Vampire 9
Morse felt an unbearable ache in his heart. With a swift movement, he flipped over and pinned Tang Xi beneath him.
His cold fangs hovered near Tang Xi’s artery, revealing the ruthless side of his vampire nature.
A voice deep inside him roared, urging him to turn Tang Xi into one of his own—to claim him completely.
A vampire who undergoes their first embrace will develop an uncontrollable reverence for the one who turned them.
That way, he could keep Tang Xi forever. Humans were simply too fragile.
Just the thought of making his angel see only him, think of nothing else—certainly not that damned Evans—and depend on him entirely made Morse’s blood boil with excitement.
He licked a small area of Tang Xi’s skin, numbing it before carefully sinking his fangs in.
Tang Xi felt no pain at all. Instead, a tingling sensation spread through him, bringing an indescribable pleasure.
Instinctively, he pressed himself closer, as if offering himself up to Morse’s mouth.
Morse released him and lifted a drop of his own blood onto his fingertip.
“Would you like to be embraced by me?” Morse asked, his gaze locked onto Tang Xi’s, as solemn as if he were proposing marriage.
Dazed and lost in a fog of sensation, Tang Xi didn’t fully understand the question. He only had the urge to cling to his poop scooper, seeking comfort from the unbearable heat in his body.
Resting his face against Morse’s firm chest, he listened to the steady heartbeat within—though it was growing louder and more frantic by the second.
Morse’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He took Tang Xi’s silence as agreement.
Gently, he placed his fingertip against Tang Xi’s lips.
Tang Xi instinctively frowned at the taste of blood, but the familiar scent of his poop scooper soothed his hazy mind, filling him with an inexplicable sense of security.
Without thinking, he instinctively licked with his small tongue and swallowed.
Morse rewarded him with a kiss. “Good boy.”
The drop of heart’s blood slid down his throat, igniting a fire from his stomach that spread to his limbs.
He gently rubbed the cat ears to comfort him. “Sleep, it’ll be over soon.”
Tang Xi could no longer hold on and slowly closed his eyes.
When he woke up again, he had no idea how much time had passed. He was still nestled in Morse’s embrace.
“I…” He opened his mouth, then shut it again.
His throat was so hoarse it ached, and his stomach felt like he hadn’t eaten in three days. The overwhelming hunger tormented him.
Tang Xi felt a little scared.
[1551, don’t tell me I’ve been asleep for three days without eating?]
[Just one day.]
The intense hunger brought back memories of starving as a kitten. Since he couldn’t reveal his identity in human society and couldn’t find a job before turning eighteen, he often went hungry.
It wasn’t until he learned how to use his kitten form to trick people into feeding him that he finally escaped the days of starvation.
He was always fiercely protective of food—hunger was the one thing he feared most, the thing he could never accept.
So when Morse lifted his chin, he was met with a tear-streaked little face, eyes brimming with unshed drops.
Morse panicked instantly, his eyes filled with distress. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
Tang Xi kept crying, and being comforted by someone he trusted only made him feel more wronged.
Deep down, he understood that all this discomfort was caused by his poop scooper. He had always been independent in front of others, but when it came to his poop scooper, he became especially delicate.
Through his sobs, he whimpered about how miserable he felt.
Morse grew even more flustered, hating himself for letting jealousy cloud his judgment.
“Does something hurt?” he pressed.
Tang Xi sniffled, rubbing his belly. “I’m hungry.”
His clear, cat-like eyes, now teary, looked even softer—glistening and utterly irresistible.
Hearing this, Morse didn’t feel relieved at all. Instead, guilt washed over him. He brought his wrist to Tang Xi’s lips, coaxing him to open his mouth.
“I should have thought of this.”
Newly turned vampires were always ravenous. Tang Xi, already weak, had slept for an entire day, intensifying the hunger tenfold. While it wouldn’t kill him, it was pure torment.
By nature, a starving vampire would have long since lost control, turning violent and destructive. But his little cat was different—he was foolishly well-behaved, curling up in his arms to cry rather than giving in to instinct. His fangs had already emerged, yet he still hesitated to use them.
But the moment Morse placed his wrist in front of him, Tang Xi finally followed his instincts and bit down.
The newborn vampire knew nothing about proper feeding. He didn’t even numb the skin first—just latched on hurriedly.
Morse barely blinked as his wrist was pierced, gazing at Tang Xi with indulgence. He even pushed his hand forward, letting him drink more.
The blood of a vampire ancestor—just a single drop was enough to drive lower-level vampires mad with desire.
Just a single drop could elevate one’s bloodline.
Tang Xi clutched his entire wrist, drinking greedily, quickly becoming intoxicated.
Releasing his bite, he looked up at Morse with a dazed, silly grin. “1551, this blood tastes like wine.”
It was like rich red wine—smooth, not bitter, and dangerously addictive.
At least to him, it was so delicious it felt impossible to resist.
1551 nearly short-circuited in horror.
Luckily, because Tang Xi was slurring slightly, Morse only thought he was making little whimpering sounds, completely unaware that he was addressing someone by name.
As soon as Tang Xi let go, the bite marks on Morse’s wrist vanished instantly, not a single drop of blood spilled.
Morse gazed at him, his eyes dark with unreadable emotions. “Does it taste good?”
It was impossible to tell whether the desire was sparked by Tang Xi himself or by the aphrodisiac-like effect of the vampire saliva injected into him.
Still following his instincts, he lowered his head and accurately sealed the lips of the drunken chatterbox who had been intoxicated from drinking blood.
Lips and teeth tangled, soft tongues entwining in a dance.
Morse thoughtfully retracted his fangs, but the newly turned little vampire was too inexperienced to do the same. Though his fangs were small—almost pitiful compared to a normal vampire’s—they were still sharp. In the midst of the kiss, he accidentally nicked Morse’s lips, drawing blood.
The fresh blood smeared across their lips, only to be meticulously licked clean by the greedy little vampire.
Driven by the delicious taste, Tang Xi instinctively leaned in again, persistently licking the man’s cold lips in an attempt to get more.
Faced with such an eager little prey, Morse deepened the kiss, one tinged with the taste of blood.
Meanwhile, 1551, who had just managed to escape only to be dragged back in again: …
When Morse finally let go, Tang Xi was completely dazed. He even let out a soft, dissatisfied whimper.
Who could possibly resist a kitten acting spoiled?
Morse almost lost control, nearly slicing open his own vein to feed him. Fortunately, reason prevailed in the end.
“Be good. No more blood for today.”
High-energy blood required high-intensity consumption.
Drinking too much would be more of a burden than a benefit—though this wasn’t a concern with regular human blood.
But just the thought of his little vampire pressing his lips against someone else’s skin, licking another person’s neck, drinking that low-quality blood—Morse couldn’t suppress the violent surge in his heart.
That was absolutely out of the question. His vampire belonged to him, and he alone would spoil him. There was no need for him to drink that kind of blood meant only for sustenance.
Watching the little vampire struggle to digest, Morse made a noble decision—to help him.
He reached up and unfastened the buttons at his collar. Recalling the knowledge he had recently acquired, he decided it was time to put those serious discussions about the mysteries of the human body into practice.
Just as he gently adjusted the little vampire’s position in his arms, his blood surged, seeking an outlet. His fingers traced downward with agonizing slowness.
But just as they reached his waist, the warmth in his embrace suddenly disappeared.
The person who had just been in his arms was gone.
In his lap, a tiny kitten meowed at him instead.
It took Morse a full thirty seconds to stiffly lower his head, staring at his now empty palm, where all that remained was the lingering sensation of soft, delicate skin.
Tang Xi felt that his humanoid form wasn’t satifying enough, so he simply reverted to his original form. After all, his cat ears and tail had already been seen by his caretaker.
However, something felt different this time—his back felt strangely heavy.
Dazed, Tang Xi stood up, but his four little legs, unbalanced and unaccustomed to the change, tripped over each other. With a thud, he flopped right back down.
It was exactly as the saying went—each leg moving in its own direction.
“Meow meow meow?” What’s on my back?
Tang Xi looked up in alarm, asking his poop scooper. But to his surprise, the man had suddenly gone rigid.
Morse was utterly bewildered—this was the first time he’d encountered something like this.
Where’s my treasure? He had placed his precious little one right here—a soft, sweet-smelling baby—so where had it gone?
Since his poop scooper was clearly unreliable, Tang Xi had to figure it out himself. He struggled to turn his head and, to his shock, spotted a pair of small wings on his back.
Black, delicate little wings rested there, fluttering instinctively in response to his inner turmoil—spreading slightly before clumsily folding back in.
His initial fear faded, replaced by an innate curiosity. He let out a few excited meows, twirling in circles in an attempt to touch the tiny wings.
But his movements only resulted in another tumble. This time, however, he didn’t land on his legs—gentle hands caught him mid-fall.
Morse forcibly suppressed his desires and scooped up the little kitten, rubbing his soft belly.
“Meow!”
Tang Xi, displeased, extended a paw and batted at Morse’s face, trying to push him away.
Morse fell silent.
Did I turn him the wrong way?
Shouldn’t he be feeling admiration for me now? Shouldn’t he be clinging to me?
Unconvinced, Morse held the kitten at a distance, expecting him to grow anxious.
Instead, Tang Xi instinctively spread his tiny wings, flapped them erratically, and—somehow—actually managed to lift off.
Although his wings struggled to support his weight, he fluttered as fast as he could and managed to clumsily fly across the bed, diving into the blankets. Only the tip of his fluffy tail peeked out, flicking back and forth in playful defiance.
Morse held back his irritation. With a long reach, he pulled the mischievous kitten back into his arms.
Tang Xi adjusted easily, kneading his paws against Morse’s chest, purring contentedly as he made himself comfortable.
Frustrated by the heat stirring inside him, Morse pinched the kitten’s tiny wings, moving them slightly. “I’m going to imprison you.”
He had a feeling Tang Xi wasn’t grasping the situation at all.
The newly sprouted wings couldn’t retract yet, leaving them vulnerable to Morse’s grasp. The kitten had no choice but to endure the teasing.
Annoyed, Tang Xi flipped onto his back, exposing his fluffy belly while pinning his wings beneath him to keep them from being touched.
“Meow!” I know, you’re just talking about imprisonment.
He had been through so many worlds—nothing surprised him anymore. Besides, in his original form, there was no need to maintain any kind of persona. As long as he had a comfortable place to play, and his poop scooper continued to pamper him with good food and soft blankets, he was fine.
Why was this spoiled little young master reacting so indifferently?
Morse bared his sharp fangs, deciding it was time to reassert his dignity—as the ancestor of vampires and as the “father” of this newborn fledgling.
With that, he tossed the little kitten onto the plush pillow, stood up coldly, and declared, “I’m going out for a bit. Stay put and don’t even think about running away.”
Author’s Note:
Oh no, the poop scooper turned the adorable kitten into a vampire too! (points accusingly)