The Vampire's Curse

Under the bright light of the moon, there was a beast who never aged. His skin was as pale as the moon and his fangs were the sharpest in the world. He devoured to live and kill for survival.

He is ruthless, merciless and remorseless. Vampires were believe to only live during the night however he's different, he walks along the rays of the sun as the lightrays reflects on his smooth pale skin.

They say he's more beautiful than the empress, yet he never shows himself to anyone. Whoever dared will suffer the consequence of his actions.

They call him "the dark lord".

Silence-a word to describe salvation. The world is a battle ground, a prison and a venue where death takes place.

The time runs towards the call of death, however, there was a man; a beast-they called him. Whose stuck between life and death.

Nor it was the curse implied

to him that changed his fate.

He watched the world changed, and the people died and rebirth.

And walks towards the day without the reflection of his shadow. Long time ago there was a tale of love inside him but peoples greediness drown him through madness and darkness.

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"Spare me mercy, my lord!" The human begged on his knees, in the midst of his death.

"Mercy," he stated.

Under the strong light of the moon that shines within the dark prison. The beast himself appeared through the wind. His eyes were devious red, mad and ready to devour. To take life for his food.

His skin reflects the color of the moon, and the beauty he possessed proclaimed himself as the deity of the underworld.

"Pleasure is mine for your mercy." he grinned revealing those sharp fangs.

"Thank you! My lord!" the human exclaimed with the sense of relief. But that didn't last for a second, his gratefulness vanished and like a bolt of lightning the beast dance invisibly through the wind.

"Ahhhh!" the human screamed out of fear and intense pain.

His long slender yet calloused fingers buried upon his neck, as his fangs penetrated his skin.

The blood that drips upon his mouth fulfilled his hunger however, it hasn't yet exceed his satisfaction.

"Mercy is a call for death-not salvation."

To him, you do not beg mercy for salvation. You work for it, strive hard to get it but what human beings don't understand is how to achieve it–and not just asked for it. For mercy isn't as free as good things in the world.

He once begged mercy on his knees, asking forgiveness for his sins to refrained punishment but, instead they cursed him into a beast. A beast that life's consist of immortality and the thirst for blood.

He worked for his own salvation but he learned that they really never intend to give it to him at last. They want him to remain a beast intimidated by everyone.

His hands played the cell door as he walked through the hallway of the secret prison. A place where fresh food comes from.

When he arrived at the 17th door, the human cried for the last time. His time stopped the moment his track stopped on his doorstep.

He dragged him, rough and raised him into the air.

"H-hahhh!" he stammered fearly.

"You are evil! I will never beg mercy to you even in the dust on my own grave!" the kick of his courage saved his fleash from being teared upon his belligerent fangs, but it doesn't mean he escaped the pain of death within the vampire's hands.

"You don't have to, mercy is death not salvation." the vampire took a chain out from the fire. It was blazing hot and peradventurely punishing as it looks.

"Evil!" he screamed from his lungs, where the pain of the heat slowly kills him. Enable to punish the strong they had to become weak, to crawl upon their knees and beg for death.

His limbs began to get amputated, such as his howls are filling every corner of the place.

"I... will... never... beg ... mercy! Ahhhhhh!"

The struggle for him to speak those words which is hereby followed by a prolong scream, that therefore states his near death.

'Til his time stop ticking, drown by the silence of his death. Blood, scattered on the floor as his body that was encircled by the blazing hot chain which teared the barriers of his skin, resulting to the unidentified body that's in a form of being melted away from the intense heat.

He didn't beg for death, in a quick and less painful manner but rather walk on his way towards his own death. Severely painful and punishing, where pain penetrates deep down his veins.

Making him weaker than any man whose weak.

Afterwards that violence, the vampire ignite a huge fire, burning the body of those human he devoured. As long as the moon hasn't vanished yet from the sky, the cursed won't follow their paths to after life.

The vampire then began to walk within the murky forest, that is covered with a thick fog. As his body is covered with a long black coat, which forbids anyone to be able to see his face.

His footsteps were soundless and yet the blood upon his long slender hands keeps dripping off the ground as he walks.

But then, he suddenly stopped from his track upon hearing the crack of a wood branch behind him. In a matter of seconds, he vanished from his post and reappeared before the frail lady's very eyes.

The lady was astounded by his quick action, she knew from that moment that she followed the wrong person.

Her eyes traveled shakily, meeting his red intimidating eyes. She gulped in fear as her knees fell upon the ground.

"Y-you are the dark lord," she uttered anxiously, as her body tried to moved backwards on the leafy path.

The vampire walk forward and bent himself to equal her legnth. He was staring at the woman whose closing her eyes probably from expecting that he would devour her for seeing his entire face but her assumptions were wrong, he didn't eat her instead he keep his eyes stilled on her until she open them again.

"Please don't hurt me, I am pregnant." she begged in a sluggish and frail voice.

There was only silence around them, his eyes were still on her. Scruntinizing her as if he knew her at all.

Does he know her?

Yes, he do. The woman on front of him is the exact reincarnation of the only woman he ever loved long time ago but she died out from the people's hand.

Although they resemble a lot but he knew himself that she isn't the woman he loved anymore. For the woman he love would ptotect him against the world, and loved him despite knowing he's a beast himself however, the woman on front of him is intimidated by him, she couldn't even bare to look on his eyes steadily.

His other hand then reached out upon her shoulders but, she cried and shakened out of fear. He was disappointed and mad for knowing that but he was trying to grasp with it.

"Please i beg you, have mercy on my child."

His hand folded out of anger, he lets go of her and stood up. He looked at her like a rug on the floor and like a dirt on the ground.

"I will spare you and your child's life but in return, on your child's 18th birthday she will be mine. Any opposing actions nor contradiction upon the agreement will caused you consequence."

"What would be the consequence?"

"A curse"

After his negotiation he vanished in the wind and was never seen again. When the woman gave birth to the child, she decided to kill the child than to give her to him.

Due to her selfishness, that has evoked the vampire's curse into her child's next life.

*The Present time*

The diamond chandeliers on the ceiling reflects the gold utensils laid down properly on each table. As the surroundings was filled with a sweet classical music, it sounded exactly like "Merry-go-round from the howl's moving castle"

Red carpets filled the floors and the alleys designed with crystals along the way. The entire restaurant looks very expensive and luxurious. It's like telling a story of a gold buddha burried undearneth the place.

A group of orchestra is place right next by the information table, the way they played the music well sometimes felt like it is supposed to take you on a different place.

The place wasn't void with silence but an enormous crowd chattering as they dine in.

I walked past the sixth table and poured the nobles with a glass of an expensive wine.

"I feel bad, we had a row when mom came home yesterday," the british woman uttered to her husband, her lips were curved down as a sob rose on her throat.

"Oh well, you're the one throwing a wobbly at me."

"I'm sorry honey, I'm just really pissed off." he cupped his wife's cheek and kissed her. Well I wasn't trying to gossip with them, I'm more of just doing my job.

After filling their glasses with wine, I evaporated abruptly out from their sight. My feet walks in a steady and slow pace as my other hand held the wine bottle.

Probably I was stupid enough for not noticing the lady's feet crossing on the way which tripped me, resulting for the bottle of wine to land upon her beautiful and expensive dress.

She then stood upon the chair with the intense irritation on her face, the lady is stout in appearance however she's absolutely rich and bratty from the way she looks.

I gathered myself up from the floor and face the consequence of my accidental action, lowering my head for an apology.

"Stupid bitch!" she blew up, as well as her brows arched high and her face became red.

"Do you know how much expensive this dress is?"

I kept my eyes stilled on the floor and not moving for an inch, her hands swayed to hit my face with her blazing hot palm, but before she could ever do her intention. A deep sinister voice echoed somewhere near from us.

"Don't you dare touch an inch of that woman. Take the stout lady away!" he ordered in a thunderous voice which astounded me. The lady wailed out of frustration but she wasn't able to do anything at all.

I looked around to find the voice but I couldn't. I continued my path but the same voice interfered me.

My body turned towards the last row of tables which was covered by the curtains. One of them was opened and a tall man with a slender body sat upon the corner of it.

His fingers played a beat on top of the table, as his left leg lie acrossed the other.

"Thank you sir!" I bowed down my head as I set a foot on front of him. When I stood up he smiled at me and like the place and time slowed down. As the music created that certain weird familiar ambiance, that felt like there's something between us, something-such as a certain connection.

His face...

"Gwen, wake up!" mother screamed which broke my dream's scenery.

"His face...what does he looklike? Oh my god mom why did you wake me up? I could almost recognized him"

"Recognize whom?"

"The guy in my dream!" I uttered in a rushed tone, as my actions can hardly be control.

"You've been trying hard to recognized him for the past three years, same dream, same person and still you're unable to recognized him when you wake up," mom uttered in a fading voice as she walks out of the room, whilst frustration runs to my veins, as well as the urge within me to eagerly know him and see his face clearly. Everytime I tried to remember him his face came blurry and unidistinguished.

That mystery knocks me off all the time, I've been dreaming the same dream for the past three consecutive years and I am still unable to distinguished the man on my dreams.

And these questions keeps bugging inside my head. Who is he? Why do I keep dreaming about him?

The ambiance of my thoughts broke upon the loud sound coming from my phone. It was Celeste calling me.

"Happy Legality Bestie!" her voice echoed from the other line.

How ironic would it be for my dear friend to feel overwhelmed upon knowing I turned 18th today, as, while, me on the other hand don't feel certain euphoria for it nor excitement.

I always had this rational thinking particularly in viewing things, and I haven't thought turning 18 is something to be happy or somewhat to get giddy for, as if it gives you powers or something special.

"Thanks, Celeste"

"So what's your plan today?"

"Oh well, I bought tickets for Raven and I," well except for one thing. Raven, my boyfriend.

The only certain strike of special excitement deep down me, I have always planned of surprising him on going to Paris with me. This has been what he always wanted, well unfortunately we're unable to do it due to his hectic schedule on his work so instead I took the initiative of doing it.

It's not always guys who needs the effort sometimes, we also need to move.

"Oh well, that's great! Speaking of Raven I bet he gave you those long sweet messages again," Celeste chuckled sweetly but in the other hand my heart sunk.

How can I tell my bestfriend that I have been waiting for Raven's message since last night. He usually greets me on my birthday at the exact strike of November the 10th in the clock but until this morning he haven't sent me a message yet.

"He didn't"

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't received any messages from him."

"That's odd, you know what I mean" I lowered my head, knowing Celeste may pertain a certain possibility.

"I don't think he's the kind of person to do what you are thinking, maybe he just have a lot of things to do at work," it's never good to assume without a solid and complete proof for it.

"Anyway, I'll be going to his place and surprised him for our trip," my heart feel alive and happy thinking that he might probably be in tears for this surprise.

"When? I mean what if he don't want to talk to you or ignore you?" her words started to stumble out from her mouth in a fast pace.

"Celeste, calm down. I know him and hence, why would he not talk to me?"

"I j-just don't want you to be in tears, it's even your birthday today," I know she is just worried but i know my capability and I wouldn't settle for a decision I can't handle. Whatever it takes I must face it, the truth may be painful but is preferable than being lied to and tried to be manipulated.

"I can handle myself and thus I know he can't endure me," my hand held the phone tightly as I pursed my lips.

"Babe," a familiar voice of a man echoed through the other line.

"Whose that Celeste?"

"Oh, it's my fiancee," she said it an awkward tone.

"You never told me you have one," It's somewhat upsetting, my bestfriend just didn't told me she's engaged with someone already.

"I'm sorry, I was planning to tell you though."

"It's okay I understand, hope you have a great day. Gotta take a shower now, mom's waiting on the table already." I chuckled and end the call, as my body hop off the bed and went directly to shower.

Today, I wore the dress Raven bought for me on our anniversary. It is a light pink lace dress with little strawberry designs embroided on the end of the skirt. It looks so cute and elegant.

"Looking beautiful darling, where are you going on your day?" mom asked as her hand keep reaching some nuts to her mouth.

"To Raven mom, I bought tickets for both of us." A wide smile drawn on my lips as my eyes wrinkled in gladness, uncontrollably grasping the intense joy felt inside me as I showed her the plane tickets.

"I'm happy that you are happy, Happy birthday my child." Tears began to form out from her eyes, it wasn't because she was sad but rather she couldn't restrain the happiness flowing like an endless river inside her.

"Thank you mom"

She lifted her lips up high, giving me the most gunuine smile in the world.

"I really want to eat the pancakes you made, you know how much I love it." I bit my lower lip hoping that she won't ever offended and upset.

"It's okay honey, next time then. Go now you might get late."

She stood upon the dinning table and walked out of my sight, as I was about to open the door.

"Wait! One more thing."

Her steps were faltering, as her eyes gleamed with her flimsy voice. As while, her other hand is holding a royal red colored box. It looks so special due to its golden linnings on the edge.

"Wear this" It was a silver necklace with a radiant red ruby pendant. The design along the edge of the stone looks archaic and exquisite, it somehow looks like coming from thousand years ago which indicates the importance of how it looks like and to the person who will wear it.

"And this should protect you," she uttered right after she locked the necklace to my neck.

"Protect me? Why?"

Her words were obviously unsual and it gave me goosebumps, like is something predicted about to happen to me?

"Gwen, in this world you should not dare to take this necklace off of you."

"Why mother?" a confusion started to form inside my head.

"In unum in tenebris erit nunquam adjuvaret thesaurus."

'The one in darkness shall never uphold the treasure'

Those words keeps reappearing on my mind, I was dumbstrucked not knowing what does it truly means.

It felt of those ancient times, like a ritual or something. An unusual call for someone or a prayer.

I learned latin when I was little, mom has always been determined of teaching me the language. She told me one day I am able to use it.

I used to think that it was just a silly reason to coaxed me of learning it not until now, somehow it awakens my inner curiosity.

The past three years is when my life started to become weird, in addition with that weird dream that stays until today.

The struck of the sunrays covered the half my face, as I strutted along the empty streets.

My eyes crinkled in the corners, as my lips lifted almost near my ear. There was that glow of sunshine shone upon my gleaming eyes. An eye of excitement and joy.

Remembering the first time Raven pulled my waist and kissed me, the day he told me he loved me, those times our love is boiling out of sweetness.

I pulled the tickets out of my bag as I set a foot outside his apartment. And as my lungs lets out a heavy breath.

My hand rolled up and did a couple knocks on the huge door. As I heard the footsteps coming towards the door, my heart beats so loud that I could almost hear it clearly and fast, like in any minute my chest would completely explode.

It felt like something I've never felt before, suspicious, doubting and intimidating.

And that one click of the door made me regret coming to the place at all. My eyes widened in tears and confusion. It's bewildering me for all cause.

"C-celeste?" I stammered. My muscles became rigid as I yelp in silence.

She was stiffly standing nakedly infront of me, as the piece of blanket only covers her body. Her expression made it clear that she wanted to explain but a croaky voice interferred.

"Honey!"

"H-honey?" I repeated with a question mark, as my voice started to become brittle.

I moved my eyes down and found the ring on her finger. That was enough reason to explain everything.

As soon as Raven set his foot behind Celeste, his eyes went shaking out in fear, there was that glimpse of pity I saw internally, he was ashamed of what chaos he has done.

"B-babe let me explain," he said in quavering voice. His eyes became weary as he tried to reach out my shoulders but I avoided his touch.

"Don't fucking touch an inch of my skin."

My voice was completely rigid with a pause in every end of each word, determining the warning I had set for him. Although for the fact, that inside me feels like I've fallen into a pile of cactuses.

I felt my heart bursting in pain as it has been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. Like there was a burning inside my lungs that i'm desperately trying to draw enough air to sustain my functionality.

But amongst all that emotion battling in chaos inside me, my face remained calm as if I wasn't trying to fight the storms and war within. My body improved its posture, I kept my legs aligned with my shoulders as I stand upright with my back straight and chest out.

To face him-to face them, as if I weren't affected at all from what they have done but honestly, my knees were struggling to give up and my feet were numb to runaway. All I aimed to do is to cry, to let the pain out from the chambers of my heart but I can't, not infront of them.

I looked at their eyes once more, the eyes I will never forget for betrayal. As I took a deep breath before I threw the plane tickets off to their faces and pulled myself away.

In each momentum I pushed in every move, my legs became more weary 'til I completely fell on the ground. I tried to pull myself up but I couldn't, my body shakened as loud gasped filled the ambiance of my atmosphere.

The tears in my eyes began to fall like a river as I chew my lower lip, struggling enough to swallow down a still- beating heart.

Which feels like the depression is starting to live within me. I never knew fighting with storms and chaos will ever be this hard, and mending betrayal from the two most important people in your life would ever be this heart breaking.

Like:

'Where did I go wrong? What's with her that I don't have? What's exactly our difference? Which part did I lack?'

There was no embarrasment I've felt once venting my pain along the streets, feelings are uncontrollable and spontaneous. People would probably reconsider my state for I am only trying to be a human-to just exist.

I gathered my self up slowly feeling numb from everything that happened. There was no exact destination my mind had thought. It was completely blank like a piece of paper.

Guess we should not try to attach ourselves too much to someone. Life is just a trial path. People come and go. Sometimes, someone is just there for a lesson or a reason.

And we should not put relevance of our serious emotions to someone, you'll never know one day the only reason they are with you is to hurt you and forsake your capability of loving someone again.

"One Heineken please," I ordered as the bartender slide the can of beer towards me. The multi-colored lights inside the club is blinding my eyes, as loud beat of sound covers the entire room.

The earsplitting noise felt like nothing but silence on my ears, time has passed and the invariant equatorial phenomenom happens which called "the prelude of dawn".

Since the place itself is an opened wall, I could clearly see how the sky is painted with vivid colors into darkness. As twilight drops her curtain down and pins it with a star.

My vision began to get blurry and I stumbled the moment I carried myself off the chair but instead of feeling the pain, a guffaw escaped my mouth.

Every part of me felt numb feeling pain, do we supposed to be really have to be feeling the ache? Can't we just be sensationless? Can I live once not feeling any pain at all?

As I pull myself off the ground, sceneries around me began to dance within my vision. Is this how is it to be drunk? You're able to see the world swirling like a piece of an art-Abstract.

I walk out from the place and began to laugh, thinking how humurous it is to see the path swirling. As i've never walked on a swirling road before.

For an instance, a strike of pain squeezes my heart as tears began to play it's role again.

When I reached the bridge the waters seems so calm down there, it's looks totally different from everything.

Like a voice ringing inside my ear saying " Come down here and let me hug you."

That made me totally burst out, if crying makes you ugly then let be rather than looking beautiful in everyone's eye sight but inside you felt like a ranging storm is trying to

fight a war. Having a dead heart while breathing and looks presentable makes you wished to just get burried at all.

"Are you happy? Are you happy for taking what's mine?! For stabing me in the back a milionth times?!" My voice shattered like a broken glass in the air, in a cold breeze of the night within the dark hallow space

Real friends don't steal and in this world be mindful whom to trust with, sometimes the one with the sweetest face has the darkest plans.

My unrationality and unconscious mind persuaded me to the urge of the voice in my ear. I wanted to feel an embrace, a symphathy no one has given me.

As I made my way on top of the bridge's railing, my knees trembled but not once I had ever felt fear inside me. The bridge itself felt like swinging in the air.

One thing that comes on my mind before I closed my eyes was the necklace my mom had given me. I took it off and gently put it inside my zippered short underneath my dress.

The moment I finally closed my eyes, the wind blew hard that its coldness started to go through my bones. And like the darkness itself played a soothing sound.

Once, I heard the voice calling on my ear again.

Saying:

"Jump my dear, and I will embrace you, and wipe the pain off your heart."

I hop off and the light air carries my body down softly, feels exactly like coming down from heaven to be reincarnated but as soon as I reached the waters, it woke me up from stupidity.

I pushed myself with arms and legs to pull myself out of the waters but, I could not find any leverage. Remembering my inability to swim. The more I struggle the more i'm dragging myself down.

Saw the shimmer of light rippling on the water's surface, teasin me, mocking how vulnerable i am.

I opened my mouth for air but waters filled my lungs, which made my breathing slowly dying. As my vision began to shut off, a figure of a man was caught betwixt my eyes.

His image was blurry but my assumption of his gender is accurate. As his not so long hair floats within the water that covers his eyes.

His arm wrapped around my waist and put his soft lips on mine. It opened my mouth and an oxygen then filled my lungs.

"You're not allowed to die." he said in a mandatory tone. As his palm touches my face.

The oxygen he gave me brought me back to life but darkness swallowed me.