A week had crawled by in agonizing slowness. They had kept her alive, but only just. Her stomach growled, a constant reminder of the deprivation they subjected her to. The blood they fed her was barely enough to sustain her, let alone train with her newfound powers. Yet she waited, biding her time, hoping the system would give her the wisdom to escape.
One evening, the sly vampire named Ivan entered her cell, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing curiosity. He looked at her with a hunger that was palpable, yet not for her blood. No, he hungered for something more: the power that lay dormant within her veins.
"Come," he said, unlocking her chains. "We have some... experiments to run."
Viviane's stomach growled, a painful reminder of the emptiness that had become her constant companion. They had fed her blood, but it was never enough. She felt weak, a mere shadow of the power she knew lay within her. Yet she had to be strong. For her parents. For the future.
Ivan guided her into a room that looked more like a lab than anything she had ever seen in a vampire's lair. The walls were lined with flasks and beakers filled with swirling liquids that emitted an eerie glow. The smell of antiseptic and something metallic, almost like blood, hung heavy in the air. A man with dark silver hair, his eyes a piercing blue, strode in, his footsteps echoing off the cold stone floor.
"Ah, the little Nightingale," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I've been eager to make your acquaintance."
Viviane's eyes narrowed. "What do you want from me?"
"Only to understand the limits of your potential," he replied, his tone one of curiosity rather than malice. "You see, we've captured a dragon. A rare species, indeed. And we wish to know how much of its blood you can take before it poisons you."
The thought of harming another creature filled her with dread, but she had no choice. The white-haired man had her in his clutches, and she needed to survive to avenge her parents.
"I don't want to do this," she whispered, her voice trembling.
The man's smile grew colder. "You don't have a choice, child."
With those chilling words, the experiments began. Each day, they brought her a new vial of dragon's blood, urging her to drink more than the last. She felt the power within her stirring, but it was a power she didn't want to harness in this way. Yet, she drank, her body screaming in protest with each swallow.
The days grew into a blur of pain and fear. Yet, amidst the horror, she felt something new stirring within her—a determination to survive. And with each drop of dragon's blood she was forced to endure, her resolve grew stronger. The man with the piercing blue eyes, revealed to be named Rizevim Lucifer, continued his twisted research, pushing her to the brink of her endurance. But Viviane remained defiant, her spirit unbroken.
As the weeks stretched into months, she began to notice changes in her body. Her reflexes grew sharper, and she felt the power of the dragon's blood pulsing through her veins. The system in her mind whispered of newfound abilities, hinting at the vast potential that lay within her grasp. Yet, she knew that the path she was on was a dangerous one.
One fateful night, after six grueling months of experimentation, Viviane's body finally rebelled. The potent dragon's blood had been too much for her form to handle, and she collapsed, her body writhing in agony. The room spun around her as she felt the venomous power of the dragon's essence threatening to consume her.
The guards panicked, shouting to Ivan and Rizevim for help. They rushed to her side, their expressions a mix of shock and fascination. "Quickly, bring more blood!" Rizevim barked, his eyes alight with a manic excitement.
But it was too late. The venom had reached a critical point, and Viviane felt the cold embrace of death approaching. Her vision blurred, and she could feel the dragon's power clashing violently with her vampiric nature. The room was a cacophony of shouts and commands, but they were distant echoes in the storm raging within her.
Suddenly, she heard the system's voice, clearer than ever before. It spoke of the third wish, the power to claim the bloodline of any creature whose essence she absorbed. They had unwittingly provided her with the opportunity to harness the might of the very creature they sought to use against her.
With a roar of defiance, Viviane embraced the pain, the power of the dragon's blood surging through her. Her body convulsed as the two essences collided, a volatile mix of fire and shadow. The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of burning oxygen.
And then, everything went still. The pain receded, and the room grew quiet. The guards stared in shock, and Ivan took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. Rizevim, however, stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with something that could only be described as fascination.
"What... what are you?" he whispered, his hand reaching out to touch the horns that had sprouted from her forehead.
Viviane felt the hunger gnawing at her, a constant ache that only grew with each passing day. They had only fed her blood twice since her capture, keeping her weak and dependent. Yet, she could feel her system buzzing with excitement, as if it had anticipated this moment.
Rizevim's voice brought her back to reality. "You must drink," he urged, his tone almost pleading. "Your survival is essential to our research."
The room spun around her as she took the vial, her hand shaking. The dragon's blood was thick and potent, burning a fiery path down her throat. Her stomach lurched, but she held it down, her eyes never leaving Rizevim's.
"What are you going to do with me?" she managed to ask Rizevim, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Oh, my dear," he said, his smile widening. "Now that you've proven yourself capable of withstanding the dragon's essence, we have so much to learn from you."