One hundred years ago, somehow the veil covering the supernatural world suddenly disappeared and forced the world of vampires mingle with humans.

Not only that was bad for humans, because the vampires started to hunt them down for the fresh blood that had been difficult to obtain at that time, but also it was the beginning of a long battle between humans and vampires. ​​

Until finally, the two parties attacked and killed each other in so many wars that followed after that.

And because vampires were designed differently from humans, where their lifespan were much longer and their bodies were much stronger, they were bound to have a upper hand for some wars.

It was just that, their limited numbers and their low reproduction rate have led their kind to suffer a crisis when fighting humans continued for a longer period of time.

Their population hit absurdly decreasing numbers. Because for vampires, not all women could conceive and give birth, only certain female vampires could do that.

"So, you mean, I was chosen to reproduce?" Mila frowned deeply, her nose wrinkled, showing how disgusting the idea seemed for her.

It was the worst thing that Mila had ever heard.

"Yes, you can say that," Aaric replied in an uncertain voice, as if there was more story to it.

"What do you mean? Say everything clearly," Mila demanded, not liking the feeling of him to continuing to keep something from her. His half-hearted words could not quench Mila's thirst for her curiosity.

"Most of the vampires that can reproduce are from the noble class." Aaric looked at Mila meaningfully. "Yes, Mila. You are a noble. The vampire king wanted you because the future queen, who was supposed to be his queen, had died in one of the attacks carried out by humans."

"You mean, this vampire king wanted me as a substitute?" Mila snorted at that and she let out a groan, which showed that she was totally thrown off by the idea when she saw Aaric confirm her question. "That's disgusting."

"The bride, who should become the queen was your own sister," Aaric then added.

"Ugh!" Mila groaned again. "It's even worse."

Even though Mila didn't remember anything about what happened, still she really couldn't imagine marrying the vampire king and becoming his queen just to produce off springs who will then fight against the humans. That's really distasteful.

And it got even worse when she learned that she was merely treated as a substitute for her sister, who died. Whoever her sister was, Mila felt bad for her...

"That's right,"Aaric confirmed, nodding and pulling Mila away from the door, making her lie down on the bed while taking some strange tools from the top of his desk.

"What do you want to do?" Mila asked. She sat on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling off from the floor.

"Lie down," Aaric said as he prepared his utensils on the metal tray. "Ellen will come soon and I don't want her to see that I am not doing my job well."

"What are you going to do to me?" Mila asked with a curious face, staring at the equipment.

"Examination," Aaric said lightly as he glanced at her flirtatiously and Mila could only roll her eyes and obey what Aaric ordered.

"Even though I heard what you told me silently, it does not mean I will fully believe in you," Mila said grumpily and then laid down on the bed.

"You will know that what I said is true once we get out of here." Aaric then put the metal tray beside the bed and began to open the top two buttons of the simple dress that Mila was wearing.

"What do you want to do?" Mila immediately grabbed her shirt and swatted Aaric's hand away.

"This is just for the show," Aaric said, his voice sounding like someone amused by Mila's reaction. "Oh come on Mila, I have seen your body more than once. I will not do anything but attach the tool."

Aaric then pointed to a flat metal device that has a cable, connecting it to the monitor screen.

"Promise," Aaric raised his hand, indicating that he promised not to do anything ridiculous.

With a sneer, Mila finally allowed Aaric to do what he wanted to do and asked another question.

"Then how did I end up here?" Mila asked again when she felt the cold, flat metal against the skin of her bare chest.

"I will tell you about that in our next session, because it will be a long explanation and I don't want to leave you with an unfinished story." Aaric shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

And that was when Ellen walked into the room without knocking on the door.

"Are you done?" Ellen asked, as she sank herself on the chair she had sat on earlier.

"I would appreciate it more if you knocked on the door first Ellen," Aaric then detached the flat metal from Mila's skin and put everything back on the metal tray.

"Oops, I am sorry." Ellen scrunched up her face, showing an apologetic expression.

However, Dr. Drake, or Aaric didn't respond and spoke directly to Mila. "Okay, I am done, you are good to go."

Mila immediately sat down and buttoned her clothes, jumped from the bed and immediately approached Ellen.

"Where are we going after this?" Mila asked in a stiff and monotonous voice.

"Oh, can you go back to your own room? There is something I want to discuss with Dr. Drake," Ellen said, shuffling nervously on the chair.

Even though Mila was curious about what had happened, she didn't want to bother and immediately walked out of the room.

It was just that, even before the door had a chance to be closed completely, Mila could see Ellen starting to approach Aaric, swaying her body in a seductive rhythm and placing her hand on the man's shoulder.

For some reason, Mila could feel something rustling inside her and a brutal desire to tear that other woman apart with her bare hands, when she quickly and boldly tiptoed to kiss Aaric forcefully.

What the hell was happening there!?