Noble of the Night: Blood Oath

The silence in the cabin was abruptly shattered by increasingly labored breaths. A middle-aged man clutched his chest in pain, his face slowly turning pale and blue. “Help me…” he whimpered, pleading to the person next to him. The man beside him turned his head at the sound, his gaze landing on the suffering man. With a look of utter disdain, he spared him a brief glance before letting out a cold snort. His attention quickly returned to the magazine in his hands. It was clear that the man had no intention of offering help. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his silver eyes gleamed with disgust and indifference. Silver eyes? Could a human even have silver eyes? Oh, of course not. According to rural folklore, only one type of being possessed silver eyes—vampires. Vampires, strange creatures that lived in the whispered tales of alleyways and campfires. In these vivid stories, they were monsters, demons, Satan’s henchmen sent to destroy mankind—evil spirits from the darkest depths of hell. After a brutal m******e in the 17th and 18th centuries, the vampire population was drastically reduced, nearly to the point of extinction. The few that remained were the strongest of their kind, some of whom had evolved to withstand sunlight, crucifixes, and even had the ability to retract their fangs at will. These powerful vampires blended into human society, occupying various levels of the social hierarchy. Among humans, they were the elites, but no one ever discovered their true identity as the legendary vampires. They looked exactly like humans and were nearly impossible to distinguish. However, they all shared one common trait—they bore the surname "Morgan." The Morgan family was practically the royalty of the vampire world. Their superior bloodline made them stand out in every aspect of life. Many of the Morgans held positions of power—leaders in business or senior figures in politics—but none of them ever pursued a particular profession—medicine. For vampires, with their immortal and indestructible bodies, doctors were something only fragile humans needed. Even if they occasionally fell ill, they could simply visit a human doctor. After all, no matter how sick they got, they couldn’t die from it! Why waste talent on something so irrelevant to their kind? Wouldn’t it be better to focus on maintaining their wealth and stability through politics and business? In the cabin, the middle-aged man's breathing grew louder and more frantic, finally catching the attention of the flight attendants. “Sir, are you alright?” A beautiful flight attendant hurried over, concern in her voice. “Pain… my heart… it hurts… help… help…” The man’s face had turned a ghastly shade of purple, and he was in too much pain to form a complete sentence. “Is it a heart attack?” The flight attendant’s face went pale. This was a domestic flight—there wasn’t a doctor on board! “Help… help me!” The man stretched out a trembling hand, trying to grab the arm of the man next to him. But the silver-eyed man immediately stood up, not wanting to be touched at all. With a disdainful look, he turned and walked toward an empty seat in the back of the cabin. “Quick! Announce if there’s a doctor on board. This man doesn’t look like he’s going to make it.” The flight attendant’s panicked voice echoed throughout the cabin. The silver-eyed man casually found an empty seat and sat down, completely ignoring the chaos unfolding in front of him. He opened the magazine again and resumed reading. Maybe everyone was too focused on the sick man, but no one noticed that the magazine in the silver-eyed man’s hands was actually a famous medical journal. Clyce Morgan, despite lacking a doctor’s compassion, was the only vampire in his clan who had chosen to pursue medicine. “I… I can’t take it anymore.” The woman’s soft sobs broke the silence of the cold night, adding a chilling atmosphere to the dark room. Moonlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, faintly illuminating a woman kneeling on the floor, a Swiss knife in her hand. The sharp blade gleamed under the moonlight, its reflection shimmering as it merged with the moon’s cold glow. “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. Forgive me for failing your expectations and choosing to end it all first. Vivien really can’t take it anymore. I can’t handle the weight of everything this world has placed on me. Death… maybe death is my only release.” Her hands trembled as she raised the knife, her eyes fixed on her pale wrist. It would be over soon. Everything would be over soon. “Do you really think this is a good idea? You know, slitting your wrists is really painful! When you make the cut, so much blood will gush out, and it’ll hurt, a lot. You might not even die from blood loss—you could end up dying from the pain!” A cheerful voice interrupted her movements. A slender figure appeared by the window—it was a young girl. “Who… who’s there?” Fear filled the woman’s eyes as she stared at the slim figure. Her room was on the sixth floor—how did this girl get here? “Planning to commit suicide, huh? Throwing away the precious life God gave you? You know, if you do that, you’ll go to hell, right?” The window slowly creaked open, and a girl of about sixteen or seventeen casually stepped into the room. She was unforgettable. Her slender frame, paired with her youthful face, gave off an air of innocence. At first glance, she appeared innocent, but when she smiled sweetly, revealing sharp fangs, a hint of malevolence intertwined with her youthful charm. Blending innocence with wickedness, light with darkness, the girl exuded an unforgettable aura. “Are you scared of me?” The girl smiled sweetly, her black eyes gleaming with an eerie silver light. “You’re going to die anyway. Once you’re dead, you’ll become a ghost, just like me! So, what’s there to be afraid of?” The woman’s eyes widened in terror. “You’re… a ghost?” “A ghost? Hmm… let me think… I guess you could say that, since that’s what you humans like to call me.” The girl scratched her head, giving a non-answer. “Anyway, whether I’m a ghost or not doesn’t really matter. The point is, you’re planning to die, right? So, you won’t mind sharing a little of your blood with me…” She stared directly at the woman, and her once black eyes slowly turned silver. “Give me a little blood.” Her gleaming white fangs caught the light. “No… no!” The woman shook her head, shrinking back in fear. At that moment, she realized she didn’t want to die—she didn’t want to die at all! The girl said nothing, her white fangs glinting ominously in the moonlight. In an instant, she lunged forward, sinking her teeth into the woman’s neck with lightning speed. The moon hung high in the sky, coldly watching over the earth. In the eerie midnight, only the low hoots of owls and the whistling wind echoed across the vast, empty land.