Chamber of healing

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

The yield from the weekly hunts have been low for some time, and the rate at which the younger generation of his clan burns through resources had increased exponentially. Even with the merit system put in place, those little fuckers still had to outdo most mission put on the board.

Of course, a part of him was happy that the vampires of his clan were competitive and growing stronger, there were the future after all. But still, it couldn't change the fact that times are changing.

Gone were the days when vampires were just solitary that slept in the day and hunted at night. All these were centuries ago, when netherndel hadn't been perfected. Now the sky was ever overcast, covered in dark clouds as it protected their race from is the harshness of the sun. The era they were, about business, they even had several dealings with the human world. Buying shares in major companies and amassing wealth after all, the human currency still has its uses. So with the ever increasing strength of his clan, a vast amount of resources had to be sacrificed.

As count Rufus pondered on his house's financial situation a little tremor suddenly ran through his body, he suddenly felt a familiar feeling of danger. This was very odd, since the things that could pose danger to count Rufus could be counted on one hand….or maybe two.

After this tremor, came the bloodline resonance, which signified that a new vampire has been added to his clan via vampire ritual. This particular resonance came with a stronger sense of familiarity since it was instigated by his own direct descendant.

"Erica, this girl will be the death of me" count Rufus frustration seemed to hit the roof at that particular moment.

"Azeroth" he called out.

A tall slim man with a pale face came out from the shadows, giving count Rufus a small bow.

"What do you need me to do, master" he asked.

"When the brat is brought by the bureau's men take her to the healing chambers and use the golden dew from the yellow lotus" Rufus ordered.

"It's that bad?" The pale faced man inquired with surprise showing on his once expressionless face.

One has to know that the golden dew from the yellow lotus is a rare substance, and is only used in a very critical case of soul dissipation. Besides that, not every one can get their hands On it. If it's being used, then whoever was going to be on the receiving end had to be in grave danger

"Something feels odd about all this, her soul energy is dropping too fast, far too fast for a simple vampire ritual. " count Rufus replied with a curious glint in his eyes. "When you are done, give me feedback on her soul status for better clarification and also check out the human she sired"

"Your wish is my command, my Lord" the pale faced man uttered as he got sucked back into the shadows.

Right there in the middle of an empty room in which weapons could be seen on at ever corner, a large magic circle light up with its signature bright light.

As the light died down, in its place were five figures l, two of which were the main character of the night.

"We need to go to the chamber of healing immediately princess, order by the count's butler, azaroth" red-eyed Connor said in a serious tone.

Erica nodded, knowing how dangerous the state of her body and soul was. It needed immediate fixing if she wanted to function well in the future.

"The boy--"

"-will be taken care of" Connor interrupted, as he nodded towards the other two sliver armored men. One which swiftly left with the skriller on his shoulder and the other stood beside Alex while giving him an odd look.

Connor and Erica left, leaving Alex with yellow eyed man. The 'man' removed his helmet, only for Alex to be greeted with the face of an attractive young girl with rosy lips.

"Okay, so that's a shocker" Alex muttered. "You guys have female guards here"

"You have a problem with that slave?" The girl replied with a haughty expression on her face.

Alex couldn't understand why she referred him with that term, but he couldn't care less. So much has happened in one night that his mind was starting to feel numb.

"So you guys are actually vampires, uhh? And I'm also one? Sucking blood and changing to bat sounds like fun" Alex said with a grin on his face, when he thought about it, knowing that things like this actually existed changed his perspective of the world. A few moments ago, his life was dry and boring, but now? Even being a vampire sounded cool as fuck, imagine the number of chicks he would get. Chicks dig vampires after all.

"You are not a vampire" the girl replied as she took a step forward. Her words brought Alex back to reality once again. Making him confused about this whole vampire business.

"Until you complete your transformation, you are still just half vampire" she continued as she walked towards the door.

" Follow me and try to keep up, it's time to make you a fully fledged vampire"

"What's your name?" Alex asked.

"I mean I have to call you something right"

"It's Sylvia" the girl replied as she walked out of the door, taking Alex to the unknown.

When Erica and Connor arrived at the healing chamber, azaroth and a few other people in white robes were already there waiting. The healing chamber looked like a garden that had been kissed by the goddess of nature, with numerous fountains placed at strategic positions to direct water to the plants. Most of the plants found here were very rare to come by. And if it was found in the wild, most people would kill just to lay their hands on it.

As Erica entered the chamber, she took in a deep breath of it's fresh air. Slowly, she already felt relaxed.

"I pay my respect to sage azaroth and the 5 saints" Connor said, with his right hand across his chest and a bow. The 5 saints were the figures in white, they were responsible for the healing and potion making of the royal house of Valentino. They could be referred to as the alchemist and doctors of the clan.

"Azaroth, i-"

"-No time to waste on talking princess, let's begin" azaroth cut off Erica before she could continue.

One of the men in white performed a gesture in the air, and the floor in front of him open up. Revealing a blue pool that gave a certain kind of chill.

"It's time" he said, as all necessary materials were brought out one after the other.

The fixing of the princess soul and body commenced.