Vampire's Slice Of Life Chapter 1 Reincarnation?
“@$##!”
“#%%@%&&*^”
“@^^#/#&&*”
Wait, what? What’s going on? Where are these noises coming from, and why is everything pitch black? I thought I was dead. Regardless, dwelling on it won't change my situation. I try to reach out into the void, but suddenly, a warm, viscous liquid begins to flow into me. I can feel it passing through my mouth and down my throat; it’s moving. Thank goodness, it seems my body is still in one piece. I attempt to force my eyes open, and amidst the endless darkness, faint glimmers of light finally appear. Argh, it’s blinding! It’s way too bright!
I squeeze my eyes shut and try again, much more slowly this time. The sight that greets me leaves me utterly stunned.
In all my nineteen years of life as a virgin, I have never witnessed such a divine vision. Standing before me is a breathtaking woman, likely in her early thirties. Her hair is like flowing silver silk, and her eyes possess the brilliance of the finest amethysts. Her face is flawless, devoid of even a single blemish—it’s the kind of beauty men would kill one another just to catch a glimpse of. My experience with women is mostly limited to the internet, but I am certain she is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. However, that isn’t the immediate issue. The real point of concern is that she is gazing down at me with immense warmth and affection.
“%#!&,” she says, her lips curling into a smile.
I can't understand a word she’s saying, but her next action makes the situation perfectly clear.
HOLY CRAP!
Panic flares for a moment, but I eventually settle down. Who wouldn't, given the sheer comfort and warmth I'm being offered? Not to mention the milk!
I see how it is. I was on a flight returning to my home country after finishing my studies abroad. We hit severe turbulence, the plane began to shake violently, and screams filled the cabin. Naturally, I was terrified. The last thing I remember was the sound of a massive explosion followed by total darkness. Just like that, it seems I’ve been reincarnated.
This gorgeous lady must be my mother; if she isn't, I'm in big trouble. Given her loving expression, there's no doubt about it. She is definitely my mom, and I won't hear otherwise. Please, let it be true. I’ve had enough trouble for one lifetime. I need to stop overthinking and focus on the task at hand: drinking milk from these beautiful nipples. I am a baby, after all.
…
In the Kingdom of Nightingale.
Deep within a grand, dark castle, a brightly lit room stood in stark contrast to the gloomy, overcast atmosphere outside. A woman with silver hair and purple eyes, appearing to be in her early thirties, sat upon a massive bed. She held a tiny infant in her arms, breastfeeding him. She gazed down tenderly at the child she had just brought into the world. It puzzled her that he hadn't made a sound or cried once since his birth, but feeling his steady heartbeat and seeing his eyes flicker, she knew he was perfectly healthy.
“My congratulations, Madam!” a maid exclaimed.
“Congrats, Mom! Can I please hold my little brother?” asked a beautiful young woman who shared the same features as the mother. She possessed the same silver hair and amethyst eyes, her face sculpted to perfection, looking to be in her early twenties. Had she not addressed the older woman as her mother, anyone would have mistaken them for sisters.
“Not yet, dear. He is still very fragile. You may hold him in a few days, alright?” the lady replied with a gentle smile and a soft gaze.
“Fine,” the younger woman muttered, pouting.
“There, there. Mother is exhausted, and your brother needs to eat. Could you come back later?” the lady requested softly.
“Okay,” the daughter replied flatly, exiting the room with the maid.
“You’re hungry, aren't you, my little one? Don’t worry, Mother is right here. I will always love and protect you,” the lady whispered, her voice even more tender than before, as if she feared the slightest sound might bruise the child in her arms.
The infant opened his eyes to look at her. Noticing his stare, she smiled back, adjusting him against her chest and opening her robes so he could continue feeding.
Days passed by.
Eventually, the young woman returned to the chambers.
“Mom, is it okay to hold him now?” she pleaded, making a puppy-dog face.
“Here you go, dear. But please, be very careful,” the mother warned, her voice laced with concern.
“I will, I will! Just let me have him!”
The mother cautiously handed the baby over, watching intently, ready to intervene at a moment's notice.
Huh? What’s happening now? Something feels strange. I open my eyes and am hit with another shock. How did my mom suddenly get younger? And why did her breasts shrink? I start making noise in confusion, but all that comes out is a baby’s cry. At least, that’s what my mother thought, because I was suddenly snatched away. Looking up, I see the familiar face of my mother again. Oh, she’s right there. Then who was holding me just now? I try to turn my head to see, but I can't. My body is only a few days old; it makes sense that I’m this useless.
“Mom, why did you take him back already?” the young woman asked.
“He started crying, dear. I think he realized he was being held by someone unfamiliar,” the mother explained gently, her anxiety fading.
“Hmph! You’re just making excuses because you don’t want to let him go.”
“Oh my, it seems I’ve been found out,” she teased, patting the spot on the bed for her daughter to sit down.
The daughter sat beside her, finally getting a clear, close-up look at her new baby brother.
“Wow! He really looks just like you, Mom.”
“Well, don’t you look like me as well?”
“I mean, I am your daughter, so that’s expected.”
“…”
“…”
“At any rate, I have decided on his name.”
“Oh? Tell me! Tell me quickly, Mother!”
“Calm down. His name shall be Lith. Lith Evure.”