Chapter 3

From the moment he pushed me off that building, whatever friendship we had was completely destroyed.

I rolled my eyes. Before Queen Aquila could speak, I quickly pointed at her second-in-command.

"Can I choose to follow this vice-commander?"

Queen Aquila was straightforward, with limbs as thick as rocks. Her appearance was honestly not pleasant to look at.

But she valued loyalty and rules within her clan above all. She wouldn't steal a "contractor" that her subordinates had already claimed.

She just asked in a rough, curious voice, "Oh? Why choose her instead of me?"

I put on a fearful expression and answered in a low voice, "Because... the vice-commander's build is... closer to mine."

At these words, Queen Aquila burst into loud laughter. "Hahaha! You're afraid my size is too big for you to handle? Fine, then you can go with Shadow!"

Queen Aquila's vice-commander "Shadow" was a wandering powerhouse recently recruited. She'd made great contributions clearing out enemy clans. Her build hadn't swelled excessively like some vampires. She was just taller than average women, around six-foot-three. Her appearance was closer to human too, except for those mysterious purple-gold patterns on her face. Not too frightening.

After vampire transformation, the more human-like the appearance, the more rationality and wisdom retained, and usually the stronger they were.

I'd researched these elite clan members in my previous life.

Her power was no less than any prince. If she hadn't been ambushed and injured before, hunted by other clans, she would definitely have had the chance to dominate a territory in the future.

I was done living like a rat, at others' mercy. Depending on others was unreliable, whether they were human or monster.

This time, I would carve out my own path of survival.

Those vampires who retained some rationality understood and let out low chuckles. Vice-Commander Shadow's expression clearly darkened.

After all, being evaluated for "size compatibility" to your face probably wasn't a pleasant experience.

She was quite rough with me, throwing me over her shoulder like a sack. Her sharp nails scratched through the skin on my thigh.

Smelling the blood, she actually lowered her head and licked away the oozing drops. The touch was ice-cold.

I forced down my disgust and made myself stay calm. I'd experienced worse. This was nothing.

Julian looked at me with contempt and mockery, as if looking at a dead man.

In his eyes, the vice-commander I chose was even worse than the Queen Aquila he'd originally chosen. Either way, I couldn't escape becoming a plaything again, passed between vampires, ending up as miserable as his previous life.

Too bad I wasn't as stupid as him. In his limited brain, besides clinging to others, what brilliant ideas could he come up with?

This city originally had four vampire princes. After today's battle, only three remained.

The territories were redistributed.

The remaining survivors were also divided into three groups. Males became "blood bags" or food, while human females became playthings and breeding tools.

Vice-Commander Shadow was clearly very dissatisfied with me for that remark about her "size." I didn't know how she would "deal with" me.

Their base was in a luxury hotel in the original city center.

I was thrown onto a soft bed.

That woman—no, female vampire—with dark purple patterns on her face pressed down on me viciously.

"Compatible?" Her voice carried icy mockery. "Then let's test it properly and see if we're really compatible."