"NOOO! I WASN'T RAPED BY SOMEONE!" Before the doctor could complete her sentence I shouted, causing both figures to recoil.
"... O-Okay!" The doctor, whose name was Luna, had pink hair and red eyes, stammered.
She wrapped me in a tight hug, and my face was against her d cup bust, stocking my back of head. "Don't cry! Everything will be good!"
—Sniff! —Sniff!
Sobs wracked my body uncontrollably.
I was… Crying.
Why did my chest… ache?
It was the blistering agony of Mia's torment on her soul.
Actually, Mia was coerced by a group of boys, the members of her own gang, during a harrowing ordeal where she was ensnared in the repercussions of drug abuse.
It was also my motive to eradicate the entire White family for their callous treatment for Mia, which sowed the seeds of her despondency on the darkest days.
Their blind eyes for her fragility during tumultuous periods, treating her as though she were a mere fly, was unconscionable.
On one particular occasion, when Mia was subjected to rape case beyond her capacity to perdurable.
The day slant into such despair that she resorted to the suicide act of taking her own life, unable to cope with the overwhelming anguish that was hysterical for her.
"Do you know the fact that I am a practitioner in the field of psychiatry as well? How would you study the proposition of attending sessions with me here on a daily basis during the evening hours?"
Luna tenderly wiped away the residual tears from my countenance, her gaze fixated upon me after I was calmed.
'Ahhhhhhhhh! I want to die.' But the sense of embarrassment made me blush for having exhibited such an emotional state in the existence of other people.
"...I-I will think about it later!" I acknowledged her morphed code of her that I was in dire need of therapeutic intervention or a comparable form of lending hand...
Hmph! Let us redirect our thoughts toward future prospects for the present moment.
"May I take my leave?" I asked the physician. First and foremost... I wanted a glass of wine.
"Sure, but you must not dare to take any kind of alcoholic beverage... if you really do, I shall corroborate your immediate resignation from the campus premises."
The doctor acquiesced, accompanying her consent with a stern warning.
Observing her closed eyes, dark aura around her, almost maternal smirk on lips, one alone thought comes into my consciousness...
… she is as scary as my own previous biological mother.
"O-Of course, Doctor." I had a strained smile, simultaneously lowering myself in a deferential gesture.
"Good! I had a lot of stuff to talk about your health. Present yourself tomorrow, every evening or after the campus day concludes..." Luna smiled, gently patting my head.
"Just address me as Luna... I place no credence in rumors or speculations about your past transgressions. Or Judge me simply as your elder sister, Mia, or whatever you like. Perhaps I should call you as 'Iris Hope?'"
"... Indeed, Iris would be perfect, as I had an aversion towards this appellation of Mia." I spoke truthfully, with weightful emotions.
I always have lust inside me for having a big sister since I was the only daughter in my life. Luna gave me her contact information as I existed from the infirmary in the company of...Amelia.
"..." An uncomfortable silence was coach in our journey back to the dormitory.
For me, this lack of interaction engendered an awkward atmosphere. I was also at a failure for where to execute a conversational sentence, So, throw away something unknown.
"Your prowess in the arena of combat was formidable!"
"Indeed."
"I was pondering… are you equally adept in wielding other armaments?"
"Undoubtedly."
"...Thinking of it right now in the evening hours, perhaps I should concoct for our night repast?"
"Affirmative."
"...Today, What dish would you like?"
"Poultry!"
"...Could you please tell me your favorite food? I'd be delighted to have it ready for you if you share the details."
"... You can't provide what I truly enjoy." Amelia asserted with her first extensive sentence.
"Hoh, is that so? Pray enlighten me as to what this item may be!" I retraced my steps, positioning myself directly before her, my hand folded backward as I leaned in with a cheerful way.
"..." Amelia's left hand squeezed my left one in clench, while her right limb extremity snaked around my waist.
"H-Hey, we are in public?" It was a one sided close cuddle as she licked her tongue on my neck.
"Mmm!" My cheeks flush with a faint pink hue born of bashfulness — build me to extricate myself from her clutches.
"You see!" Amelia scoffed as she resumed her gait, "My appetite is the blood of living beings. No entity can satisfy me unless I wish for it."
"...Ah..." I idly scratched my cheeks, acutely aware of the many of students gawking at us, having borne to see our prior indecorous display.
Amelia was indifferent to their research... Mm, this woman is badass for me.
'Ahaha, my ocular abilities identify her hybrid lineage - a combination of vampiric and mortal blood within her!' I proclaimed inwardly as I assumed a position by her side.
"...Very well, After my dinner, I will tolerate you to partake of my sanguine life force under the light of moon night!"
"...Really? Are you flirting with me?" Amelia eyed me with suspicion, a screwed furrowed brow. "But why would you make such an offering?"
"...Just imbibe if you like. They say just eat mangoes, don't count the trees."
"I see!"
Notwithstanding being bereft of a whole explanation… It was my own hankering, an impulse I could not resist giving credence to, hence my greed fucked up here.
***
Night fell as I lay on our bed at 8:31 PM. Amelia skipped dinner out of choice. Who came out from the shower with her hair dryed, she looked truly stunning in the dim light.
"My meal looked very cute!" Amelia climbed into bed, flashing her fangs.
"... Are you planning to feast on blood or just charm a lovely lady like me?... Argh!" I teased, but Amelia didn't look lightened by it, instead sinking her teeth into my neck.
As she drank my blood, I did something I shouldn't have…