I stared at Lucian, my mind still reeling from the revelation about vampires. "Wait, you keep saying something about pure-blood vampires," I said, my curiosity piqued. "What's that?"
Lucian leaned forward, his eyes serious. "Well, the vampires are divided into categories," he explained. "We have the pure-blood vampires. They are the purest form of vampires, with their lineage not being tainted by humans. They're the originals, the ones who've retained their pure vampire heritage."
He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "Then we have the mixed-blood vampires. They're the offspring of a vampire and a human. They possess some vampire traits, but their human side dilutes their powers and abilities."
I nodded, taking it all in. My curiosity getting the better of me.
Lucian's expression turned somber. "Newborns are humans who've been turned into vampires," he said. "They're still adjusting to their new nature, learning to control their powers and their thirst for blood. It can be a... tumultuous time."
I swallowed hard, processing the information.
Lucian's eyes clouded over, and his voice dropped to a low tone. "Rogues are vampires whose turning process was not successful," he said. "They end up being... well, dangerous. Unpredictable. They don't possess the same level of control or rationality as other vampires. They're a threat to both humans and vampires alike."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I listened to Lucian's explanation. The world of vampires was more complex than I'd ever imagined. And I was now a part of it, whether I liked it or not.
I swallowed hard, processing the new information I just got. My mind was still reeling from the concept of vampires, and now I was about to learn more about the supernatural world. "What about the rest of the supernatural?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Lucian's eyes sparkled with interest as he leaned forward. "Well, there are witches," he said, his voice low and mysterious. "There are white witches and black witches. White witches are just like humans in appearance, only that they possess an immense power. They don't need a potion for most of the spells they cast, as it comes to them easily."
He paused, studying me intently. "White witches are known for their kindness and generosity. They use their powers for good, helping those in need and fighting against evil. They're often sought out for their wisdom and guidance."
I nodded, fascinated by the world Lucian was describing. "And what about black witches?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lucian's expression turned serious, and his voice dropped to a low tone. "Black witches are a different story altogether," he said. "They're powerful, but their power comes at a cost. They're often consumed by darkness and a desire for control. They'll stop at nothing to achieve their goals, even if it means harming others."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I listened to Lucian's words. The world of witches sounded just as complex and intriguing as the world of vampires. And I couldn't help but wonder where I fit into all of this.
Lucian continued, his voice painting a vivid picture of the supernatural world. "While white witches have a human-like body and can live almost as long as any pure-blooded vampires, black witches are not the same," he said, his tone dripping with disdain. "They look scrawny and scaly in their true form, most times having scales all over them like snakes. They're absolutely ugly and age like every other human, only that they use their potions to renew their life."
He paused, his expression one of disgust. "But they're also obsessed with vanity, so they use their potions to change their appearance. They usually pick one of the finest bodies and faces and change into that. They're all about looking beautiful and attractive, but it's all just an illusion."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, they're not actually beautiful?" I asked.
Lucian shook his head. "No, they're not. They only change back into their true form during flight or fight. But there's something else you should know about black witches," he said, his voice dropping to a low tone. "They're allergic to holy water. A good dose of it on them will cause the part touched to change back to scales. It's a... peculiar reaction, to say the least."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I processed the information. Black witches were not only ruthless and cunning, but also vain and allergic to holy water. This supernatural world was full of surprises, and I was starting to realize that nothing was as it seemed.
I listened, entranced, as Lucian continued to describe the supernatural world. "Then there are the werewolves," he said, his voice dropping to a low tone. "But they're not in this part of the country, and are hardly seen. They're a different breed altogether, with their own rules and hierarchies. We don't often interact with them, but when we do, it's usually with caution and respect."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I processed the information. The world was full of creatures I never knew existed, each with their own unique characteristics and abilities. And I was now caught up in this world, whether I liked it or not.
A lot of things were beginning to make sense to me now. The man that almost attacked me the other night's red eyes, Lucian's sudden appearances, the staff's evasive responses – it all added up to a world of supernatural creatures living right under my nose. I wondered how many of them were vampires, and oh Lucian's whole family was part of this world. Pure-blooded vampires, it seemed.
And then, a question occurred to me. "Don't vampires take blood?" I turned to Lucian and asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, vampires live on blood."
I raised an eyebrow. "Then why have I never seen anyone take blood?" I asked, my eyes scanning the room as if searching for evidence.
Lucian chuckled. "Well, that must have to do with the fact that we're careful around you," he said. "I didn't want you finding out so soon. There are employees in the house whose main function is to give us blood."
My eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, but I've never seen any bite marks on anyone," I said, my mind racing with questions.
Lucian's smile grew wider. "Well, you see, our saliva can heal any feel marks," he explained. "But pure-blooded vampires' blood can heal a lot of wounds and injuries, so that's why you've not seen any."
I nodded, taking it all in. "Oh, I see," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
And then, another question occurred to me. "Do all the staff at home know about the supernatural?" I asked, Nadia suddenly coming to mind.
Lucian nodded. "Yes, they all know," he said. "Though most of them know only the most basic stuff. And no, they're not all vampires. While some, like the butler and chef, are mixed-blood vampires, some of the other staff are... different."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Different?" I repeated.
Lucian's smile grew wider. "Some are humans, some are... newborns," he said, his voice low and mysterious.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I processed the information. The world I thought I knew was turning out to be much more complex than I'd ever imagined. And Lucian, with his wicked sense of humor and supernatural secrets, was right at the center of it all.