THE VAMPIRIC POTION

Lucien's thirst for blood part 2

Lucien had carried Valerie back to the mansion, where she finally drifted into uneasy sleep on the couch. Her hands still trembled faintly even in rest, and that alone made Lucien’s chest tighten. He’d seen her angry, powerful, sarcastic — but never frightened.

He ran a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath, “I need help before she turns my living room into a crime scene.”

So, he called Marianne.

Fifteen minutes later, the door burst open — not with one person walking in, but three.

Marianne, breathless.

Floryn, clutching a satchel of herbs with concern written all over her gentle face.

And Darian… floating upside down near the ceiling, eating an apple that seemed to be on fire.

Lucien blinked. “I thought I called only Marianne.”

Darian grinned, tossing the flaming apple into the air where it turned into a dove and then exploded into glitter. “Oh, you did. But you see, I was bored, and boredom kills faster than vampires.”

Floryn, flustered, lowered her head. “Oh, it’s okay. We’ll… we’ll leave if it’s too much. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Lucien softened a little, his tone losing its edge. “Not you, Floryn. I meant him.” He jabbed a finger upward.

“Me?” Darian gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “You wound me, Lucien! I bring light, chaos, and unmatched entertainment to this gloomy mansion.”

Lucien deadpanned. “I already have all three. It’s called electricity, Valerie, and caffeine.”

Marianne sighed, rubbing her temple. “Darian, just behave for five minutes. Please.”

Darian flipped upright, landing with exaggerated grace. “Fine. I’ll behave.”

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, his entire form turned translucent, shimmering like heat waves. “See? You won’t even notice I’m here. Invisible. Quiet. Subtle.”

Lucien raised an eyebrow. “You? Subtle?”

Darian grinned wickedly. “As subtle as a fire in a chimney.”

Before anyone could stop him, he spun midair and dove straight into the fireplace.

The flames roared brighter, crackling in rhythm to what suspiciously sounded like… humming.

Lucien stared at the fire, unimpressed. “You’re literally glowing inside my chimney.”

Darian’s muffled voice came from within the flames. “I told you, I’m subtle!”

Marianne sighed again. “Why do I even try…”

Floryn stepped forward gently, touching Lucien’s arm. “Let him be. He means no harm. The fire listens to him sometimes.”

Lucien gave her a sidelong glance. “Yeah, so does chaos — that’s what I’m worried about.”

He turned toward Valerie, still resting fitfully on the couch, and his expression softened again. “I just hope whatever happened tonight stays between us… and doesn’t get worse.”

Behind him, the fire giggled.

“Too late,” Darian whispered gleefully.

Darian suddenly burst out of the chimney fire with a loud whoosh, scattering sparks everywhere and leaving a trail of ash all over Lucien’s expensive carpet.

Lucien groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “My carpet…”

Darian grinned like a cat that had just stolen a canary. “Look what I found!” he announced, waving Valerie’s old grimoire in the air.

Floryn blinked. “Darian, where did you—”

“—from the forest floor!” he said proudly, cutting her off. “It was glowing like a jealous ex’s text message at midnight.”

Lucien rolled his eyes, already half-expecting something useless. “Great. A book. Maybe next time, bring me something helpful, like silence.”

But as his gaze fell on the cover—burn marks, the faint shimmer of runic ink—his expression darkened. He remembered something. The ritual. The way Valerie smiled before casting it.

He snatched the book from Darian’s hand and flipped through the pages, the scent of old parchment and burnt sage filling the room. His eyes stopped on a passage written in curling, ancient script.

“In rare instances (30 in 100), the caster may absorb the vampire’s hunger, binding her own spirit to the thirst.”

Lucien froze. His jaw tightened as the words sank in. Then he looked at Valerie—her trembling hands, her blood-stained lips, her frightened eyes.

A half-smile crept onto his face, soft but laced with frustration. “I guess you don’t read your books that thoroughly, sweetheart.”

Valerie’s breath hitched. “I—I didn’t know it could—”

Lucien stepped closer, brushing a thumb against her cheek to wipe a smear of blood. “Next time you try to fix me,” he said, his tone both amused and aching, “make sure you don’t break yourself in the process.”

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They are able to remove her curse but in exchange she acquires her parents' dark magic and her personality takes a change. Let's say her greediness increases and the want to become powerful too. She attacks everyone. But Lucien seems help from Darian. And since he did something to anger floryn(befire valerie turned) so he tries to win her over by saving her friend. This will be the coolest of his scenes in the whole book(he also clicks his finger just to turn her attacks into flower petals) (He also takes an attack just to see floryn's care for him) but eventually saves valerie. Proving his importance in the group.

Also Marianne(stepsister of valerie who acts that she doesn't care about her) starts to care a lot more then she should and regrets not saving her sister sooner.