"I am curious though, as to why you've accepted so quickly without much of a thought it seems?" Aldritch was genuinely interested in knowing.
"Well... I have a certain goal to achieve, and power is as important as knowledge... I have no magical aptitude of any sort, I can't use mana, more like I don't have any. If you can grant me power, then..."
"I see, then, it is alright. Whether you survive to wield this power or die in the process depends on your willpower, only strong minds make it." Aldritch said. This was certainly just made up, since there was no proof that willpower or any of the sorts had an effect in retaining sanity and effect on what kind of creature the person becomes.
Nevertheless, this was normally the case in whatever fantasy story or world he had read of and such, so he figured it could be the same.
"Pack up, let's go." Aldritch said, after she agreed without hesitation or doubt in her eyes.
He would have loved to be more mysterious and do something like asking her to meet him elsewhere at midnight, but Aldritch didn't know anywhere in this place, this was the best option.
He waited for her to pack her things back into the shop and closed it before they left.
Instead of taking her back to the hotel, Aldritch brought her to the nearby woods he spotted when roaming around.
They found a secluded place within the woods, then Aldritch initiated the process of turning her. There was no need to be dramatic and go for the bite on the neck or something like that, instead he just opened a small wound on her forearm and dropped some of his blood which he had infused with his catalyst.
It took some seconds, but when it started acting up, Aldritch saw the discomfort and maybe even pain etched on Ingrid's face as she grunted while holding down her hand and biting down her teeth with a scrunched up face. Soon enough, her hand wasn't the only thing she was holding in pain, and it only led to her collapsing on the floor.
"Yes, but before anything..." Aldritch brought out a small cup of blood and gave it to her to quench her thirst, something he knew would happen. Once she smelled the blood, her eyes brightened a little, almost as if they'd glow brightly. She quickly drank all of the blood and began licking the cup frantically.
'Well, the first time is mostly so.' Aldritch thought to himself with a smirk.
He already thought this through, and how he would go about this was already decided.
Seeing as Ingrid's behavior was starting to look a little wild, he approached her, but she turned and did something similar to a growl at him, but Aldritch didn't pay mind to it, "quiet," he ordered, to which she averted her gaze and looked down in what seemed to be a bit of fear.
He walked closer to her until they were just some centimeters away, causing Ingrid to crunch her body up as a tense feeling came over her.
Aldritch grabbed her chin softly and brought his lips closer to hers. Ingrid was more than surprised at this, but she didn't resist strongly, and once they're lips locked, she could only struggle faintly for some seconds before giving into it.
In a few seconds, she felt something filling her mouth and she had to swallow, the taste of this nectar was same as what she just drank, and it was sweet. Aldritch fed her blood until she was filled before he stopped. He wasn't worried about the blood running out, since there were a lot of blood tanks walking around these days.
They're lips parted, leaving a streak of blood to go down Ingrid's lips, just a little.
"We still have time, so before we return, I want to see what you can do, show me." Aldritch s said with a smirk, looking at Ingrid who seemed to have recovered herself completely and her eyes had returned to how they were, that is without a glow. As for something like eye colour, it was now the same as Aldritch's and the others, red.
Confused at what Aldritch just said, she asked what he meant, but all she got in response was a grin.