The Vampire Eldest Miss Thinks I Like Her 1

Chapter 1: Cheating

“I’m a cheater.”

Jasmine had no qualms admitting this. She could proudly declare that she was, indeed, a cheater. Ever since she transmigrated, Jasmine had this self-awareness. As a transmigrator, having a cheat ability was perfectly normal, right?

Especially in a world dominated by vampires, overrun by various races, and where humans were weak, not having a cheat ability was a death sentence.

Therefore, Jasmine readily accepted the fact that she had a cheat. As for when she discovered it, it was probably the day she was born. Unfortunately, as soon as Jasmine was born, vampires snatched her from her mother’s arms and raised her collectively. Upon growing up, she would become a blood slave, a food source for vampires.

When she learned this, she accidentally crushed her crib. From that moment, she knew she was somewhat different.

However, Jasmine didn’t intend to fight the world as a baby. So, she calmly pretended to be an ordinary infant. The vampires weren’t perverted enough to draw blood from a baby—they understood sustainable development and knew there wasn’t much blood in an infant anyway.

Jasmine lived comfortably until she was six years old. Apart from the caregivers who recorded her daily progress and pricked her with a needle to take a tiny amount of blood for blood management, it wasn’t much different from an ordinary orphanage.

After turning six, vampire nobles would visit this “kindergarten” to select their preferred human children to take home. In a sense, Jasmine felt that this orphanage was quite similar to an animal shelter.

Jasmine was indeed lucky. She was successfully adopted. She knew that if no one adopted her, she would be sold to a farm or a bank after turning eighteen to work for vampires. Of course, it wasn’t ordinary work; it involved being drained of blood.

Actually, Jasmine didn’t mind being sold to such a place. By the age of six, she was already so overpowered that she could crush stones into powder with her bare hands. Jasmine couldn’t imagine a vampire’s arm being harder than stone. Her only fear was: what if vampires had some unknown magical attacks?

She soon realized that even if vampires possessed such supernatural abilities, the low-level vampires managing the farms would definitely not be her match. Being adopted, however, presented its own challenges, as it meant being under the roof of nobles, undoubtedly important figures. But since she was adopted, it meant she had more opportunities to gather information and see just how strong she truly was.

The reason this noble family adopted her was that their first child was about the same age as Jasmine. Upon reaching adulthood, the child would require many blood slaves. They not only adopted Jasmine but also many other girls of the same age.

After being adopted, Jasmine also received her own name, the rather casual “Molly.” It sounded very similar to the naming conventions of her previous life’s country, encompassing both a given name and a surname. However, Jasmine was certain that this wasn’t her name in her past life. Rather than using a seemingly similar name, she preferred to be called Jasmine.

This would also serve as a reminder of her identity—a maid. Yes, this family employed child labor, making the six-year-old Jasmine learn to be a maid, serving their precious daughter alongside other humans and low-level vampires. If there were a child protection agency, Jasmine would definitely be the first to file a complaint.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t, not even a human protection agency.

The name didn’t really matter to Jasmine. In her mind, “Jasmine” was no different from Cuihong, Liulu, or Yingge; it was just a code name.

Life within the vampire family was incredibly boring. The tasks assigned by the adults seemed laborious, but for the overpowered Jasmine, they were effortless. She was the best among the maids, accomplishing every task assigned to her flawlessly, even surpassing the low-level vampires.

Jasmine lived peacefully until she turned eighteen, the same age when the vampire miss of the household was ready to attend school. Jasmine’s cheat abilities further developed. She discovered that not only was her body different from ordinary humans, even surpassing that of vampires, but the mental magic that vampires prided themselves on had no effect on her.

Having to occasionally feign being controlled was quite tiresome.

In this situation, the vampire miss attending school was actually a good thing for Jasmine because the miss was too clingy.

“Jasmine! Jasmine, where are you?”

Speak of the devil, and she shall appear. The eldest miss had arrived. Jasmine felt that the eldest miss didn’t need to come all the way to the servants’ quarters to call for her. Pulling a rope would surely alert the servants’ quarters, and someone would be sent. However, that someone might not necessarily be Jasmine.

Jasmine sighed, rose from her seat, ignored the gazes of the other maids, and walked out of the servants’ quarters. She saw the vampire girl standing in the corridor. The heavy curtains of the corridor were drawn, allowing the clear moonlight to spill onto the floor. The silver-haired vampire in a black gothic dress looked at Jasmine and smiled. But then, she seemed to feel that it was beneath her dignity and let out a “hmph.”

—A very standard tsundere.

Jasmine couldn’t help but complain inwardly. The vampire eldest miss, Adele of the Blake family, was a tsundere character. Her tsundere persona was so classic that Jasmine couldn’t bring herself to dislike her.

Seeing Jasmine, Adele quickly walked up to her and asked, “Jasmine, have you seen my hair ribbon? The one that matches this outfit. I can’t find it anywhere.” Jasmine knew which hair ribbon Adele was referring to. She was sure she had seen it before she went to sleep that day.

Jasmine nodded. “Miss, I’ll help you find it.”

Adele hummed in response and turned towards her room, leading the way. Jasmine followed behind her with an expressionless face. In the vast, ancient castle, no other person would appear in the corridor. Adele’s elders were always elusive. Jasmine had secretly observed them before. They spent two-thirds of their lives sleeping. Adele was still a young vampire, relatively energetic, and preferred being awake and running around compared to sleeping.

Such a night, such a corridor, was perfect for filming a horror movie.

Jasmine followed Adele to her room and found the hair ribbon in the dressing room. It wasn’t difficult to find, especially for Jasmine, who had an exceptionally good memory. However, the young vampire was always forgetful. Seeing Jasmine effortlessly retrieve her hair ribbon, she couldn’t help but sigh, “Only you, Jasmine, know where all these random things are. I can never find them.”

Adele sat on the soft stool in the dressing room, her crimson eyes fixed on Jasmine. She seemed somewhat awkward but still confessed honestly, “Jasmine… I want your blood.”

Jasmine remained expressionless and righteously refused Adele, ignoring her request.

Jasmine knew very well that she was adopted to feed Adele. However, knowing was one thing; Jasmine always felt that being sucked dry was a bit strange. Therefore, whenever Adele made the request, she would always be rejected. Adele’s lips pouted. If it were any other vampire being refused like this, they would surely be furious. But Adele was different. She eventually turned her head away with a huff, not truly angry.

For so long, Adele had only been drinking synthetic blood, not even a single drop of human blood. She was a rare breed among vampires.

Seeing that Adele had no other needs, Jasmine prepared to leave. Just then, Adele quickly grabbed Jasmine’s sleeve.

Adele looked at Jasmine pitifully, like a helpless puppy.

“Ah! Jasmine! Don’t leave. Can’t you stay with me for a while?”

Faced with Adele’s coquettishness, Jasmine remained unmoved. “No, I’m not like you, Miss. I have a lot of things to do.”

The puppy whimpered pathetically, still refusing to let go of Jasmine’s sleeve. She was very attached to Jasmine, to the point where Jasmine sometimes didn’t even have time for her own affairs. But the good news was that Adele would be going to school soon. Once she left the castle, Jasmine’s personal time should increase considerably.

Adele clung to Jasmine’s sleeve, leaning against her, and lingered for a while. Finally, under Jasmine’s urging, she released her grip. Before Jasmine left, she declared with certainty, “One day, I will drink your blood!”

—If it’s based on strength, you’ll never have the chance in this lifetime.

Jasmine complained inwardly.

Turning to leave, Jasmine headed towards the servants’ quarters to continue her work. Unfortunately, as she neared her destination, a figure emerged from the shadows and held a knife to her neck. Jasmine instinctively raised her hands, indicating that she was harmless.

She tilted her head and examined the person behind her. To be precise, it wasn’t a human, but a werewolf. The moon was exceptionally bright tonight. In a few days, it would be a full moon, the time when werewolves were at their strongest.

The werewolf brother wrinkled his nose. “Human, where are the vampires of the Blake family? Don’t tell me you don’t know. I can smell the stench of vampires on you!”

The werewolf brother’s nose was indeed sharp, but threatening her was useless. Jasmine remained calm. “I only know the whereabouts of Miss Adele. I’m not aware of where the other adults are.” She was, of course, lying to the werewolf brother, but it was consistent with her persona.

However, the werewolf brother didn’t quite understand. He frowned, and the knife moved closer to Jasmine’s neck. She could feel the sharp, cold blade against her skin.

“Then take me to her! Take me to that eldest miss!”

Jasmine’s hand moved slightly, and black threads quietly landed on her hand—don’t misunderstand, the unlucky one wasn’t her, but the werewolf brother.