My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

As Dante and Siren walked through the city streets towards the palace, the atmosphere around them felt heavy and tense. Werewolves of various statures and ages watched the 'couple' with fierce, hostile, and even disdainful looks. The resentment was evident in every face that glared at them, as though Dante's presence in enemy territory was a direct affront to their honor.

Werewolves despise Vampires, and here was their beautiful Empress walking with the second most despised Vampire of their race, only surpassed by Vlad Dracula Tapes himself.

Of course, he noticed every gaze directed his way—how could he not? These guys would attack him the second Siren moved away. Not that he cared or was fazed by it; Dante could, in fact, wipe out this entire kingdom if he really focused. But with a smirk, he leaned a little closer to Siren and commented quietly, but with a touch of provocation.

"It seems your friends aren't too thrilled to see me, Siren. I never imagined being so beloved by werewolves would cause such… a commotion," he said, smiling at her as if this were something to be proud of—a whole kingdom showing him hostility.

But instead of the predictable reaction he expected, Siren let out a soft laugh, though her eyes shone with a sharp glint. She cast him a challenging look, her lips forming a smile that was both provocative and dangerous.

"And are you scared, Dante?" she asked, her tone clearly implying that this was the last thing she expected from him. "Or is it that the great Dante, Demon King of Devastation, fears the judgment of a handful of angry wolves?" she questioned, barely holding back her laughter.

*Oh... so she can be like this too... I learned something new.* Dante raised an eyebrow, amused by the provocation. Instead of responding in kind, he reached out and firmly held her hand, intertwining their fingers. The gesture was both an act of defiance and affection.

"W-what are you doing?" she yelped, pulling back slightly. "Let go! What do you think you're doing?" she shouted, and all the werewolves around prepared to attack. But she gave them a firm look that clearly said "No."

"Since I'm so scared, my dear will protect me, won't you? I can't afford to get lost… in a place I don't know," he said, moving even closer to her and pressing his body against hers as he held her hand. "You wouldn't leave me alone now, would you, darling? How about we show them our connection? That way, they might stop looking at me with those frightened eyes," Dante said, his voice trembling, feigning fear.

"W-what are you talking about? What connection? Let me go!" she protested, struggling to pull away, but he didn't release her.

"So, what do we have to do around here? Let's go on a date," Dante said, and Siren's eyes widened even further. Before she could respond, he pulled her off the path to the palace, leading her into the city's bustling, luxurious shopping district.

"The palace can wait," he said, looking at her intensely, almost as though he was the predator and not her. "Today, I want to show you a bit of fun, away from eyes that only know how to judge. You'll be mine for a day," he said with a grin.

And so… the Werewolf Queen was kidnapped for a date with the Demon King.

Their first stop was an upscale boutique, specializing in sophisticated, exclusive attire. The displays sparkled with elegant dresses and tailored suits that looked designed for those who didn't mind paying a high price for the finest quality.

"For barbarians, they do have good taste. Your designers here are better than those in the Vampire Kingdom…" Dante muttered before guiding Siren inside, ignoring the surprised and bewildered reactions of the staff as they walked in hand-in-hand.

"You really think I'll settle for just anything? It's not my style to wear clothes like these," Siren said, raising an eyebrow as she glanced around.

"Is this kind of luxury a bit out of the ordinary for you? I thought you'd look incredible in anything; that's why we're here. I just want to make you even more beautiful," Dante said with a smile, picking up a luxurious red dress on display. It was silky and form-fitting, with a daring cut, tailor-made to turn heads. He held the dress up to her, examining it critically before finally speaking.

"Let's say I'm feeling a bit… generous today. After all, someone like you deserves the best. You look stunning, but I'd love to make you even more perfect," he said, his tone both provocative and sincere. "Go on, try it on."

Siren looked at the dress, then at Dante, with a slightly challenging look.

'It's no use... This man will make me do this one way or another, so I'll just go along with his plan and maybe it'll end faster…' She took the dress from his hands and disappeared behind the curtains of the fitting room, leaving Dante waiting outside with a satisfied smile. He could sense the curiosity of the shop attendants, who discreetly peeked at them, captivated by the odd couple. So, he decided to say something...

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm just giving her a little break. The former King made sure she was completely consumed for years… She doesn't even consider her femininity anymore; I'm just trying to make her feel better and more comfortable," Dante said loud enough for the attendants, who were left speechless, to hear.

But that wasn't meant for them… 'Idiot…' Siren thought as she finished changing and looked at herself in the mirror. For a moment, she truly looked at herself—her face wasn't dirty, but there were dark circles under her eyes, her eyes were drooping, tired, and her hair, white but with a hint of gray, not from dirt but from a lack of care… She wasn't the same Siren she used to be.

For a brief second… a small tear fell from her eye as she took in her appearance. 'I don't even consider my femininity anymore?...' she murmured, wiping away the tear.

When Siren finally emerged from the fitting room, the dress fit her perfectly, highlighting every curve with fierce elegance. Dante watched her for a moment, openly admiring her, but he could read her expression… 'Damn…'

"Perfect," he said anyway, though he could see her eyes were slightly red from crying. Siren laughed, shaking her head in denial.

"I hope you know that I'm not going to make things easy for you just because you're trying to impress me with an expensive dress." Dante shrugged, picking up another piece and offering it to her.

"Who said I'm trying to impress you? I'm just indulging my taste in seeing you in the finest outfits. And besides, we have a reputation to maintain. These wolves need to know just how special you are to me." He teased.

'There's no way out…' She accepted the teasing with a playful smile and spent the rest of the time in the fitting room, trying on various pieces that Dante selected for her with a meticulous, detailed eye.

After a few purchases, they left the boutique and continued their stroll, stopping at a small luxury jewelry store. The display cases sparkled with necklaces, rings, and bracelets encrusted with precious stones, each piece more delicate and refined than the last. Dante looked at Siren, leaning in once more, this time with an even more captivating air.

"A touch of shine would suit your skin, don't you think?" he said with a smile. Siren rolled her eyes but followed him to the counter, where she examined the necklaces with a look that mixed disinterest and curiosity.

"You're really persistent, aren't you?" she teased, picking up a gold necklace with a small ruby pendant. "I don't think I've ever met anyone so determined to show how attentive they can be… when they want to, of course."

Dante just smiled. He took the necklace from her hand and placed it around her neck, his touch careful and full of intention. When he finished, he held her face, looking into her eyes intensely.

"Maybe I am persistent. Or maybe I just found something worth the effort." For a brief moment, Siren's playful smile softened into something more vulnerable. She quickly regained her composure, but Dante noticed the subtle shift.

They continued their outing, and Dante took her to a gourmet delicatessen, where they sampled luxurious desserts, such as dark chocolate truffles filled with rare fruits and fine cakes decorated with edible gold. Seated across from each other at a small counter, Siren tasted a fruit tart while watching Dante with a thoughtful expression.

"You really put in a lot of effort, but it's not going to lead anywhere," she murmured as she finished her dessert. "Maybe I underestimated how... considerate you can be. But it won't change what I think of you."

Dante watched her with a slight smile, but his tone was sincere when he replied, "If you think I'm here just to win you over or anything like that, I think you're mistaken. You already gave me your answer. You ran away that day, and months passed. You never even looked for me, so I came here in person. But that's not my intention." He smiled as he took another bite of his cake.

She blinked, perhaps a bit surprised by his words, but quickly regained her composure, laughing softly as she finished her dessert.

"Why are you doing this?" she questioned.

Dante leaned slightly forward, watching her with a deeper intensity, though his gaze remained light. He dabbed his mouth with a napkin and answered calmly.

"Because I want you to understand that, regardless of what you think of me, I'm not a man who simply gives up." He paused, watching her reaction, but she stayed stoic, waiting for him to continue. "I could've walked away and left you with your conclusions. But there's something about you, Siren, something I feel I haven't fully understood… And maybe, I want to give you the chance to get to know me better too."

She raised an eyebrow, suspicious but also intrigued. "Get to know me? And what makes you think you'll manage that in one impromptu date?"

Dante chuckled, a soft sound that seemed to echo in the tense air between them. "It won't be just one date, Siren. If I know you at all, I imagine you'll try to fight this, to pull away and protect yourself. And that's fine, but I'm also not the type to stick around for just one dinner. I'm here to make things clear, to show you I'm not here to play games or back down."

Siren looked away for a moment, her finger tracing the rim of her wine glass as if she were trying to organize her thoughts. Her expression wavered between suspicion and a hesitation he rarely saw.

"You really are… persistent. I might even call it stubbornness." She gave a small smile, this time less provocative and softer. "But, as I said, I still think the same of you."

"That's a shame," Dante said, smiling. "Since I said I wanted to see your femininity, here you are. Wearing alluring clothes, putting on jewelry, trying new things, enjoying every second with that smile in your eyes, and you didn't even notice… Pfffff," he started to laugh.

"You're so cute."