Reincarnated
Cassandra blinked, her eyes adjusting to the morning light as she quickly glanced at the clock on the wall. Panic briefly surged through her before she shot out of bed and moved swiftly through her morning routine. A quick bath, a simple gown, and then a breakfast she barely had time to enjoy. She was used to it by now—the rush, the silence of her small home, and the way the day always seemed to blur into the next.
Living alone she learned so many things after coming to this world. It has been 2 years since she came to this world. It was the day when this body and her parents got into an accident and were dead. Luckily they didn't have any relatives. With no relatives to claim the estate, the court had granted her full control over the property. It was an odd stroke of luck, as it would allow her to live comfortably without ever having to work a day in her life.
After learning everything about this world, Cassandra found out that, unlike her world, here, they don't need any certification or degree to be a doctor, so it was easy for her to open a clinic in the market.
In this world, doctors are called healers, and other than for curing humans, there is no use for healers. That was why this profession was looked down upon. Nobody here cares about a human.
This world is basically run by supernatural beings, vampires, werewolves, and witches. Although mostly it is run by vampire rules.
For two years, she had used modern science to heal those who sought her out. Her name was known among humans, especially the poor, who flocked to her clinic for care, knowing she wouldn’t charge them a single coin. Occasionally, wealthier families requested her services, desperate for a healer with the skills they couldn't find in traditional medicine.
It has been her daily routine to remember her own world since the time she came to this world, and she almost visited all the libraries to get more information on her situation, but it was unsuccessful. So, she killed her hope and moved on with her new life.
Cass glanced at the time, panic creeping in as she realized she was running late for her clinic. She hastily locked her door and hailed a horse-drawn carriage, the sound of hooves quickly filling the air. The streets blurred by as the wind whipped through her hair. In just 45 minutes, she arrived at her destination, only to be greeted by a long line of patients already waiting for her.
Her clinic, always crowded, was a refuge for the poor. Her vow to never charge for her services had earned her the trust and loyalty of many. But the line outside seemed endless today. With a quick breath, she steeled herself for a long day of healing.
As night fell and the clinic doors finally closed, Cassandra felt the weight of the day settle heavily on her shoulders. She hailed a horse-drawn carriage again, her mind longing for the comfort of her bed. But as the carriage rattled through the dark streets, a sudden, violent jolt threw her against the side of the cart. The driver groaned a chilling, unnatural sound that made her blood run cold. She opened the window to see a figure cloaked in darkness, biting into the driver’s neck. His eyes, glowing red in the moonlight, Vampire she thought.
Cassandra’s heart raced as she slammed the window shut. Her hand instinctively reached for the surgical knife she always carried. She pointed it at the door, her knuckles white with fear and determination. She could hear the soft thump of footsteps outside the carriage. It was coming for her.
With a sudden, forceful swing, the door burst open. The vampire was about to step in when Cassandra lunged forward with the knife.
The vampire dodged with unnatural speed, the blade missing him by inches. He c****d his head, seeing her knife in a better light. His voice was smooth, dangerous. “Are you a healer?”
Cassandra, breathless and terrified, didn’t answer. She kept the blade pointed at him, though her hands shook. The vampire’s smile was wicked. He seized her wrist with a grip that felt like iron, tightening with enough force to send pain radiating through her arm. The knife clattered to the floor.
“Are you a healer?” he repeated, voice cold as ice. Cassandra caught between fear and survival, nodded quickly, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, but please, I won’t hurt you... I’ll heal anyone you want, just... don’t kill me.”
His eyes narrowed. “Good. Heal me.”
She stared at him, confusion clouding her thoughts. "You... you're a vampire. Don't you have healing powers?"
The vampire’s grip tightened on her wrist, pulling her closer. "Don’t test me," he warned his voice like a growl. "I’m the one making the demands here." With a swift motion, he threw her into the carriage, his strength too much to resist.
Before she could react, a rustling in the bushes caught both of their attention. The vampire turned sharply, drawing a gleaming sword with terrifying speed. A figure emerged from the darkness—his subordinate, covered in blood.
The vampire lowered his weapon, but there was no comfort in his expression. "Are you injured?" he asked, his tone betraying no emotion.
"No, master," the subordinate replied, his eyes flickering nervously at the vampire. "But... your wounds. They aren’t healing."
The vampire’s lips curled in a thin smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "I’m fine. Don’t worry about me," he said coldly. He turned back to Cassandra, his grip on her arm tightening as he climbed into the carriage. “Let’s go. We’ve wasted enough time.”
Cassandra’s mind raced, knowing fully that if she didn’t find a way out of this, this night would be her last. The vampire’s cold eyes locked onto hers.
She quickly averted her eyes and stayed quiet.
The vampire’s face was still covered in the darkness of the night. Only his eyes were visible, dark red eyes locked on her.
" Are you a quack?" The vampire questioned her.
