'Bang'
Kira chopped at Maira's neck making her unconscious.
"Take out his clothes. "Kira said to Alex gesturing towards the dead Kyle.
With Maira now unconscious, Alex and Kira wasted no time in securing her using Kyle's clothes as a makeshift rope to bindd her limbs, ensuring her movements were restricted, and a gag muffled any potential cries for help. They bound towards the abandoned house, a relic of Alex's past training which now served as an base for their unconventional task.
As they stood over the restrained Maira, Kira's gaze shifted to Alex, her voice holding an air of practicality. "What time is it?"
Checking his watch, Alex responded, "7:24 PM."
Kira nodded, her mind running through a plan. "Message your mother. Let her know we'll be late. She should eat dinner and get some rest."
Following her instructions, Alex quickly tapped out a message to his mother, notifying her of their delay. With the mundane details settled, their attention returned to Maira, who was beginning to stir.
As consciousness returned to Maira's eyes, Kira leaned in with an air of authority. "Now, Maira, who sent you?"
The words hung in the air, anticipation brewing as the silence stretched. Finally, Maira's voice broke the stillness, her admission unravelling the mystery. "It's... it's the bounty on Kira."
The truth hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the challenges that Ken would pose. Kira's expression remained inscrutable, her mind already moving on to the next steps of their plan.
Turning her attention to Alex, Kira's voice held a note of determination. "Alex, you need to do something crucial now."
Alex's expression wavered between uncertainty and resolve. The weight of what Kira was about to ask was palpable in the air. "What... what do I have to do?"
Kira's words held the gravity of their situation. "Drink her blood, Alex. Then feed her your own. Turn her into a sanguine like us."
A moment of hesitation gripped Alex, his mind grappling with the enormity of the request. The idea of drinking blood was alien and unsettling. Yet, the urgency of their mission propelled him forward. With a determined nod, he steeled himself for the task ahead.
Drawing on a wellspring of newfound courage, Alex leaned in, his fangs extending. He drank from Maira's pale form, a mixture of unease and necessity guiding his actions. The taste of blood, coppery and strange, danced across his senses, a surreal experience he could never have imagined.
A surge of power coursed through him, a connection to a primal force that defied logic. Almost consumed by the act, Alex stopped himself just short of draining Maira completely, conscious of the need to keep her alive.
With his wrist cut, Alex pressed it to Maira's lips, his blood mingling with hers. It was an act of transformation, a pledge of shared existence. Maira's body reacted to the infusion, her skin slowly gaining colour, vitality returning to her form. As her transformation continued, her body shifted and contorted, the process both beautiful and haunting.
Then, with an exhale that sounded almost triumphant, Maira's transformation was complete. Rosy skin replaced her pallor, a vitality that only a sanguine possessed. Fangs emerged from her mouth, a striking testament to her new nature. And with a roar that echoed in the dusty corners of the abandoned house, Maira's rebirth was complete.