My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Onoval, stop hiding

"Why are you sleeping on the floor?" ask Lisa while helping me get up.

"Who would sleep on the floor, my feet would stumble over the blanket" I explained briefly. "Where are you guys from?"

"It's normal to buy lunch at this hour" Rosse replied.

"How are you doing, brother? We're so worried you're back with Onoval in a state of unconsciousness."

"Onoval?"

"Yes. He said you were too exhausted and passed out. He didn't say anything else."

"The attitude yesterday was a little different," Rosse said making me glance at him.

"Different? Likewhat?" ask me Rosse was curious.

"He doesn't talk much. After driving you he just left. Isn't that weird?"

"Go? It was like disappearing in the dark. I glanced back at her, but I couldn't find any, '" Lisa said.

"Disappeared, you could say. It has the ability to move from one place to another very quickly. Hm... I'm curious, do all vampires have this ability or are they just Onoval?" my inner. "How's Trysta doing?"

"He's starting to improve. Now treated in the health room. The wound was not too severe, he was just tired against the attack of vampires here too much," explained Sofia.

"Would we see him tonight?" take me to them.

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Her night. I felt something a little different from my body. Usually if I experience fatigue until fainting, at least it takes at least three days to wake up and still in a weak state. But this time it's different. Upon waking up I felt very energetic and like I had never fainted at all. Though yesterday Onoval sucked up enough of my blood, at least it made me anemic. I'll ask Onoval this.

The hour of rest arrived, I searched for Onoval's whereabouts throughout the school. After going around a few times, I did not find it. He must have avoided me. It was very easy for him to do that using his teleportation ability. I left early so I could meet him in his class. But he had disappeared until no one in his class had noticed his disappearance. I'm not giving up. Anyhow you have to explain all this to me. Because it covers my life. Onoval was a vampire and here he bit me, isn't that the same thing that made me a slave to his blood. AAAAH.... I don't want to! Being the blood slave of a vampire meant that I had to submit and obey the vampire who marked me. I don't want to be her doll even if it's Onoval. How about I find out. That would be so bad...!

"Onoval get out of you!! You can't keep hiding like this!" my screams expressed my frustration at him. Now I'm on the roof of the school building looking out at the old castle. "If you're here, I'm just gonna ask you one thing. If you really were a vampire, would I be your blood slave? If so, it means I am current submissive and obedient to you. To be honest, I was a little afraid of this because I knew nothing about blood slaves. Can I still live my life as usual?"

"Don't be afraid."

I immediately turned around as soon as I heard Onoval's voice. He walked over to me and stopped right in front of me. I had to raise my face so I could see his face.

"Onovals. Where the hell have you been? Why are you hiding from me?"

Onoval just looked at me, then he stroked my face until it ended up on my neck. The coldness of his hand reminded me of the moment he bit me. Onoval stared sadly right where he had planted his fangs to suck my blood.

"I'm afraid you're mad at me. I'm sorry I bit you. I really can't help myself. Your blood smells so sweet."

"It's true you're a vampire. Then, am I gonna be... Your blood slave?"

"Onoval, what kind of vampire are you? I asked Trysta. No vampire has the power of you. The ability to move around very quickly and you said you removed the bite mark... No vampire can do that. I know very well how fast vampires move. They are like a gentle wind, while you... You're much more like teleporting instead of moving at high speed. Is it because of this power that you can go to the capital as you please? An ordinary vampire can't travel that far."

"You want to come with me somewhere? As long as you're not afraid of heights" Onoval said.

"I'm not afraid of anything, but as long as you tell me who you are."

"Alright," Onoval clasped both of my hands. "String tight ya. Don't let go of my hand."

Using his abilities, Onoval took me somewhere. It felt dark in an instant and then suddenly I opened my eyes and found myself in a different place. It's not on the roof of the school anymore. This place is much higher than the roof of the school. I looked far ahead because the view presented was more interesting. The expanse of the sea at night stretches as far as the eye can see with the starry sky. It was a very rare night that I could enjoy in the capital.

"Wow... Where's us? Where are you taking me?" I just looked at Onoval.

"We're still in the school environment."

Hearing that made me look at Onoval. "School environment?"

"We're on the highest peak of NorthVyden castle, the bell tower."

I just realized there's a big bell right behind me. This place has no lighting. Only the faint rays of bright lights that were down there rose up here. I bow my head looking down. And sure enough, right down there is a school. Some students/students look so small walking through the park. Just for a moment my eyes were fixed down now diverted to the view of the port city. The city is even more amazing at night. All the lights decorate skyscrapers and ports that are still seen actively doing their work. The night world here is completely free of activity without having to fear anything.

"The castle bell tower? Isn't school murite forbidden to enter the castle?"

"We're just standing in the tower, not in it."

"But it's still part of the castle."

"Don't worry. No one is angry. I come here often if I want to be alone. This place was quiet and there was no way anyone could interfere," Onoval sat on the edge of the tower with her legs dangling down.

I followed him sitting next to him. "You're right. This place is indeed very quiet, especially served with a view as beautiful as this. I also really liked places this quiet," I felt Onoval looking at me which made me turn to her.

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