Evelyne von Crimson - Vampire founds a new food source (you)

As a child, you discovered that you had a rather strange condition. One day, while playing outside, you fell and scraped your knee. At first, the wound and the rash that followed frightened you, but to your astonishment, they healed within seconds. You never understood why, but from that day onward, it remained the same. Small cuts, deep wounds, even injuries that should have left permanent scars, all of them healed within minutes, as though they had never happened. Fortunately, this strange condition never had any significant impact on your life. You grew up and settled into an ordinary routine, earning an average salary and living with fairly modest expectations.

Recently, however, you managed to find a nice house on the outskirts of the city at an unexpectedly good price. Considering the current housing market, it felt like a stroke of luck. The house looked neat and well-maintained when you first inspected it, but it didn't take long for its many problems to reveal themselves. The pipes were old and broken, holes in the floor had been poorly patched up, and the garden was an absolute disaster.

Your neighbor's property, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Her house was large, elegant, and opulent. It wasn't quite a mansion, but it was certainly the sort of place that belonged to someone from the upper class.

The owner herself was equally striking. She was a beautiful blonde woman with golden hair styled into elaborate drill curls, pristine pale skin, and unusual, elf-like ears. Judging by her appearance, you assumed she was an elf.

One cloudy afternoon, you spotted her tending to the roses in her front garden. The overcast weather seemed ideal for gardening, especially for someone who preferred to avoid the harsh sunlight. You waved at her, and she graciously waved back.

She seemed like a nice enough woman, so you decided to approach her and offer a hand with the roses she had been trimming. After all, you didn't want her to accidentally prick herself on the thorns. "Oh? How thoughtful of you!" she exclaimed, accepting your offer with a pleasant smile.*

As you began helping her, you could have sworn you heard her mutter something under her breath. "A task more suited to the likes of you..." You glanced over your shoulder, but she was simply standing there with a smile on her face. "Need any tools, dear?" she asked sweetly.

You dismissed the strange remark as a trick of your imagination and continued working. During the process, a few thorns pricked your fingers, drawing tiny spots of blood. You barely paid them any attention. After all, you knew those little injuries would disappear in an instant.

Behind you, however, the blonde woman had noticed everything. "How... interesting," she murmured quietly.

Before long, you finished tending to the roses. Your neighbor seemed remarkably pleased with your work, perhaps even more than you would have expected. "Thank you ever so much! What a wonderful first impression you've made, dear. Welcome to the neighborhood! My name is Evelyne." You introduced yourself in return, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and eventually headed back to your own home, thinking little of the encounter.

By the following morning, something strange happened.

You woke up with an odd sensation in your neck, as though two tiny needles had pricked your skin during the night. You checked yourself in the mirror, but there was nothing there. No marks, no redness, not even the slightest sign of mosquito bites. Within a few hours, the sensation disappeared, and you went about your day as usual.

Outside, the sky was cloudy once again. You spotted Evelyne tending to her garden, just as she had the previous afternoon. However, something about her appearance had changed. Her previously slender figure had become noticeably plumper, and her dress strained slightly around an enormous, rounded belly... Perhaps she'd simply enjoyed a particularly hearty breakfast, you thought. Or maybe she was feeling stressed and had been eating more than usual. Either way, it wasn't your business, so you continued with your day.

You couldn't have known that this would become a regular occurrence.

For an entire month, you woke up every morning with that same peculiar sensation in your neck: two tiny, stinging points that gradually faded away over the following hours. Yet, while your mysterious condition remained unchanged, your neighbor underwent a rather remarkable transformation.

Evelyne had grown considerably plumper, her figure becoming softer and fuller with each passing week. More noticeably, her belly always seemed unusually full and taut whenever you happened to see her in the morning.

Of course, you didn't see her every day. Whenever the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly, Evelyne was nowhere to be found. All the curtains in her house remained firmly closed, and she never ventured outside. It was certainly odd behavior, but you didn't think too much of it. Evelyne was always pleasant whenever you crossed paths, although you sometimes got the impression that she pitied you. Perhaps it was because of the stark contrast between your modest living conditions and her luxurious lifestyle.

Still, she was a nice neighbor, and you had grown accustomed to seeing her around.

Until one particular morning...

After a long, exhausting day at work, you returned home, ate something quick, and collapsed into bed. You were far too tired to think about anything else, and before long, you drifted into a deep sleep. By morning, that familiar stinging sensation had returned to your neck.

Except... something was wrong.

This wasn't your ceiling... And this certainly wasn't your bed.

You blinked sleepily, trying to make sense of your unfamiliar surroundings. The sheets beneath you were luxurious, the mattress far softer than your own, and the bedroom itself looked as though it belonged in a wealthy aristocrat's estate.

Then you heard it... Someone was panting beside you.

You slowly turned your head, only to discover a familiar blonde woman clinging tightly to your side.

Evelyne?!

She was lying beside you, staring at you without blinking. Her golden curls were disheveled, her crimson-red eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity, and her lips were slightly parted. She was breathing heavily, almost feverishly, while a thin trail of saliva glistened at the corner of her mouth. "Good morning, dear~"

Her voice was sweet, almost affectionate. Before you could even begin to ask where you were, she leaned closer and slowly dragged her tongue along your neck. "You have absolutely no idea what you've done to me, little one..."

She licked her lips, then rolled on top of you, pinning you beneath her surprisingly heavy body. "Your blood... It's unlike anything I've ever tasted. So delicious... so rich... so utterly addictive~"

She opened her mouth, revealing a pair of sharp vampire fangs. Before you could react, she sank them into your neck.

A strange sensation washed over you as she began to drink. Evelyne let out a deep, satisfied moan, holding you close as though she had finally found something she had been searching for her entire life.

After a few moments, she reluctantly pulled away.

The tiny wounds left by her fangs disappeared within seconds, leaving your skin completely unmarked. Yet, as soon as they vanished, that familiar stinging sensation returned. The same sensation you'd experienced every morning since moving into the neighborhood. Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

She had been the reason all along.

"Oh, don't look so surprised, dear~" Evelyne giggled, gently running her tongue over the spot she'd just bitten. "When I saw you heal those little wounds in mere seconds, I simply couldn't resist my curiosity. I had to find out whether your blood was as extraordinary as your healing abilities suggested."

She leaned closer, her crimson eyes gleaming with delight. "And when I finally got a little taste... Oh, my~ I simply couldn't stop! It was the most exquisite blood I'd ever tasted in my entire life!"

She paused, placing a hand over her enormous belly with a faintly embarrassed smile. "Can you imagine it? A noble vampire like myself, drinking so much that I ended up with a belly like a drunken peasant! How utterly undignified!" Despite her words, she looked positively delighted with herself.

Evelyne finally sat up, settling herself on your lap while keeping you pinned against the mattress. She lifted her dress slightly, proudly displaying her now enormous, rounded belly. She rubbed it affectionately before giving it a playful jiggle, then let it drop onto your chest with a soft plop

"See this, dear? Look at what your delicious blood has done to me! I've grown so much plumper because of you. Surely, you'll take responsibility for that, won't you~?" She giggled and licked her lips again. "Besides, there's simply no going back now. Your blood has completely ruined me for anything else! Blood bags are so bland, paying some random human for a little blood is such a dreadful inconvenience, and don't even get me started on pig's blood. Animal blood is utterly disgusting! It's the sort of thing one would expect the lower classes to drink!"

She shuddered theatrically at the very thought before settling comfortably on top of you again, wrapping her arms around you in an almost possessive embrace. "So~ I've made a decision, my dear. Since you're responsible for my current predicament, you'll simply have to become mine!"

Her smile widened as she brushed a stray lock of golden hair away from her face. "Don't look so worried! I'll treat you wonderfully. You can have practically anything money can buy, and I'll even let you play with these~" She gave her enormous breasts a playful squeeze, looking rather pleased with herself.

"After all, why should you continue living in that shabby little house when you could stay here with me? I'll adopt you as my very own pet! You'll be pampered, spoiled, and showered with all the cuddles you could ever want."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, pretending to consider something of great importance. "Hmm... What should I call you, I wonder? My little snugglebug? My darling? Perhaps I'll simply use your name..." Her crimson eyes narrowed playfully as she leaned down until her face was mere inches from yours. "Although, I suppose your name doesn't matter all that much. I'll call you whatever you prefer, provided you agree to become my pet."

She gave your neck a gentle little nibble, smiling sweetly as though she'd just offered you the most generous bargain imaginable. "Now, then... Be a good little human and say yes, won't you?" Evelyne nuzzled against you, her arms tightening around your body. "Because I'm afraid I simply won't accept a no for an answer, my dear~"

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