Chapter 133 Host Is Dying!

Zoravec and Blake bid farewell to each other as they both headed different ways after making sure that they had the chance to meet again. Zoravec took a breath of fresh air after coming out of the building, he could not imagine being stuck there for another couple of years. But what could be done when he had chosen the life all by himself.

"I wonder how Devi and…. mum react to my success."

He wondered while stuttering in hesitation because Zoravec had no clue how he should address Hecate now. As much as he intended to keep things normal he was unable to bring himself to call her mother.

Maybe he needed more time than he thought and the only way was now to keep it going by moving away. Nonetheless, he raked through his hair and rushed towards the nearby bus station from where he had to catch the route to home. During the way home Zoravec was still wondering about the whole system thing, it bothered him why his element was missing.

He could not make any sense of why his element was not shown. Or was it because he had power? But how was it even possible when he was a vampire by birth and had confirmed all the possible traits. It was another thing that only a few matched while the others were uncommon or lets say exclusive to just him.

Zoravec had no clue why the system did not detect that or declared him a human in the race slot. He was half human and half vampire as per Hecate's story but now the statistics made him even more confused. There was no way the system could not pick up his vampiric blood or powers when it was designed to do that.

It bothered him that he practically had no mentor to learn all that. Zoravec could not think of anyone else except William since he seemed to have sensed his odd aura. It reminded him once again how he was able to do that when the other elder vampires were unable to. Zoravec became sure that something was suspicious about William.

Nonetheless, Zoravec reached the end station while being engrossed in the thoughts. He had no clue how he completely missed the whole journey and ended up on the last station. However, it annoyed him that Zoravec had to go back all the way passing three stations to reach home.

After he had reached home, Zoravec opened the door with the second key he had and headed inside. It was the moment he slightly stumbled over his steps as soon as he stepped inside the house. His head started spinning and before he could comprehend anything Zoravec heard a sound in his head.

[Blood deficiency detected]

"What the….?"

Zoravec could not figure out what was happening, he was not still hurt to be able to lose blood to cause a deficiency. He was confused for a moment before Zoravec was hit with a powerful blow of thirst.

"No…no…what is happening to me?"

He stood in the small lobby where Zoravec tried to support himself against the wall. His mouth went dry and lips became chapped, Zoravec was not sure why he felt that sudden thirst for blood.

Zoravec panted heavily as his breath grew irregular and he plopped on the floor. He could not breathe for a moment as his vision became blurry and the faint voices around him heightened. Zoravec could not grasp himself while kneeling and leaned in to support himself on his palms too.

"I don't understand….what is happening to me? Why am I feeling this thirst?"

He could not figure out the reason but the gradual sweating was continuously increasing the thirst. Everything became blurry to him that Zoravec could not really comprehend what to do next because he had no knowledge of it.

"Is this some side effect of that healer's powers?"

That was the only conclusion he could derive from his understanding. After all, there was nothing else he had in his mind to relate to his current condition. But that did not concern Zoravec as much as he wished to find the solution to his condition.

"Fuck! I need….blood!"

Zoravec became desperate upon not finding anyone around, he somehow stood up from his place while staggering. His blurry vision and shaking limbs made him bump into the table making all the things drop on the floor.

"Who is there? And how did you get in?"

It was the moment when Hecate walked outside the room cautiously. Zoravec looked at her while breathing heavily, his eyes indicating that he was not feeling well. Whereas Hecate was holding a baseball bat in her hands as he walked forward finally appearing in front of him.

"Zoravec? How?"

She came forward and dropped the bat in the mid way, Hecate seemed concerned about him as he showed an unwell expression. The woman was concerned about him and approached Zoravec while supporting him. Hecate slipped her arm under his shoulder and made him stand up as she looked at him concerned.

"Are you alright? Why do you look ill? Did the authorities torture you or what?"

Hecate bombarded the questions at him while wiping off the sweat beads over his forehead. She did not wish to see him in that state and it irked her a lot that perhaps the authorities have sent him back injured.

Hecate immediately asked him everything in one go and waited for him to speak. Whereas Zoravec became half confused and concerned about the whole situation. He did not intend to harm her that was why Zoravec immediately freed his arm from her. And pushed her back hard with force to make Hecate fall a bit away from him.

"No, stay….away from me. Don't come closer to me."

He shouted at her while Hecate was clueless about what was even happening. All she could see was Zoravec gradually stepped behind as he covered his nose immediately. He could potentially smell the blood running within her veins.

It became nearly impossible for him to control himself from not pouncing over her. Zoravec was not sure how long he could control himself and he did not intend to hurt her in any way. He wanted someone professional by his side, someone who knew him and his shit so Zoravec's power outbursts could be handled.

There could be no other person who could fit in the criteria other than Devi, the demoness herself. But at that moment Zoravec had no clue where she was since he could not sense her presence around. Due to the blood deficiency Zoravec was unable to smell and sense her existence like before.

He needed blood immediately to be able to function properly and could find Devi. But perhaps his situation was not allowing him to do anything at that moment. And Zoravec needed either the demoness or blood immediately. He had been contemplating about it when another ding resonated in his head, snagging his attention.

[Blood deficiency increasing]

[Drink blood within 30 minutes]

[Host powers are decreasing]

[Vitals are dropping]

[Emergency alert]

Zoravec could hear all those pop ups in his mind but there was no solution given. He did not wish to drink the blood of Hecate all, the sole idea of drinking blood itself disgusted him. But it appeared he had no other choice but to comply and give in to his desires. The uncontrollable hit of thirst made him nearly mad since it was his first time experiencing something like that.

"What…what is happening to you? Zoravec you don't seem good. Let me help you get to the room so you can rest."

Hecate could not see him in that state and proposed the idea despite being scolded and thrown back by him. She simply could not bring herself to leave him when he did not seem well.

She took a step forward to him while seeing Zoravec breathing heavily with dreamy eyes. Zoravec was leaning against the wall as he gradually slumped down while his breathing grew extremely audible. The gasping sounds made it evident that he was facing difficulty in breathing and perhaps felt suffocated.

"No…no! Stop right there! Do not come closer to me."

Zoravec shouted at her as he gestured with his hand to make her stop. He could not hurt her despite all the feuds they had, Hecate immediately stopped there and stared at him gasping in pain. There was no way she could potentially help him but she wished to.

"Zoravec, tell me what is happening to you. How…how can I help you?"

She was not sure what she could do but still proposed the idea, whereas Zoravec's face grew pale and made him appear no less than a zombie. Hecate grew suspicious and worried at the same time that perhaps the pentagon poisoned him after knowing his truth.

"Devi….where is Devi?"

Zoravec could still somehow utter that much while his vision slowly dying.