He was sacrificed at the beginning, and the vampire duke fell silent
On the day I was sacrificed by my tribe, the blood moon burned the spire of the castle red.
They said I was an unlucky wolfless person, so they beat me unconscious with a stick, stuffed me into a prison van, and sent me up the mountain. Eighteen years of loyalty were rewarded with a wooden plaque engraved with "Sacrifice".
I thought I was going to die. Everyone thought I was going to die.
But the Duke didn't kill me.
He looked at me in silence for a long time in the temple, so long that most of the candles burned out. His hand pressed on my pulse - the fingertips were cold, but slowly warmed the moment they touched my skin.
He draws fourteen milliliters of my blood every day, not a drop too much, not a drop too little. He hardly spoke, never smiled, never explained. But he hid the toffee under the pill bottle and slipped the blanket through the crack in the door. He had the werewolf mark embroidered on every handkerchief and stood outside my door every late night.
Stand until the leaks are burned out, but don't come in.
He obviously controls my life and death, but he is as silent as a prisoner. Until I stole the parchment he had hidden between his fingers - it contained a list of materials for the deed, and behind each piece of material was the same sentence:
Don't tell Xia.
My surname is Xia.
It turns out that from beginning to end, the person being sacrificed was not me.
Tags: Western fantasy magic, vampires, werewolves, fateful partners, contract sadomasochism
Also known as "Moonfall Temple Season 1·Blood Contract Destiny"
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