I remembered when I was younger, when I'd realized what I was and just how powerful I could be.
I wasn't born a vampire.
Not many people know it.
I was made, a young boy drunk on power and love, eager to spend eternity with the woman I loved…she was strong and I wanted that.
Being a human was a curse for me at the time but then again, I was a child who did not know what curses truly were until I moved into the empire with her.
Power. I wanted more than my body and my weak human soul could handle.
In the end…
Is this truly how I die?
I felt cold, black blood slowly deep out my neck, I could barely feel the pain but I could tell the wound was closing up right after Akari took out the arrow.
I would live.
For now, it was the only thing that weighed heavily on me.
The tim
