You Will Only Be Mine-Chapter 355: Dying

I don’t have a lot of things that bring me pleasure in life. Maybe it is the time that I spent on this earth that made most of it mundane to me. It might even be the fact that most things that would be very important to many people are foreign concepts to me.

But I am way past worrying about such stuff. Now my days are spent in this little apartment with a nice fridge to keep the blood cold, a bed for when I want to lay down and rest, and a window facing the apartment of Kazuki-sama. I do not have any intentions of peeping in on his private life but I do know very well that someone has to keep an eye on the place from outside. The nights are when I need to be the most active so I do prefer taking some time to rest in the day.

I rubbed the part of my neck where he bit and felt the sensation of his teeth sinking into my skin still there. There was something different about how he drank blood. He is still young so he doesn’t know how to numb the pain I do still feel a sting but when he does drink the blood it feels pleasant. There is a certain warmth to it. Maybe it is related to his body still being warm like a human even when he is partly a vampire but I wouldn’t lie when I say that him drinking my blood wasn’t something I hated.

However, I need to drink more blood to recover from it. He does drink a lot more than he thinks he does. Since he is a baby he doesn’t understand how much blood he would need normally so he greedily sucks away as much as he can in a specific amount of time.

"I do need to give him a lesson on this now," I said and opened the fridge. The bags of blood were perfectly stored inside and picked out the one labeled "AB negative". Vampires, as they grow old, start to get very picky about the kind of blood they would like to drink. This change mostly happens when they turn into a novice and refines only when they turn into a noble. Though a critter will even drink blood from a deer if it feels like it needs to.

We really are just animals trying to imitate humans as we keep on living.

I stuck my straw into the bag and started drinking from it slowly. It was a very small apartment, something that was perfect for me. I didn’t have to move around much, there was one bed in the entire place with a bathroom and kitchen attached to it. For the price I am renting this for, I am at quite the advantage here.

Sitting down on the hard bed, I leaned my head against the wall and stared out the window right at Kazuki-sama’s apartment. I don’t even remember when the last time I felt such peace was when I was doing watch duty. Most missions that were given to me were of the vanguard in infiltrations. I would be the first one to charge at the enemies and clear up a path. Given that back then I had no feeling of self-preservation, my masters always found it advantageous for me to be in that position.

"Back then?" I thought out loud. Now that I think about it, back then I was quite different to how I am now. Maybe it is because of the change of masters from a vampire to a human but that also doesn’t seem like it. As much as both factions would love to disagree, humans and vampires can be very similar.

There are kind vampires in this world and there are cruel humans too. Labeling one as a single stereotype is an insult to the said stereotype.

Putting all my reasoning for this change onto Kazuki-sama is also quite irresponsible and selfish of me. He never asked me to change things about myself…at least not before but I slowly felt more and more alive as each day passed by in this place. No, it was not just him who was the reason but maybe one of them.

The landlady is a very kind woman who constantly visits me. I tried using command on her to stop her from coming to this place but she would visit me the next week again. I started wondering if she was somehow a vampire but looking into it, I found out that she was just an old lady who had Alzheimer’s.

She is the landlady of this place on paper but it is constantly being taken care of by her son and his wife along with their kids. Though she was close to her family constantly, the poor woman forgot the face of her own son and started calling her big brother. A big brother who had long passed away.

He was not the only dead person she mistook someone in her life for, the same could be said about her daughter. The person she mistook as her daughter, every single time, was me.

I always found it weird how every time she saw me, her face lit up but it all made sense. She would come by every other day and talk to me about old times. Her family was worried and at first started sending the kids with her but now she comes all by herself.

Her soft and fragile hands would stroke my head and she would offer to make tea for me every time she came. Maybe it was her kindness that made me want to live again. I don’t even remember the face of my own mother but somehow the gestures she showed toward me felt oh too familiar.

"Yuriko"

The name of her dead daughter she lost was the name she always called me by.

The me back then was different, she couldn’t remember what comfort was. She had to fight for her food and she was kept in constant fear of abandonment by the ones who became her master. The fear got so bad that at a point, I broke and stopped caring about things altogether.

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It had started raining now. The window before me started getting more and more hazy as some droplets stuck to it while some slid down its surface. It was quite a peaceful feeling. I looked down and found that the blood bag was empty now. I moved the straw away from my lips and placed the bag on the table next to the bed.

I could hear it all, everything that I wanted or didn’t want to hear. The pattering of the rain on the roof of the house, the shuffling of the people on the road, the engines of cars roaring, and people inside brewing themselves warm beverages.

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Warm beverage…

"A tea won’t sound too bad right now," I said to myself and as if my mind was read I started hearing the steps of the old woman walking up the flight of stairs making her way to my place.

She stopped in front of the door and didn’t move. She didn’t knock, nor did she try to ring the bell. She just stood there patiently. I got off my bed and made my way to the door. Opening it, she stood there, looking up towards me as far as her fragile neck could allow. The same big and sweet smile was plastered on her face and her eyes were filled with joy.

"Yuriko!" she exclaimed happily and handed me warm jug. I looked at it and back at her, the smile not wavering. "It was raining so I made some tea, I thought you would like some too."

The same weird thing happened with me. The corner of my mouth lifted and my face twisted into an expression I didn’t often have. "Thank you, ma’am. It was very thoughtful."

"Oh, come on now," she scoffed holding my elbow. "Ma’am? Why are you being so formal with me. I’m your mother."

"Yes…mother, I will drink some. Thank you," I hesitantly said and she gave me another bright smile and started shuffling her feet.

"Okay, now I have to go, your father will come home soon so I have to prepare food."

Her husband died a decade ago.

She made her way back not looking back and I stood watching her little head disappear under the top of the stairs. I looked at the beverage in my hand and closed the door. Going to the kitchen, I put it down. I looked out the window at Kazuki-sama’s apartment.

I am curious what he and Ai-sama are doing in this weather. I closed my eyes and focused on listening to only a certain sounds and pin pointed it to their voice.

And thus, this day of solace continued.

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