And as Red drank the crimson liquid, her stomach began to revolt against it, but the woman's will was strong enough that she managed to keep the first chalice full down. Yes, there was something different about this transformation. Whenever she managed to drink the chalice down and digest it, the chalice refilled itself.
Red was not worried, this wasn't an odd part of the transformation, she had heard that her mother had had her chalice refill as she didn't have enough of the substance in her body, and needed to adjust herself to it more. That's what happened when a person became a Lord or Lady de sang. Persons like her and her mother. At least, like they had been, for Red could feel it in herself. She was changing.
And as she chugged down more and more of the warm liquid it began refilling, but Red was suddenly become accustomed to the taste, to the temperature of it. In fact she was beginning to like the taste of the liquid. She was beginning to like it even more than she liked other foods. Red was taking the giant leap between Vegetarian and Lade de sang. It was the most unlikely thing she had ever come across in her life. She never thought she'd be able to drink a whole chalice, let alone the two or three she was so easily sipping at the moment. But after she drank the first chalice her hunger for the substance had grown exponentially and her stomach began to crave the thick crimson liquid.
By the time she was licking her lips, the chalice had drained itself completely, was not going to refill anymore. Red gulped audibly as she recalled her father telling her what would happen when she had finished the chalice completely. Pain.
And as the last of the crimson liquid hit her stomach, the muscles in her arm seized up and she dropped the chalice to the floor. When the muscles in her back followed the same effect, Red was sent to her back, where she began to experience a seizure. Now was the time for Fate to decide. Would she become a Lady or would she die?
And as she began to shake, her arms and legs and stomach, every single part of her hurt as though she'd been placed into a blender and mixed a million times. And just like a piece of fruit in the blender, her state would change and she would become a stronger version of herself.
As she passed out on the floor, her vision wavering, she felt as though she'd spiralled into a deep dark cavern, and as she reached up a pale hand to the chalice, to the room in which she had been in, but she couldn't quite reach and the light disappeared from her grasp.
As the door banged open to the dungeons Usha looked up from her spot on the floor, her new found fangs aching in her mouth, awaiting the arrival, no the return of her father. Would he like the new form she had taken on? Would he finally take her hunting with him? Like she'd secretly always wanted.
'Father?' She asked, hesitantly. What if he didn't like the size of her fangs or her muscles? What if he deemed her lacking? What if he told her that she was small in every aspect because she was female instead of the male that should have been born? She didn't think she could handle that, but she was almost as strong as he was now, she could fight him, until he liked her for who she was.
'Little red riding hood?' A different voice called out, a voice she had never heard before, at least not in waking hours. But she knew that he must have seen her before, for he called her by the name her grandmother had always called her by. It was a side effect for having been given a red riding hood for her birthday. It was probably the reason Senka had given her the nickname Red, since she was a little girl.
'Who's there?' Usha asked, climbing from the floor and bearing her fangs. She reached for the chalice, hoping there was still a drop of blood there, for she was starving and needed to feed from something. Perhaps it was time for that something to become somebody. The intruder would not live past this night. Usha would make sure of it. Not just to feed from, or to make her father proud, but to build up her strength. For he was bound to put up some kind of a fight. They always did, or so her father liked to tell her.
'My name is Caleb. I have come to rescue you. I realised that you had been kidnapped by the evil Vampire Lord that inhabits this castle,' Caleb announced and Usha sneered as she entered the light and saw him. Yes he was beautiful with that midnight black hair and tanned complexion, but those eyes, as green as they were could not be classed as human. Good, looked as though she had more than a good enough fight on hand. Nevertheless, a strong first opponent would make her even stronger if she managed to vanquish him.
'Caleb, you came to the wrong part of the forest. This is my father's castle. I am Usha, the princess of Death,' Usha said and flashed him a fang, letting him know that she was just as bad as her father. At last, like father like daughter.
'You-you're the Lady Usha?' Caleb asked, his wolf like green eyes going wider as he spoke.
'Of course I am, well I have been for about two or three minute now. And I'm weak Caleb. I am so hungry,' she informed him and when her fangs began to ache she lunged for him, with new found super speed, and agility. Yet when he dodged out of the way she could see that he was just as fast and as flexible as she was. She was going to have to think about this logically, if she was going to get to drain him.
He was handsome, perhaps she could change her strategy and try seduction, and after all she was more beautiful now that she had become a vampire.
'So Caleb, have you ever seen a Lady de sang before?' Usha asked, making sure to lower her voice to a husky growl.
'Not before you.'
'Never realised how beautiful one could be huh?' She asked, removing the top button on her dress. Perhaps her brand new ample, or more ample, chest would distract him for a while before he could leave and before he could kill her. She was strong god damn it and this man was no kind of challenge.
'No, not really,' Caleb's voice already sounded husky. Good, so she hadn't been hallucinating when she thought that the guys from school had been obsessed with her looks, but mostly her ample chest.
'I bet you'd love to touch one?' Usha put a lot of her power into the question. If she could just get him closer, if she could just get him to touch her, then he'd become like any other male of any species and get so distracted by her that he wouldn't see her coming until it was too late.
'Oh yes,' Caleb replied and when she pushed her bust out even more he made her way over to her. Yes, her power was strong, the power of beauty and a weaker version of her father's power: mind control.
'Then come,' she said and when he was close enough, when he was almost reaching out to her, she grabbed his head and twisted it, breaking his neck and dropping his lifeless body to the floor. 'And here I thought you would be some kind of a challenge for me,' Usha added as she crouched beside his body and pierced his neck with her fangs.
