Chapter 1: Chapter 1 – Beneath My Fangs, All Are Worthless

Chloe perished amidst the final wave of the zombie apocalypse. Even in the last fading second of her consciousness, she was still reloading her Type 92 pistol.

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“Damn it, this brat’s not dead yet, is she?”

“I told you to be careful! Do you have any idea how few pureblood cubs we caught this time? And now you go and screw it up on the way back!”

Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, Chloe heard the coarse murmuring of men nearby. Her body felt unbearably weak, every muscle drained of strength.

The helplessness infuriated her. She forced her eyelids open and found herself staring at two plump, pink fists—hands that could only belong to a four- or five-year-old child.

For a moment, Chloe froze, confusion flashing through her mind. Turning her head slightly, she took in her surroundings.

She was inside a confined vehicle. Beside her sat a man whose belt bore a viper-shaped insignia inlaid with a cheap gold bead.

Through the reflection in that dull golden sphere, Chloe caught sight of her own face—soft, round, and rosy. No more than five years old.

“...”

Reborn… as a fragile infant?

While she was still reeling, the man beside her noticed her movement and exclaimed,

“She’s alive! The brat’s still alive!”

From the driver’s seat came a rough chuckle.

“Good. Keep an eye on her—fresh vampire cubs fetch a fine price.”

“Got it! Damn, we’ve struck gold this time.”

The man scooped Chloe into his arms, flashing a set of yellow, rotting teeth.

“You’re Uncle’s golden ticket, little one. So you’d better stay alive for Uncle, hahahaha!”

Chloe’s lips parted slightly, and in the reflection of his eyes, she saw herself clearly—black hair, crimson eyes, and two tiny fangs glinting beneath her upper lip.

A vampire?

The word sparked in her mind—and instinct took over.

Without hesitation, she sank her teeth deep into the man’s throat.

A gush of warm blood filled her mouth—rancid, metallic, nauseating. The man screamed in agony.

Taking advantage of his shock, Chloe tore herself free, her small, tender hands clawing desperately at the car door.

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Kidnappers. If she didn’t escape now, she had no idea where they would take her.

Click!

The latch snapped open—but before she could leap out, a rough hand yanked her up by the collar.

“Son of a bitch, this brat’s got some sharp teeth!”

The driver, a man with bleached yellow hair, snorted.

“How sharp can a vampire cub’s teeth be? You’re just weak.”

“Look at this!” The man shouted, showing his bleeding neck. “The little monster nearly tore my jugular out!”

The blond turned his head, eyes narrowing at the sight of the crimson mess.

Chloe spat out the lingering blood, her scarlet eyes brimming with a cold, mature hatred no child should possess.

Amused, the man pressed a palm over her mouth.

She glanced down at that hand, her gaze sharpening.

You’re offering it yourself? Fine.

Her tiny jaw snapped shut with brutal force.

“Damn it! Get the muzzle—now!”

Chloe bit down harder, vicious as a wild pup, refusing to release him. When she felt the car slow, a spark of calculation lit her eyes.

The blond reached back with the muzzle—just as the car came to a full stop.

Seizing her chance, Chloe wrenched open the door and jumped into the storm outside.

Rain lashed her skin, thunder cracked overhead.

Behind her came the enraged shouts of the men, but she didn’t look back. Her small legs pumped furiously through the mud.

Yet how fast could a child run?

Moments later, she was caught again—lifted by the collar, a cold metal muzzle forced toward her lips.

“Let me go—let me go! I’ll bite you to death!” she screamed through gritted teeth.

“It’s too big—it won’t fit!” the man barked. “Stuff her mouth with a rag!”

Hearing that, Chloe thrashed harder, twisting her head and sinking her teeth once again into his arm.

He howled, raising his hand to slap her—but stopped midair, afraid of breaking his precious prize.

The rain pelted her tender skin like needles, but she stayed silent, jaw clamped tight until he was forced to let go.

Falling to the ground, Chloe didn’t bother checking her bruises. She only saw the car door swing open and another foot step out.

No hesitation—she ran.

Even if it was hopeless, she would never stop trying.

She had once been the supreme commander of humanity’s final stronghold. How could she die in the hands of human traffickers the moment she was reborn?

But the rain-slick ground betrayed her—she slipped.

Footsteps closed in from behind, and she gritted her fangs, ready to bite again if she had to.

Then—wings.

A sudden whirr sliced through the storm, followed by a fierce rush of wind.

Chloe looked up. A figure hung suspended in the dark sky, a pair of enormous bat wings unfurled behind him, crimson eyes glowing like twin embers.

The two men froze, terror etched across their faces.

“Shit—it’s him! He caught up already!”

“Run! Run!”

But it was too late.

The power of an adult vampire was overwhelming.

He dove like lightning, and in a single heartbeat, the two men were reduced to shredded flesh.

The newcomer landed gracefully amid the carnage, black suit immaculate, voice lazy yet laced with menace.

“To think scum like you dared lay a hand on the Progenitor’s child.”

Chloe sensed danger radiating from him—every instinct screamed stay away.

Bruised and trembling, she fixed him with a fierce glare, inching backward, baring her tiny fangs in warning.

The vampire raised a brow, half amused.

“Oh? And who do you think you’re scaring with those two little teeth?”

He took a step forward, voice softening.

“Easy now. Don’t be afraid—I’m under orders from the Progenitor to—”

“Ahhh!”

Before he could finish, Chloe lunged and bit him.

He winced, gripping her chin to pull her back.

“Well, I’ll be damned. They really do raise them fierce these days.”

Freshly awakened, furious, and on edge, Chloe glared up at him, crimson eyes blazing with feral intensity.

Seeing her hostility, the vampire hesitated, then spoke gently,

“I know you’re angry—but please, calm down. My name is Kerwin. I was sent to rescue you.”

“Rescue me?”

“Yes!” Kerwin nodded rapidly. “The Nursery called—they lost a pureblood child. The Progenitor himself ordered me to retrieve you.”

Pureblood. Vampire. Child. Progenitor.

Chloe’s gaze darkened in thought.

Just what kind of world had she been reborn into?