A liquid trickled onto my lips, possessing a distinct taste reminiscent of fish and metal, an enticing flavor I cherished above all others. As it continued to drip, a haze enveloped me, accompanied by the faint sound of a woman's voice calling my name.

Did she intend to rouse me from my slumber? She truly possesses an endearing sweetness. Gradually, my hearing became clearer, but her voice carried an undercurrent of panic and pleading.

Could she be anxious because my eyes remained shut? How intriguing a child she is. She proceeded to apply the liquid across my lips and in that instant, I finally regained consciousness.

In an impossible burst of speed, I thrust her against the wall. My hand coiled around her throat like a necklace, exerting pressure. With the tips of my claws gently pricking her skin, I sank my fangs into her neck, indulging in a drink for the first time in centuries.

With each sip, my body surged with revitalizing energy. It demanded immense self-control to withdraw my fangs, and I softly uttered, "Beloved".