The Girl They All Hunger For

Chapter 7 Good Girl, Be Good

After turning into a vampire, Adrian slowly forgot what it meant to be human.

But he still remembered the first day.

The hunger.

It wasn’t just hunger—it was consuming. Unstoppable.

He drained the attacker who turned him. Every last drop.

Still not enough.

On the other side of the wall, humans moved.

He could smell them.

Warm. Alive.

Calling to him.

He remembered how hard he fought himself.

Pain was the only thing that kept him sane. He tore at his own skin just to stay conscious—but the wounds healed too fast.

They always did.

Only when those humans left did he climb into a nearby farm and catch a chicken—draining it just to survive.

After that, he lived like an animal.

Hiding in the dark. Avoiding sunlight. Avoiding hunters.

Feeding on birds and beasts just to keep his mind intact.

And right now—

This feeling…

It was exactly the same.

The scent of blood spread through the air.

Sharp. Thick.

His senses picked it apart effortlessly.

Every nerve in his body screamed.

It took everything he had to hold back.

In the distance, Theodore sat calmly on his horse.

Watching.

Waiting.

Waiting for him to lose control.

And right beside him—

The sweetest scent of all reached out and poked him.

Adrian turned slowly.

Met my eyes.

…He wanted to pin me down.

Drain me dry.

“You okay? Your eyes are really red. Do you need to go to the infirmary?”

My lips moved as I spoke.

Soft.

Alive.

He stared at them.

Blood flowed there too.

Just a small bite—

Just a little—

Drinking from the lips wouldn’t be efficient, but…

It would feel like a kiss.

His throat moved.

He swallowed.

“…Hey.”

That look on his face—there was no ignoring it.

Last night, when I got hurt, he looked the same.

Lost control.

Does he have some kind of “sees blood = glitch” condition?

I made the call immediately.

“I’m taking you to the infirmary.”

No response.

He kept staring at my mouth.

Then slowly—

Carefully—

Like if he moved too fast, someone would notice—

He leaned in.

I reacted instantly.

Hand up. Covered my mouth.

So instead—

He kissed the back of my hand.

…Wow.

He actually looked disappointed.

His voice came out low and rough.

“I’ll go… myself.”

I lowered my hand.

“Fine. And don’t do that again.”

Around us, people were staring.

…Seriously?

That was way too natural.

Not far away, Theodore watched everything, expression blank.

But when Adrian straightened, he glanced at him.

Just a flicker.

To Theodore, that was enough.

A challenge.

The half-blood didn’t lose control.

Not like expected.

There were plenty of vampires here.

But injured humans?

Not appealing.

Purebloods didn’t settle.

They preferred young, healthy prey.

Anything less was… beneath them.

Hunting, for them, was a game.

And people who play games?

They care about winning.

Especially Theodore.

Adrian looked at him again.

No emotion in those narrow red eyes.

But Theodore saw it as provocation.

…Filthy half-breed.

He wanted to rip those eyes out.

Crush them.

Adrian lifted his arm, let the medic inject a sedative, then left for the infirmary without another word.

—

I stayed where I was.

Then Theodore rode over.

Stopped right in front of me.

His gaze flicked—quick, sharp—over the healing cut on my arm.

I looked up.

He looked down.

Neither of us spoke.

We just… waited.

Finally, I broke.

“Um… do you need something?”

His expression shifted.

Darkened.

“…You don’t remember my name?”

Uh-oh.

Guilt hit me immediately.

“It was kind of long… I just remember the ‘pureblood prince’ part.”

Should’ve checked the seating chart before class…

His mood dropped visibly.

Yikes.

“You remembered that half-blood’s name,” he said through his teeth, “but not mine?”

I mean—

One’s two syllables. The other is a whole paragraph…

That’s not the same!

My neck was starting to hurt from looking up.

So I tried again, very sincere.

“Say it one more time. I’ll remember this time. Promise.”

…Wrong move.

His face got even darker.

Behind him, his followers went dead silent.

One of them muttered, “Lord Theodore, she’s not even interesting. And she’s close to that half-blood. Maybe we should just—”

I turned and looked at him.

Slowly.

He froze.

Then awkwardly rubbed his nose and shut up.

Good.

Theodore narrowed his eyes.

“If you choose him,” he said coldly, “you’ll regret it.”

“I didn’t choose—”

Too late.

He yanked the reins.

The horse turned sharply.

“Wait,” he threw over his shoulder.

Then he rode off.

—

After that, the space around me cleared out fast.

Like I had the plague.

…Yeah. He’s got a temper.

And apparently, I’m now part of some competition.

Great.

Too bad—

No matter how I look at it, he’s not the right choice to get into the forest.

Adrian’s still the more controllable option.

Class III had twenty people.

Five were “special.”

The other fifteen? Normal.

Lily was terrified out of her mind. She already told me—outside the dorm, we act like strangers.

And I’d only been here two days.

No one was going to approach me after I pissed off Theodore.

So lunch?

Alone.

—

The food at Elaris Academy is actually great.

I grabbed a tray and sat down.

The moment I did—

Everyone nearby stood up.

Moved.

Sat somewhere else.

All at once.

…

Wow.

I’m a walking disaster now.

New experience.

I bit my chopsticks, thinking.

Honestly, not bad.

If I want to sneak into restricted areas, I don’t need excuses anymore.

Hunting Day is in a month.

Not much time.

If I can figure out what happened to Ethan early…

I can transfer out.

Because seriously—

Too much time without sunlight?

People go insane.

—

After eating, I packed a meal and headed to the infirmary.

No one there.

Doctor probably went to lunch.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

This place didn’t just smell like disinfectant.

There was something else underneath.

Something… strange.

I stepped inside.

Heard movement behind the curtain.

Soft.

Rustling.

I pulled it open.

Adrian sat on the bed.

In his hand—

A blood bag.

Dark red liquid.

Definitely not something humans drink.

There was a spill on the sheets. Drops still falling slowly.

The smell hit stronger up close.

So I was right.

Blood.

He was drinking blood.

Light fell over him, turning his champagne hair almost translucent.

But his lips—

Smeared red.

Blood stained half his pale face.

Holy and monstrous at the same time.

And somehow…

It worked.

He looked at me.

Red eyes.

Quiet.

Watching.

Then—

He licked his lips.

Slow.

Deliberate.

His fangs showed.

My heart kicked hard again—

But my mind stayed weirdly clear.

Blood bags?

Who drinks blood like that?

He said something.

A language I didn’t understand.

My pulse sped up again.

I couldn’t move.

He stood.

Walked toward me.

Closed the distance in seconds.

One hand at my waist—

Then—

I was pressed down into the chair.

He dropped to one knee.

Lowered his head.

Rested his cheek against my palm.

Like a large dog.

Warm liquid smeared against my skin.

Blood.

Against his cold skin—

The contrast made me shiver.

I tried to pull back.

Didn’t work.

He lifted his head slightly.

Then—

Slowly—

He licked the blood from my palm.

Careful.

Thorough.

His tongue brushed over my fingers.

Then—

He took my index finger into his mouth.

My breath hitched.

His fangs pressed lightly against my skin.

One bite.

That’s all it would take.

To break skin.

To taste.

To drink.

He looked up at me.

Eyes burning.

Full of want.

But he didn’t bite.

He just… held it there.

Waiting.

That face—

Too harmless.

Too deceptive.

My brain blanked.

Completely gone.

…Is this… some kind of vampire custom?

I stared at the ceiling for a second.

Then looked back down.

Honestly—

Anyone would lose against a face like that.

My thoughts slipped.

And before I knew it—

“Open your mouth.”

The words just came out.

He froze.

Then—

Immediately—

He let go.

Opened his mouth obediently.

Like a trained dog.

Okay.

Well.

He already licked my hand anyway.

So I just… went with it.

I reached out and touched his fangs.

Sharp.

Really sharp.

“Don’t you ever cut yourself with these?” I asked.

He tilted his head.

“I was hungry.”

“I get that,” I said patiently. “But why blood?”

No hesitation.

“Because I’m a—”

He stopped.

Suddenly alert.

Head snapping toward the door behind me.

I hadn’t closed it.

This place was quiet. No one usually came by.

Out of the corner of my eye—

A flash of silver.

I started to turn—

But then—

A rich floral scent wrapped around me.

A hand covered my eyes from behind.

Cool metal brushed my skin.

A ring.

Cold enough to make me flinch.

A soft voice followed.

Gentle.

Dangerous.

Like sinking into something you can’t escape.

“Good girl… be good.”

“Forget everything that happened here.”