The moon was already high in the sky when the screen gave out the quest. So Rhaëlya decided that she'll start tomorrow. Moreover, she was extremely tired after today's events.
But now she was...in a pinch. She was still wearing her modern clothes. A pair of light brown sailor pants, a beige body turtle neck and a white lab coat on. On it was her elite student badge that granted her access to the lab whenever she wanted. Luckily it was inside her lab pocket.
The biggest problem with all of this was that the blood of the males she's killed before is still on her clothes. Dried up. Plus she was also sweaty and she wanted to shower. But she didn't know if she could handle the clothes that they wore here. Nor if she could sleep on that straw mass in the middle of the cave.
"Crypt....can you get me some clothes? I want to change." She politely asked the snakeman, after all, she still needed to change. She'll just push through the discomfort.
Crypt looked her up and down with his deep green eyes before smirking.
"You'll need to take what you have on off so that I can get the correct measurements." He stated.
"..." She was speechless so she simply started undressing. She felt the system mutter in her head about shamelessness but right now all she wanted was to get those bloody (literally) clothes off of her. And she couldn't care less if he saw her naked as they'd have to sleep together soon anyway.
It'd be better for him to look at her body now and back off if he felt anything uncomfortable with it before going further anyway. It'd be less humiliating.
As she took her dirty clothes off slowly, Crypt was eyeing her, hidden in the shadows. He's always preferred dark spaces and to stay hidden away from the world despite his arrogance and high self esteem. Yet he knew that most females preferred bright places, thus choosing a cave which can easily cater to both of their preferences.
Still, as he saw her undress, he felt his lower body tighten as blood rushed to there. Seeing the dried blood on her skin, knowing that it was the blood of other males that she's killed, made him even more excited.
But despite the dried blood on her skin, there were some marks under it. His heart picked up even more now. But not because he was excited. He was confused and angry now.
'Did they touch her? But he didn't smell her blood at all. Why then?' He thought and by the time he realized what he was doing, he was already standing in front of her.
Rhaëlya was looking at him in the eyes and she felt a bit nervous. She's always been a 'logic over feelings' type of girl. Even before finding out about the academy and her abilities or her unique personality, which is considered an illness. But she couldn't deny the fact that she was still a human with (some) feelings and attraction to everything pretty. So, she also couldn't lie to herself. She (her libido) was attracted to Crypt.
Whether it's love (it's not*) or just lust, she wanted him. But she wouldn't be able to do anything if he didn't want it as well.
Crypt was looking at her scars with a frown on his face. He has only seen these scars on males. Since females were so treasured, hurting a female was like begging to be skinned alive. The punishment of hurting a female was death by torture. A slow and painful death.
But, someone tell him, why is it that the torture marks are on her skin? Although they seem old, they are very present nonetheless.
"Who did this?" He asked, as calmly as he could. His fury was barely manageable but he didn't want to scare her.
"...does it matter? They're old. More than a decade old anyway." She replied with a sigh.
"I want to kill them. Those who did this." He manages out through gritted teeth. He was tracing them with his sharp nail, making sure to imprint every single line, every single curve of those scars in his memory. He'll make sure to rip them apart shred by shred while following this exact pattern.
"They're already dead." Rhaëlya replied, with a cold glint in her eye.
"Oh?" Crypt asked with a raised eyebrow, finding it difficult to swallow. Although he was glad they were dead, he wanted to kill them himself. To make sure that they suffered enough.
"I killed them. All of them." She continued, a sick smirk on her face.
He was silent. But his blood started rushing to his two heads under his belly. He decided that he'll ask about this later on, right now he just wanted to mark her as his. And especially to become hers.
His irises turned into slits as he looked at her with hunger in his eyes. His body yearning for her touch.
She swallowed hard before coughing a bit, trying to think of how to tell him to wait until she bathes.
"Uhm...I'm dirty right now, so can you please wait until I'm clean?" She tentatively asked but he hissed.
She then understood that he didn't care about the dried up blood on her body and even more than that, it excited him.
That dormant hunger in her finally started to wake up now. She wasn't exactly normal either and as long as her bloody clothes were off, she could ignore her smell and sticky sweat.
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* Don't worry guys she'll soon start loving him as well. It won't be one sided for long. (She'll love him in her own way though)
The next chapter is gonna be a tiny bit spicier, but nothing too explicit as I don't know how to write smut. Please don't hate me ( ＴДＴ)