Aurelie grimaced, she was hungry, it was the burning hunger that came from the core of her existence. She needed blood, she didn't have the opportunity to drink it last night as too many things happened. Gripping the side of the tub in an attempt to get up, she realized she didn’t even have enough strength to stand up in the water, she decided to go with the flow, she could afford to wait awhile. Her eyes scanned the features of her maid who was scrubbing her arms, trailing along her jugular then down the hem of the girl’s dress, she was going to change her uniform in a few days, when the maid was much more susceptible to suggestion. Might as well get a little eye candy while I’m here.

While the maid was helping her get dressed she waved a hand in front of her face, Helene's movements grew sluggish and she guided the dazed maid to lie on her bed. The vampire rested her chin on her knuckles as she thought about where to leave a bite. A mark would be left, and she wasn't sure if the maids had communal baths. With the memories she inherited she at least knew that the average person knew about vampire bites leaving a mark.

She pursed her lips and moved her slender hand to lift the maid's dress above her abdomen, at least there was one artery that was hard to get a view on. She traced circles with her finger on the pelvis of the young woman under her, causing the maid to squirm, the charm effect always left people a little horny, and when vampires made contact with them they would grow awfully sensitive, and receptive.

At the very least Aurelie vaguely remembered the incidents that happened in the first day, plus if she wasn’t sure about it she could always PM Wizzard, mainly due to that individual’s encyclopedic memory. Did any of her classes overlap with the hole-y maiden’s? She remembered that the heroine did mention it, but she remembered nothing about the order, she’ll likely have to ask Wizzard.

Her gaze trailed down to the flushed maid, Helene’s fingers were digging into her bed covers, tightly gripping them due to the sensation. She needed to take off her bloomers to bite her inner thigh, it had to be on the spot where the leg met her groin to make it even less noticeable, she could alter her memories to make it a mole she always had. The vampire fiddled with the hem before tugging them down, completely sliding them off the maid’s legs and leaving her splayed on the bed. She held onto the maid's thighs, “Hands over your mouth, and try not to make a sound.”

Her fangs popped out and she got distracted again right as she was about to plunge her fangs into Helene’s thighs. Aurelie remembered the night before and recalled many strange details, she begun wondering why they left the room in that state, why they left the drapes wide open and let heat leak out of the room, or why they didn’t just toss her into a hot bath, though only one person was qualified to do those things, and based on the conversation, it was Elias who instructed them on where to set the bed, were her employees perchance conspiring to kill her? She lightly dragged her fangs on the woman's inner thigh, causing her to shiver and put both hands over her mouth in an attempt to be silenced while Aurelie thought about what happened in the game that day.

On the second day, the heroine bumps into the twins and gets her first non-romanceable supporting character, one of these minor nobles. That individual had no purpose except for stand up for the heroine during moments when she was publicly bullied and provide emotional support in half-assed, ’you can do it!’ or 'I believe in you!' lines. She’ll have to deal with them today since they’ll be instrumental in the bad ends, there was no guarantee that she’d want to leave this place by the time DARK♞ arrives, she might even want to stay to watch the chaos.

She glances down at the bushing maiden who let out a whimper, the maid was starting to pant a little while the vampire was wondering how she should deal with her fangs in the next few months, as they'll still be capable of switching with normal teeth for awhile, and they'll be rather trigger happy for the next month or two. Mostly when she's horny or when she felt threatened. Aurelie finally took the plunge and sank her fangs into her, eliciting a soft moan from both of them. Aurelie had moaned because the sensation of drinking blood after restarting was like taking a cool drink while in the burning desert, and the maid had moaned because of well, getting your blood drunk by a vampire was a very pleasurable sensation to the subject and since she was already under the effects of charm, and Aurelie was making skin contact with her, well, let's just say it didn't take long for her moans to grow loud enough for Aurelie to need to seal off the sounds in the room. Her shadow expanded, growing and covering the entire room, making all the surfaces blend into each other in the starless black.

She wiped off the dark fluid dripping down the corner of her mouth and checked to make sure none of it spilled or stained the bed. Not a drop, only the smear on the corner of her mouth showed what she had done, as soon as her fangs left. She bit off the tip of her own thumb and slipped it into the eager maid's mouth as a simple prick would heal too fast. Aurelie watched as the woman sucked it and swirled her tongue on her reconstructing finger, eagerly sucking on it as if to show off her skills.

The woman would be woozy for the rest of the day due to the change that she would undergo. The maid was left in a state of euphoria as Aurelie left her to ride the high while she prepared her hair in a tight bun. She applied some foundation to cover up the default color of her lip, the corpse blue. It will take a few days before she starts to naturally look living, and in that time of span it will take the same length of time before her body starts self-regulating the fake heartbeat and pulse. She chose a more youthful less villainous shade of lip color; a shade of soft peach, one that matched her alabaster skin tone.

Once completed she looked for the signature pendant that Aurelie always wore and completed getting dressed, crinoline and corset included. She slipped on the skirt over her head before putting on her top and puff tie, placing the school's regulation cuff links on the end of her lantern sleeved blouse before slipping on her stark white silk stockings. She paused, she forgot to put on underwear first, she was extremely accustomed to going commando in many of her lives, that it slipped her mind. It was a struggle slipping on the drawers under the many layers of her dress, especially due to how difficult it was to bend over with the corset. Once done she realized she forgot to put the maid's bloomers back on.

She was actually surprised that the drawers weren't as long as she had expected from experience in a time era similar to this one. They only reached around mid-thigh instead of mid-calf. Once she was finished dressing she made the maid stand up, ignoring the wet spot growing on Helene's bloomers and she manipulated Helene's memories.

She sat on the bed and turned off the sound blocking spell and then woke up the maid with a snap of the finger, "You spaced out for a moment there."

"Wuh?" She rapidly blinked in confusion before looking down at her mistress' bare feet.

Aurelie had presented her feet to the maid, letting her fulfill the last of her duties, slipping on her shoes before helping her with her vest. When Aurelie had woke up that day, she grumbled and hissed at the sunlight, not because she was weak to the sun, no, it was because she just hated mornings, and thus the maid kept the drapes closed, and the lighting in the room was very dark, if not for Aurelie telling her to wastefully use some light orbs. Each of them had cost 500 marspavs, which was much too expensive in Aurelie’s perspective, but then again, this was a glowing precious stone, and even if she kept it tucked away in a box it would still glow and release light, so she might as well use them since they’d be expending energy either way.

Shadows danced on the maid’s figure through the procedure, obscuring her ever confused appearance. With vampirism happening at a single bite, she couldn’t go around converting people with every drink, so what was the alternative? Thralls.

Or that was what blood moon class vampires called first generation vampires, anyway. They were still very much alive and lacked most of a vampires weaknesses, or strengths for that matter, but they were mere blood bags for the dimensional parasites. First generation vampires could age and since they weren’t dead, they weren’t sterile. They could also die of old age, but they wouldn’t get sick, and if they died unnaturally, well, they’d undergo a metamorphosis that turned them into a second generation vampire. They didn’t need to drink blood, in fact, practically everything about them was human except for their ability to regenerate, to a degree, though once a threshold was crossed, they’d undergo that transformation.

Was Aurelie regretful that she turned someone into her personal blood slave without their consent, potentially dooming them to immortality? Of course not, they would have enjoyed it anyway.