MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 126: A bloody shelly

The next morning, the warm tropical sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of Blake's bedroom, rousing him from a night of fitful slumber punctuated by hazy, disjointed dreams. He stretched lazily and ran a hand through his tousled hair, the remnants of those unsettling visions already dissipating like wisps of fog burned off by daybreak.

After splashing some cool water on his face, Blake felt reinvigorated and headed outside to find the mysterious lady awaiting him on the private beach, looking resplendent in a flowing white sundress that complemented her tanned skin to perfection. A wry smile played across her full lips as she caught sight of him emerging from the villa.

"Good morning, my dear Blake," she called in a lilting singsong. "I trust you're feeling rejuvenated and clearheaded on this glorious new day?" There was just the faintest hint of teasing challenge underlying her words.

Blake squinted against the dazzling sunlight reflecting off the turquoise waves. "Yeah, I'm good. Great, actually." He grinned easily. "What's on the agenda? I could go for some fun and games after that huge breakfast."

Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight. "Funny you should mention games..." With a theatrical flourish, she produced a clutch of slender batons striped in vivid colors. "I thought we could engage in a friendly bout of jianzi - you may know it as kick shuttlecock. A vigorous yet whimsical sport to get our competitive juices flowing."

"You're on," Blake shot back with eager confidence, snatching one of the feathered rods from her grasp. "Just try to keep up, okay?"

And just like that, the two fell into an energetic back-and-forth rally along the sun-kissed shoreline, the weighted shuttlecock arcing between them in hypnotic parabolas. For long stretches they traded the lead effortlessly, accompanied by peals of laughter and gasps of exertion.

"You're quite skilled," the lady huffed with grudging admiration during a lull in their volley. Sweat glistened enticingly along the elegant column of her throat. "This sport isn't merely some frivolous pastime to you."

Blake grinned, chest heaving. "I'll take that as a compliment. Can't really explain it, but moving with that kind of grace and precision just feels...natural to me. Like it taps into some deep muscle memory."

"Is that right?" She arched one sculpted eyebrow inscrutably. "Well then, tell me more about this preternatural prowess of yours. What other hidden talents might you be suppressing in those submerged recesses of your psyche?"

As their titillating rally resumed with renewed fervor, Blake spoke between featherlight strikes of the jianzi. "Well...I've always had keen hand-eye coordination. That probably goes without saying, right? Lets me zero in on objectives with, uh, laser focus no matter how mobile or elusive they might be."

The lady's lips pursed in an approving manner. "A valuable skill indeed for someone of your...profession."

"Profession?" Blake nearly fumbled the shuttlecock at her words, managing to improvise a desperation heel-kick return at the last second. "What, you think I was some kind of professional athlete or something?"

"Let's merely say your repertoire suggests a versatile mastery of both...pragmatic talents, as well as more martial disciplines." Her tongue stole out to moisten her lower lip as Blake's arm lashed in a blurring backhand strike. "An exceptional package of proficiencies tailor-made for my purposes, don't you agree?"

The volleying abruptly ground to a halt as a fresh spike of dizziness lanced through Blake's skull, causing him to stumble with a grimace. He pressed his fingertips to his temples and gritted his teeth against the disorienting vertigo spiraling through his consciousness.

"Oh dear." The lady clucked her tongue with unmistakable relish. "Are we overexerting ourselves too strenuously already today, my poor dear man? Perhaps you're inadequately hydrated and require a respite from our strenuous exertions."

Her nostrils flared ever-so-slightly as she drank in Blake's pained expression like a connoisseur savoring a full-bodied vintage.

"I...yeah, you're probably right," he managed to bite out through clenched jaws. The fog shrouding his mind was growing harder to fight through. "Need to take a breather for a bit, I think."

Without another word, Blake staggered back up the beach toward the villa, bracing himself against the sporadic shooting pains piercing his skull. The lady watched his retreat with undisguised fascination, her gaze blatant in its prurient intensity.

As soon as Blake vanished within, Drake emerged from the treeline fringing the private beachhead. There was a cold, reptilian feral gleam in his pale eyes as he strode up to where the mysterious lady stood rooted with catlike poise.

"He's fighting off the assimilation like a rabid animal clinging to the last vestiges of sanity," the newcomer rumbled dispassionately. "You're going to have to decide if maintaining his pathetic individuality is worth compromising the accelerated transformation process."

The lady regarded Drake with a mixture of indulgent disdain and grudging interest.

"Drake, you really must learn some patience. Dismantling a man's entire persona is an...exquisite art form. One that requires a delicate, meticulous hand to truly savor each agonizing nuance."

Her emerald eyes glittered with sadistic relish. "Why would I simply erase Blake's dwindling semblance of self-determination at this juncture? That would be terribly anticlimactic and deprive me of such...delicious stagecraft."

Drake's jaw clenched mulishly. "But you're risking the entire plan by indulging these whimsical urges. With each relapse into fragmented consciousness, his core matrix becomes that much harder to fully overwrite."

"Then by all means, illuminate me," the lady purred in silken tones that carried a hairsbreadth from outright mockery. "What would be your recommended course of action? Completely purging Blake's every fleeting synaptic flicker of individuality right now before he can cling to any more sentimental keepsakes of a life he no longer requires?"

The statuesque beauty began prowling in a slow, predatory circle around Drake, her eyes glittering like polished obsidian.

"And once that facade of quaint humanity is permanently dissolved, what then?" she mused aloud. "Shall we simply reupload him as a mindless drone devoid of any autonomy...or creative impulses to be subjugated and relished at my leisure? A mindless husk to be programmed and indoctrinated into reciting platitudes on enforced repeat until the end of perpetuity?"

Halting directly in Drake's towering shadow, she canted her head with mocking contemplation.

"No, I don't believe that would provide a sufficient..." She allowed a pregnant pause to elongate the tension between them. "...return on our substantial investments, would it?"

Drake held her gaze in a contest of wills, his jaw twitching almost imperceptibly. At length, he seemed to master his rising impatience and responded in the same flat baritone.

"Of course not. I'm well aware that simply erasing every last iota of obstinance would render Blake a pathetic, subservient shell. One ultimately incapable of realizing the full scope of his revitalized potential and privilege under prehensive tutelage."

For the briefest instant, her mask of aloof condescension faltered as she flashed a predatory smile that revealed a hint of razor canines. "Precisely. You do possess such an invaluable capacity to truly grasp the nuanced depths of my intent despite your...prioritized logistical focus."

"Now tell me, do you still feel there's a need to hasten your lord?" Elena asked with a regal pose.

"Certainly not. Your words have shown wisdom in your doings," Drake pathetically knelt while he said this.

"Precisely. I am Elena, a bloody Shelley, the Darkest vampire there is."

A beatific smile spread across her regal features, aura blazing with portentous significance.

"And mark my words most indelibly, my rapturous work-in-progress..." she declared in stentorian proclamation.

"I always...ALWAYS...receive that which my heart desires most ravenously, without fail or compromise. No matter how lengthy or circuitous the ultimate trajectory I must inscribe in pursuit of its exalted apotheosis."