Asta's P.O.V
I sit up from the couch, my head pounding from the vampiric wine I was drinking last night—Lyra stirring in my arms. "Go back to bed, Asta.. I'm so tired..."
I chuckle and kiss her lips softly, feeling her reciprocate through her drowsiness. I smile. I gently pick her up, carry her to the room, and tuck her into the comforter. "If you need me, just holler, okay, my little Lyra? I'll be cleaning in the other room."
Having super speed is the best when it comes to cleaning.
I speed around the room and clean it, picking up all the pieces and items I threw around when I was transformed last night. I stand and look around at my great work, hearing water from the shower going. When I walk over to the bathroom and gently peek inside, I see my beautiful Lyra strip down her back to me. Slipping inside the bathroom, I start stripping with her before gently pulling her nude body against mine. No words are exchanged as she smiles at us, looking into the mirror and seeing me hold her as she slips her hand over mine; she pulls me into the shower with the warm water washing over us as she cleans the dried blood off her neck. I reach over and grab the floral soap I have and gently lather her back as she gasps at the coldness contrasting the warmth of the shower. She presses herself into my hands.
After we both wash ourselves, we get out of the shower, giggling and drying each other off as she walks past me. I can't help but smack her ass and watch it wiggle—eliciting a gasp from her as she turns on her heel and pulls me into a deep kiss. "That is not fair, Asta."
I chuckle and shrug. "So what? I'm still going to do it~ You have a nice ass." She giggles and shakes her head, pulling away as she leaves to get dressed for the festival today. I walk out of the bathroom and direct her to my Victorian dresses, picking out a purple one that matches her hair. I, on the other hand, put on a black and velvet violet tux to be her matching counterpart.
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As we walk down the castle halls, we go to the festival grounds, which is being held this year in The Midnight Sanctum. Exiting the balcony, we overlook the ever-black garden filled with red lights and tables with food and drinks. A makeshift dance floor is in the center of a field next to the stone paths. I see my family at one of the tables, and there is the bustling sounds of patrons and vampires dancing and singing, and even the occasional hoot and holler from my father watching the dancing. I bring Lyra down the steps, gently holding her hand as I lead her over to my seat and sit her in it, standing behind her.
As my siblings turn towards me and admire our clothes, one speaks up - Vesper - trying to speak over the music as he entwines his arm with his consort - Stephine - a stunning, firey redhead with ocean blue eyes. "Will you join us in the ceremony tonight, Lyra and Asta?"
I hadn't even thought about that...
"Lyra, my dear? Would you like to be turned tonight?" Her fanatic thoughts tell me she doesn't know how to answer. I gently lean over and whisper in her ear, "My love, the Blood Moon Festival happens once a year, and it is when we do the blood ritual to turn our consorts since you are already considered a part of the family. Would you like to be turned tonight?"
After a long pause and a blush on her pale cheeks, she shakes her head and softly whispers, "I would like to stay human for a little while longer." I nod and kiss her cheek.
That is to be expected. I'll have to explain the rules to her later...
My father's voice booms above everyone else's. "Alright, tonight we have one ceremony that will be the turning of my dearest son Vesper's consort. Stephine, Vesper; please go sit in the draining circle and start the rituals."
Lyra watches Vesper intently as he and his consort walk over to the draining circle in the middle of the garden grounds. My father walks over and pulls out the ritualist dagger, grabbing Vesper's arm and not hesitating to drag the blade down his wrist and forearm in a spiral pattern as the dark red liquid comes to life and starts to seep out of his arm slowly.
Hearing Lyra gasp at the sight, I gently rub her shoulder and whisper, "It's okay. We will have to do this one day, so watch closely."
She nods and watches closely as my father grabs Stephine's arm and does the same to her wrist and forearm. He steps back and chants something, then recedes as the blood drips down their arms into the engraved spiral on the concrete beneath them.
There is a purple aura surrounding them as they entwine their bleeding arms and kiss each other, their blood glowing a bright white as it mixes. She kisses him, and we can all see elongated fangs jut from her mouth. I can see my brother Vesper whisper something into her ear as her expression changes; knowing what's coming next, she is instructed to feed on him. She buries her long fangs deep into the soft skin of his exposed shoulder. Vesper's and Stephine's expressions turn to pleasure as Vesper returns the favor, feeding off of her----Thus completing the trial and finishing her transformation.
"That was beautiful..." Lyra says; I am stunned at her words.
I chuckle, nodding more to myself than anyone else. "Yes, I suppose it is quite beautiful." My father smiles as he returns to his seat. Vesper pulls off his partner, picking her up; he walks past us and into the castle to finish the rest of the more intimate parts of the ritual.
I gently take Lyra's hand, pulling her from the seat and whispering, "Care to dance with me, my love?"
She blushes hard as she gives me an assured smile. "Of course, my love..."
I pull her onto the dance floor in the middle of the gardens as soft music plays overhead. I take her hand and gently place it on my shoulders as I rest mine on her hips, pulling her close to me as her thoughts reach out. Asta... I don't know how to dance. I don't want to embarrass you.
I chuckle and hold her close, whispering in her ear. "My sweet Lyra, it's okay. Just one step forward two steps back, okay?" She nods and follows my lead, dancing alongside me as I pull her close, her head resting on my shoulder as I whisper, "My little Lyra, tell me about yourself. I don't know much about you."
She sighs and gently grips my tux. "My parents didn't want me; they sold me off to the auction company to fund their drug addiction." When Lyra sees my expression, she laughs knowingly, looking down. "My mother never trusted vampires and raised me out of the system. I was never put in the logging system for humans of Nocturnal Dominium, which is why you haven't gotten my file yet; there isn't one that exists."
I rub the small of her back as we dance closely together and kiss her cheek softly. "It's okay; you'll always be worth something to me, my little Lyra." After a few more minutes of dancing, I stop and bring her back to my favorite spot in the gardens, sitting down on the ground and pulling her back into my lap. We exist in silence and contentment as we cuddle under the pink leaves of my favorite tree.
"Asta... Why is this spot your favorite?" Lyra softly asks me as I pull her closer in my lap.
A smile tugs at my lips at the memory. "Well, when I was younger, I told my father that there needed to be more color in the garden. So, he used his royal vampiric blood to nurture and grow this tree, making the leaves pink; now I use this spot to calm down when I need to." She giggles as she nods and turns to face me, gently kissing my lips, the taste of her cherry lip balm still on her lips.
"That's a nice story.. Thank you for sharing that with me love..." At that, she begins to drift off after the exertion of the night's events, safe in my arms as I think about how well this blood moon turned out compared to the rest.
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