cara’s heart pounded as realization dawned—Victor was dead.

Emerging from the library’s shadowy corridor, Cara’s gaze fell on a grisly sight. Joana stood over Victor’s lifeless body, her lips crimson with blood. It was a savage, primal scene. With a nonchalant toss, Joana discarded Victor’s drained corpse like garbage. Her piercing eyes locked onto Cara as she wiped her mouth, a smirk playing on her lips. "That was far more fun than I imagined," Joana said, her tone as casual as if she’d just finished a workout.

Cara swallowed hard, steadying her voice. "I’m glad I could help. But the night isn’t over." She gestured toward Lisa’s unconscious form. "I want you to turn that fanatic bitch right now. Make her your slave. I hear once you turn someone, they’re tied to you forever. Is that true?"

Joana arched an elegant brow. "Yes, it’s true. It’s called the Creator-Progeny bond. The connection is absolute—only the creator can sever it. But siring a progeny isn’t something I take lightly. It’s a colossal responsibility, and I already have enough on my plate."

Cara’s frustration bubbled over. "Don’t you want to punish her? Death would be a slap on the wrist for someone like her."

Joana sighed, brushing past Cara to retrieve something from the library. "Siring a progeny isn’t just a simple responsibility. It is like having a baby, but worse. It’s a lifetime of chaos. Progenies can’t control their urges. They’re emotional, volatile, and frankly, a headache, a migraine I can’t afford right now—not with the Temp-V trade happening under my nose. Sorry, cupcake, but I just can’t."

Cara’s resolve hardened. "I understand, but I want this. I’ll do anything you want to make it happen." She instantly regretted the words as Joana’s lips curled into a sly grin.

"Anything?" Joana asked, her voice dripping with intrigue.

Cara clenched her fists. "Yes. Whatever you want."

The grin widened, and Cara braced herself, certain Joana would ask for something sexual. Times like these made her wish she could read Joana’s mind. Instead, Joana’s reply stunned her.

"I want a pint of your blood."

Cara blinked. "What?"

"You heard me, I want a pint of your precious blood," Joana said, staring into Cara’s eyes.

"If I give you my blood, you’ll want more. Is that really a good thing?" Cara tilted her head, baring her neck in a calculated move, hoping to manipulate the vampire.

"If you truly want this fanatic bitch to suffer as the monster she hates, that’s my price," Joana said calmly. "Your blood."

Blinded by vengeance, Cara made her choice. "Fine. Let’s do this. I’ll give you my blood. But you’d better get your fill because you’re not getting it again."

Joana’s smile deepened, and without a word, she left the room. She returned moments later, carrying a blood bag, syringe, and a thick nose mask that concealed most of her face. She gestured for Cara to sit, her movements swift and precise.

Cara lowered herself onto the sofa as Joana prepared the syringe. Finding Cara’s vein, Joana inserted the needle with practiced ease, then stepped back, maintaining a cautious distance as the blood bag slowly filled.

[I hope this is worth it,] Hagrit whispered in Cara’s mind.

Cara’s thoughts were resolute. ’It will be. Lisa needs to learn her lesson, and if this is how it happens, so be it.’

Twenty minutes later, the blood bag was full. Joana moved swiftly, sealing the bag with practiced ease before tossing Cara a cotton swab. "Here," she said, her voice light but tinged with satisfaction. She disappeared briefly and returned without the mask, her face glowing with unrestrained delight. "You’ve just given me the best night of my life, fairy," Joana purred, her words dripping with amusement.

Cara pressed the cotton against the small wound on her arm, her voice steady and firm. "Now do your part."

Joana leaned casually against the doorway, crossing her arms with a teasing smile. "Or what?" she asked, her tone laced with playful defiance, her eyes glittering with mischief.

Cara met Joana’s gaze without hesitation, her tone unwavering. "Or I’ll leave your house, and you’ll never see me again. I know you want me, Joana. But if you don’t hold up your end of the deal, your chances of ever having me will die tonight."

The tension crackled in the air as their eyes locked, neither woman backing down. After a long moment, Joana’s lips curled into a smirk, and she broke the stare. "Relax, cupcake. I was just messing with you. I’m a woman of my word."

Without wasting another second, Joana rushed over to Lisa, her movements precise and purposeful. She tilted Lisa’s head to the side and sank her fangs into her neck. Lisa instantly regained consciousness, letting out a piercing scream as her body thrashed against Joana’s unrelenting grip. Joana persisted, draining Lisa until her movements slowed and her body went limp.

Cara watched, her expression unreadable, as Joana swiftly bit into her own wrist. Blood trickled down Joana’s arm as she held it over Lisa’s mouth, forcing the dying woman to drink. Lisa, powerless to resist, latched onto Joana’s wrist, gulping down the blood.

A few tense minutes passed, and then it happened. Lisa’s eyes snapped open, the soft blue of her irises replaced with a fiery, glowing red.

Joana turned to Cara, her voice triumphant. "Look at that. We’ve got ourselves a vampire."

Cara’s gaze remained cold and detached. "My revenge is complete. Now she’ll spend the rest of her life as your slave." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Before Joana could respond, the sound of Cara’s phone vibrating cut through the room. She glanced down, her expression shifting as she fished the phone out of her pocket. "Just when things were getting interesting," Cara muttered under her breath.