Vampire 11
At the banquet, there were delicate cakes made with extracted blood. Tang Xi was fed several pieces by Morse.
In the end, he held a small fish-shaped strawberry blood cake in his hands, nibbling on it quietly from the side.
As he ate, he leisurely played a cat-matching game with the system in his mind.
Since the bold man who had offended him earlier had been rejected, and Morse was now engaged in conversations with other vampires, no longer keeping an eye on him at all times, no one at the banquet dared to approach him.
Suddenly, a hesitant voice sounded from his right front side. “Are you very hungry?”
Tang Xi looked over in confusion. In his mind, 1551 exclaimed in surprise: [Isn’t this the original protagonist shou?]
It seemed to be a vassal of one of the vampires present.
As Tang Xi turned to face him, he finally got a full view of the black-haired young man.
Dressed in elegant and luxurious attire, compared to him, Tang Xi looked like a scruffy child who had just been playing with a ball on the streets.
A flicker of jealousy flashed across Mitchell’s face but quickly disappeared. He put on a friendly expression. “Oh, are you a vassal of a vampire as well?”
Some humans willingly followed vampires as living blood bags, whether through coercion or for their own purposes. Such individuals were known as vassals.
Vassals had only two possible fates—either they were played with until they were discarded, their bodies unable to withstand the blood loss, or they were eventually turned into vampires, gaining an almost immortal existence.
Unless a vassal was deeply cherished, vampires—who were inherently wicked—would rarely choose to turn them. Granting a vassal power also meant creating a new potential threat, even if there remained a hierarchy between them.
Since vampires couldn’t reproduce like humans, turning vassals was one of the few ways their race could expand.
Tang Xi tilted his head in thought. In a way, he truly was Morse’s vassal.
A reluctant vassal, to be precise.
So, he obediently nodded, his expression utterly innocent.
Mitchell felt an unexplainable surge of joy, pleased that this seemingly unattainable boy—who had an angelic face—was actually in the same position as him, just another vassal.
From his refined and delicate skin, Mitchell could tell that before becoming a vassal, this delicate young man must have been of noble birth. Perhaps he was even the child of a high-ranking aristocrat.
Feeling strangely satisfied, Mitchell reached out to pull Tang Xi along. However, when Tang Xi dodged his touch, he wasn’t offended. Instead, he simply smiled and pointed to a section of the banquet hall.
“You should come with me. That area has food prepared specifically for vassals. The high-end blood cakes you’re eating now are meant for the vampire lords. There are also many other human vassals over there.”
He assumed that Tang Xi was only eating the blood-infused cakes out of sheer hunger from mistreatment. However, the gratitude he expected never appeared on Tang Xi’s face.
Instead, Tang Xi looked confused, making him seem even more like a lost little lamb that had accidentally wandered into a den of wolves.
[1551, do I really not look like a vampire?]
1551 examined him carefully and gave an honest answer. [You really don’t.]
Perhaps it was due to the cat genes in his body. Even after battling with the vampire genes, they seemed to have ended up in a draw—each side taking half.
Tang Xi’s eyes remained round and adorable like a human’s, lacking the signature crimson hue of vampires. His fangs, while sharper, hadn’t grown noticeably longer. The only truly vampire-like feature was his pale skin.
But even that wasn’t the eerie, deathly white of vampires. Instead, it had a soft, healthy glow, as if he had been pampered and well cared for—making him look irresistibly touchable.
So it was perfectly reasonable for Mitchell, who had arrived late and missed much of the banquet, to mistake him for a fellow vassal.
After all, how could a soft, fluffy little kitten—turned vampire—still look so soft and completely devoid of the sharp edges a true vampire should have?
Tang Xi was unhappy. He bared his small, sharp tiger-like teeth at the person in front of him.
Using what he thought was a fierce and menacing tone, he declared, “I’m a vampire! I’m not like you people at all!”
Even after turning into a vampire, he still looked down on commoners—perfectly fitting the original character’s personality.
Tang Xi poked at the system. [1551, do I look scary?]
1551: [Uh…]
In reality, he looked incredibly adorable. Even though he tried his best to appear fierce, he resembled an angry little kitten with fluffed-up fur.
A kitten that could only hiss but wouldn’t even extend its claws.
Hearing the system’s affirmation, Tang Xi started feeling a little guilty. [Am I being too mean?]
But the original character’s personality had already been set in stone. There was no way he could apologize to the protagonist shou.
Mitchell stared at him in uncertainty, unable to process what was happening. Deep down, he refused to believe that Tang Xi was a vampire.
So, Tang Xi deliberately continued speaking in a “harsh” tone. “Just look at what you’re wearing. It should be obvious that we’re not on the same level. Where did you get the audacity to talk to me?”
However, with his soft voice and the way he scrunched his nose in displeasure, he looked more like he was acting spoiled than truly being harsh.
He was pure and innocent—who could bear to reprimand such a little kitten?
Their commotion finally caught the attention of Morse, who had been conversing with another vampire nearby.
Morse immediately walked over and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”
Tang Xi didn’t want to seem like a tattletale, so he just shook his head, indicating that it was nothing.
But Morse didn’t believe him. Without hesitation, he bit his own fingertip and placed it into Tang Xi’s mouth.
Like an unreasonable but overly doting parent, Morse simply assumed that his little angel must have been frightened somehow.
And in his mind, this was the best way to comfort him.
The moment Tang Xi tasted the delicious blood, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction, and he instinctively suckled on Morse’s finger.
Morse gently patted his head with his free hand, allowing the greedy little vampire to cling to his entire arm. Once he confirmed that Tang Xi had calmed down, he lifted his gaze coldly and stared at Mitchell—the reckless human.
The vampire Morse had been speaking to earlier was still confused about what had happened but followed along anyway.
That was when his eyes met Mitchell’s, who looked completely panicked.
Fury erupted in the vampire’s chest as he stormed forward, grabbing Mitchell by the collar. “What do you think you’re doing?!” he demanded.
He hadn’t expected the troublemaker to be his own vassal. Even though he had arrived late, he had witnessed Morse’s practiced way of calming the little vampire down. There was no mistaking what had happened.
To avoid getting into trouble with Morse, it was better to act first and make it seem like he was taking responsibility. Maybe then, he could avoid getting implicated.
After all, he had been hoping to gain favor with this ancestor and boost his reputation in the royal city. But now, it seemed impossible.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Mitchell hard across the face.
The sharp, crisp sound startled Tang Xi, who had been comfortably sucking on Morse’s finger. His misty eyes widened as he looked outside.
The vampire who had just struck Mitchell suddenly froze as if his throat had been seized.
As Tang Xi’s emotions fluctuated, a sweet scent of blood filled the air.
Because the other vampire was close enough to catch the scent, his eyes immediately turned red with hunger.
If Morse weren’t there, he probably would have snatched Tang Xi away on the spot and made him his own.
Meanwhile, Mitchell burst into tears. Ignoring the burning pain on his swollen cheek, he crawled to the vampire’s feet and begged for mercy.
Tang Xi was no longer a clueless newbie. Even without the original plot, he could roughly guess what was happening. Feeling a little sympathetic, he asked the system: [Isn’t this the part where the original protagonist’s love interest shows up to save him?]
1551: [Something like that.]
It sounded just like a cliche knight-saving-the-princess story—predictable yet romantic.
Tang Xi suddenly realized something. [Then that means Evans is about to show up, right?]
Before 1551 could respond, a commotion from outside interrupted them.
1551: [He’s here!]
Evans appeared on a white horse, followed by a thousand blood-soaked knights.
The moment he arrived, his eyes locked onto Tang Xi—who was nestled in Morse’s arms, looking utterly aggrieved.
“How dare you!” Evans was furious.
Unlike human banquets being crashed by vampires, this time, humans had crashed a vampire banquet. To the vampires, it was as if their food had willingly delivered itself to their doorstep.
Morse paid Evans no mind but still furrowed his brows and lowered his head. “Go now. Find the hidden passage in the rockery at the back garden and hide there. It leads to the outside world, but you just need to wait for me inside.”
He carefully pointed out the passage’s location, as if afraid Tang Xi wouldn’t find it.
Tang Xi knew his poop scooper too well and immediately sensed something was off. He grabbed Morse’s sleeve with wide, pleading eyes. “Aren’t you coming with me?”
Morse hadn’t expected this question. He froze for a moment, his instincts screaming at him to pull Tang Xi into his arms and promise that he would always stay by his side.
But he held back.
That passage led to the outside world. Ever since that day—when he’d turned Tang Xi out of jealousy—he had regretted it.
Vampires were inherently selfish creatures, yet for the first time, he was afraid.
Afraid that Tang Xi would resent him. Hate him.
So now, he was giving him a choice.
If Tang Xi stepped out of that passage, he could leave. He could return to the world that belonged to him.
Morse gave Tang Xi a gentle push, making sure he safely ran toward the back garden.
The rockery was easy to spot, and even a directionally challenged little kitten could find the passage without trouble.
Tang Xi obediently sat inside, never once glancing at the light that led to the outside world. Instead, he curled up into his original form, a small cat.
When boredom set in, he flicked his tail.
“Meow, meow, meow?”
[1551, when is my poop scooper coming back?]
1551 looked at him with exasperation. This foolish kitten hadn’t even realized that he now had the chance to escape.
Or rather, he had never even considered leaving Morse’s side.
By all logic, his character should have collapsed long ago, but the biased world consciousness simply turned a blind eye.
Suddenly, a thought struck Tang Xi, and he meowed softly, “Evans won’t be in trouble, will he?”
The original character’s childhood friend had always treated him well—he didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.
Humans already had slim chances of winning against vampires, let alone at a banquet filled with high-ranking vampires.
1551 snorted. [What are you even thinking? He’s the Child of Fate. There’s no way he’d go down that easily.]
Tang Xi reminded it, [But the current villain is being played by the Supreme Judge.]
Even without his memories, that terrifying presence remained.
1551: […Evans, in danger!]
Author’s Note:
Morse is following the tormented yet deeply devoted script, while Tang Xi is on the lighthearted sweet romance route. ✅