Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest - Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Chapter 47.2 – Her Change
‘What is this?’

She opened her eyes into the same darkness again.

Everything felt cold; the world was cold.

‘I am the same.’

She wanted to believe that; she wanted to keep that belief.

‘I am hungry.’

However, both her emotions and her feelings betrayed her at the same time. The moment she felt the intense hunger and thirst for the first time, she inwardly knew things would never be the same ever again.

The darkness enveloped her senses, and Maya found herself in a world of cold shadows. An unsettling calm settled over her, and for a brief moment, she clung to the belief that she remained unchanged.

Yet, that illusion crumbled swiftly.

A gnawing hunger clawed at her insides, a sensation alien to her human self. It echoed through her newfound existence, an insatiable thirst that betrayed the semblance of normalcy she desperately clung to.

As that bastard’s blood coursed through her veins, a metamorphosis unfolded.

Each drop seemed to rewrite the very fabric of her being, the essence of vampirism taking root within her. Her senses heightened, and the cold darkness became a canvas painted with vivid details.

The hunger intensified with every passing moment, a ravenous force that threatened to consume her humanity.

Deep down, Maya understood that the course of her existence had been irreversibly altered by the forbidden communion with the ancient vampire.

‘Those bodies….’

The memory of the hanging bodies in the dim chamber resurfaced, but this time, Maya’s reaction was different.

‘I want to drink their blood…..I need blood…’

The revulsion that had initially accompanied the gruesome sight seemed to wane, replaced by an unsettling curiosity. The hunger within her whispered macabre suggestions, urging her to consider those lifeless forms as a potential source of sustenance.

‘Why? Why do I think this way?’

A conflicted turmoil brewed within her. The very thought of consuming another being, especially one of her own kind, sent a wave of self-disgust through her. Yet, the hunger persisted as a relentless force that demanded satisfaction.

‘But, I am hungry.’

In this newfound state of existence, the lines between humanity and monstrosity blurred, and Maya grappled with the unsettling realization that she was no longer the person she once knew.

‘This is wrong.’

The darkness that embraced her was both an external reality and an internal transformation, each passing moment eroding the remnants of her humanity.

‘But I am hungry.’

As the vampire continued to supply her with blood, Maya felt her hunger being sated.

‘It feels good.’

The repulsion she initially felt toward the taste of the crimson liquid seemed to dissipate, replaced by an odd satisfaction.

‘You are disgusting.’

Even though an inner voice recoiled at the thought, she couldn’t deny the strange allure of the blood.

‘But, it is delicious.’

It was as if the essence of her being craved it, adapting to the macabre sustenance provided by her newfound vampiric nature.

‘You are pathetic to like it.’

The internal conflict persisted—a battle between the remnants of her human morality and the emerging instincts of the creature she was becoming.

‘You are no different than those demons.’

Maya struggled to reconcile the repulsion with the undeniable satisfaction the blood brought, a dichotomy that echoed the complexity of her transformed existence.

‘Huh?’

However, at that exact moment, suddenly, as if a veil had been abruptly lifted, Maya felt the supply of blood ceases.

‘Where did it go?’

The crimson lifeline that had sustained her through the transformative process vanished, leaving her in a state of profound disarray.

Withdrawal effects surged through her like a torrent. It wasn’t just the physical hunger that clawed at her insides; it was an overwhelming psychological craving that threatened to unravel the fragile threads of her sanity.

‘Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back.’

As the blood supply abruptly halted, Maya felt the ground beneath her shatter. The lifeline that had sustained her transformation vanished, leaving her suspended in a limbo between what she was and what she was becoming.

The hunger, once a dull ache, erupted into a tempest within her. It wasn’t merely the physical sensation of an empty stomach but a psychological abyss that beckoned her toward the edge. The shadows in the dim chamber took on a sinister quality, dancing with a malevolence that mirrored the turmoil within.

The abrupt cessation of the blood supply intensified the internal conflict, and Maya found herself teetering on the precipice of a profound abyss.

Every fiber of her being screamed for the crimson nectar that had become both sustenance and torment. The air, heavy with the scent of blood, teased her senses, heightening the desperation that clawed at her sanity.

“Haaaaah…Haaaah…..”

The metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, a tantalizing reminder of the sustenance she craved but was now denied.

Maya gritted her teeth, a futile attempt to stave off the insatiable hunger that threatened to consume her. The echoing mantra of “Bring it back” reverberated through her mind, each repetition driving her deeper into the clutches of a maddening craving.

‘I need it back. I can’t lose control.’ The struggle was intense; an internal battle waged against the withdrawal effects that clawed at her psyche. Her attempts to rationalize, to assert her human will over the burgeoning vampiric instincts, felt like a feeble whisper against the rising tempest.

The dim chamber bore witness to the silent war within her. Shadows danced as Maya wrestled with the visceral yearning, her form contorting as if trying to escape the confines of her own skin.

‘I am not a demon. I am not a demon.’ The mantra clashed against the growing whispers that taunted her with the allure of surrender.

‘I need it. I need it. I need it. I need it. I need it. I need it. I need it. I need it.’

Every fiber of her being strained against the temptation was a testament to the strength of her dwindling humanity.

As if breaking through a haze, Maya managed to open her eyes, if only partially.

In the dimness, a scene unfolded that pierced through the fog of her disarray. A young man stood before the vampire, an unlikely defender in this macabre tableau.

‘Junior?’

Before she could comprehend the intricacies of the situation, the serenity was shattered.

CRUNCH!

The piercing sound reverberated through the chamber as the vampire’s claws impaled the young man’s chest.

‘What?’

She wasn’t expecting him. For some reason, she felt like he was the last person that she wanted to be seen by. It was a cruel twist, an unexpected collision of worlds that she couldn’t reconcile.

Yet, even as her mind grappled with the unfolding scene, another wave of torment surged through her. In the absence of the sustaining blood, every fiber of her being rebelled against the transformation.

‘IT HURTS SO MUCH!’

Pain, sharp and unrelenting, twisted through her, warping the very fabric of her existence.

Her vision took on a crimson hue, an internal tempest that mirrored the external chaos. Maya clung to her fraying control, a desperate attempt to resist the descent into the abyss of agony.

‘Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.’ The mantra echoed in her mind, a feeble plea against the overwhelming onslaught of pain.

‘Junior is here, hold on.’ She wanted to keep her control, getting power from the presence of someone she knew. But slowly, inexorably, the grip of control slipped through her fingers.

The crimson tide swallowed her senses, and Maya felt like she was losing herself in the searing embrace of suffering.

In the throes of relentless agony, Maya questioned the cruel hand fate had dealt her. Each wave of pain felt like an affront to her very existence, an unwarranted torment that twisted her perception of reality.

As the relentless torment consumed her, a seed of resentment sprouted within Maya.

‘WHY ME!’

Why was she the vessel for this excruciating transformation? The world, once a place of wonder, now seemed a malevolent force conspiring against her.

‘I hate this world. I hate the pain. I hate everything.’ Emotions, distorted and intensified, took hold of her psyche. The tendrils of hatred twisted through her thoughts, a manifestation of the turmoil that raged within.

In that moment of weakness, as hatred and agony intertwined within her, a haunting voice whispered through the tumult of her mind.

‘Embrace me.’

The voice, a haunting echo of her own, resonated with the darker recesses of her consciousness—the part she had fought to suppress. It was a call from the depths of her own turmoil, an invitation to surrender to the torrent of emotions that threatened to consume her.

‘No. I can’t.’ The feeble resistance flickered within her, a last stand against the encroaching darkness. The voice, however, persisted, its cadence both seductive and menacing.

‘Embrace me.’

In the throes of pain and thirst, the boundaries between herself and the shadow within blurred.

‘We will be able to drink our beloved blood; just embrace me.’

As if responding to the call, an intense fragrance wafted through the air—a scent so delicious, so tantalizing, that it intoxicated her senses.

The aroma was different from the metallic tang of blood she had become accustomed to; it was an alluring fragrance that beckoned her, promising relief from the insatiable thirst.

‘Embrace me.’

Maya, caught in the dizzying whirlpool of sensations, found herself unable to resist any longer. The line between her own will and the haunting voice dissolved, and with a reluctant surrender, she embraced the shadow within.

The turmoil, once a tempest threatening to tear her apart, now became a sinister ally, guiding her toward an ominous unity.

‘Yes. Let us embrace.’

The transformation was somehow complete, and the once tumultuous turmoil now harmonized with her essence.

The world, a canvas of darkness, started unveiling its true colors as the change settled in. Her vibrant blue eyes slowly morphed into a deep, captivating crimson.

‘Ah…’

With the unveiling of her new reality, a surge of desires welled within her—cravings that were both unfamiliar and insatiable. Foremost among them was an overwhelming thirst for blood.

‘Blood…’

Driven by an instinct that transcended her human past, Maya followed the tantalizing fragrance that teased her senses.

SWOOSH!

Her body moved with a swiftness and grace that defied her former self, a predatory elegance that spoke of her newfound nature.

‘There it is.’

In an instant, her body shot forward, guided solely by the intoxicating scent. The source awaited—a body bathed in shadows, vulnerable to her predatory instincts.

The crimson hunger within her intensified a force that demanded satisfaction as she neared her prey.

BITE!

Her fangs immediately bit the pale skin in front of her.

“Ah….”

The voice, now familiar, resonated in her ears. A part of her recognized it, but in the throes of ecstasy, she dismissed rational thought. The delicate blood that filled her mouth was a revelation—a stark contrast to the vampire’s offering.

The richness of this blood was a symphony of flavors; each drops an exquisite delicacy that quenched her thirst in ways she hadn’t imagined.

‘Aaaah….So good….’

It was intoxicating, a sensation that surpassed the mere sustenance the vampire had provided earlier.

Lost in the depths of this newfound pleasure, Maya surrendered to the ecstasy, allowing the delicious blood to envelop her senses.

The world faded away as the crimson nectar became her sole focus, and the boundaries between predator and prey dissolved in the intoxicating embrace of the feast.

“Senior….Calm down….”

Until she heard the voice more clearly this time…..