The Vampire's Doctor- Drake's Salvation

Poison

Drake, however, wasn’t convinced. He could tell she was hiding something, but for now, he chose to let it slide. He still needed her.

"I want you to do something for me." He pulled out the bullet and placed it in her hand before continuing with his explanation.

Cassandra looked at the bullet, then at Drake. “What?”

“I was at an opera when we were attacked by a group of masked people. They stormed in, started firing, and then this bullet hit me. I felt it - the transformation, became human, and stopped healing. I lost all my powers. And this isn’t the first time it has happened. We’ve seen similar incidents before with vampires, werewolves, all of them ended up dead.”

Cassandra frowned. “Is it because of these strange carvings? Could it be a curse?”

Drake thought for a moment before replying, “That’s not possible.”

Cassandra raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

Drake smirked. “I am the King of Vampires. Curses don’t work on me—witches know better than that to try. So, I’m guessing it’s something else. And I think only you can figure it out. I’ll handle the carvings, but I need you to find a way to prevent this from happening again— a cure, if possible. I’ll give you access to as many resources as you need.”

Cassandra crossed her arms, a slow smile forming. “What’s in it for me?”

Drake smiled, clearly amused. Indulging her, he asked, “What do you want, little human?”

Her smile disappeared, replaced by a serious expression. “For starters, stop calling me ‘little human.’ My name is Cassandra—Cass, if you wish. And second, I want money. Make me super rich. And then…”

“Stop.” Drake cut her off and stood up. “Before making such ridiculous requests, don’t you think you should start working first? Let me be clear—only if you find something useful for me will I fulfill your request. Otherwise…”

Cassandra frowned. “Otherwise?”

Drake didn’t finish his sentence. He simply turned and walked away.

Frustrated that he ignored her, she shouted, “Otherwise what? Finish your damn sentence! Come back here!”

All she got in response was his laughter as he disappeared.

She slammed her hand on the table. “Stupid vampire.”

By noon, Cassandra started working on the bullet, and without realizing it, she kept going. Seeing how she remained locked in her lab, not even stopping to eat, Drake instructed his subordinate to bring her food.

After nearly three days, Cassandra sighed in frustration. If she were in her own world, the results that took her three days would have taken just forty minutes—with complete data, not this half-information mess.

Exhausted, she sank into her chair, looking at the results. Making detailed notes on a piece of paper, she finally stepped out of her lab. The first thing she did was take a long, much-needed bath.

Feeling refreshed, she got dressed and headed downstairs—only to freeze in horror at the sight before her.

Drake was happily feeding on a human.

Startled, she almost tripped down the stairs. “What the hell?!” she shouted, rushing toward the person.

Drake wiped his lips and smiled. “Relax, she’s alive.” He then turned to the girl, helping her stand. “Take your pay and go. Do not speak of what happened if you value your life. Understood?”

The girl nodded, strangely unbothered, her eyes distant, as if in a daze.

Cassandra stepped in front of her, checking her pupils. They weren’t reacting. She turned to Drake with a glare.

Drake simply shrugged. “She’ll live, little Human, don't worry.”

Cassandra took a deep breath. “Did you hypnotize her?”

Drake sighed. “Yes, just a little. She won’t remember what she did in the last hour or how she got injured. Just let her go will you?”

Cassandra quickly grabbed a bandage and wrapped the girl’s wound. Once done, the girl walked out on her own.

Drake, watching her, chuckled. “You’re worried about a girl you barely know?”

Cassandra shot him a sharp look. “Didn’t I do the same for you? I’m even feeding you.”

Drake’s expression darkened. “Are you seriously putting me and that girl in the same sentence? Saying we’re the same in your eyes?”

Cassandra rolled her eyes.

Drake huffed in amusement, smirking at her attitude. He slowly got up and walked toward her, his voice low and teasing. “Little human, if I see you rolling your eyes at me again, I’ll make you my personal blood bank. Do you understand me?”

Cassandra glared at him, turned on her heel, and walked away.

“Did you find anything?” Drake asked calmly.

Hearing this, Cassandra turned back and handed him a paper. “The bullet is definitely laced with some kind of potion. I can’t identify all the ingredients yet—I’m still working on that. I’ve only noted the ones I could recognize. But there is one main ingredient that’s crucial to making this potion. You might have a shot at finding the culprit if you trace the source—it’s regulated here.”

Drake smirked. “And what’s that?”

Cassandra simply pointed to the paper.

Drake glanced at the list of ingredients and let out a laugh. “Opium? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Cassandra shook her head. “The potion had enough of it in there to knock out an elephant for three days. The same compound is present in your blood. For a vampire with high healing abilities, it would weaken you just enough for whatever poison in that bullet to do its job—turning you into a human.”

Drake studied the notes, a glint of appreciation in his eyes. “Such an uncertain method… but brilliant, actually. Very meticulous.” He looked up at her. “Can you make a cure?”