Arthit
Why can't the days end quickly. I am surely bored of all the talking about nothing. I'm glad that my house is finally lively once again. However I cannot take how no matter what I do there is always something outrageous going on. Like year ago, I came down from my study after long tiring day of catching up with novels and newspapers from the last few hundred years.
Yea, I am still only half way through that said l have missed a lot it appears. Wars, plagues, financial crashes, industrialization, medical breakthroughs, and technology boom. Everything is vastly different to my life prior to my hibernation. So when I come out of my room, I am always in deep throughly processing everything that I have learn. Only to find two cats walking around my house as if they owned the place. Since when did I own cats? They always make my skin itch in the worse possible way. Though it appears one is hairless.
Hmm, I scoffed at them and continued my way to kitchen only to find that the little things are following me like a ducklings. "Shoo, cats. I am not your mother." I turned around and continued my journey, and opened the fridge and grabbed the closest glass of blood. I decided to take a seat by the window and Find a more comfortable position until the two cats jumped on to my lap. Snuggling into the gap between my legs. I sighed in defeat.
Over the course of a few days I had grown quite attached to the two stinkers, but I digress I have always been a sucker for cat like creatures. I later find out the cats were a gift from my parents and my friends. They had thought I needed more company. I think in their minds I'm depressed as the humans would say. I don't particularly believe that I am, but I just know that life is just not the same as it was before.
I would never tell them that the cats did solve a little bit of my aching heart. It was strange how these two little creatures can change even very old vampire like me. Bright occasionally comes and goes just like he always had and my other friends have continued to live along with me. In all respects we have become our own little coven of vampires. The human staff all understand their role and are fiercely loyal to both myself and Knott.
Today though, My parents arrived this afternoon with a worrying look. Almost like the one I had seen prior to my hibernation. I greeted them politely as I always had, offered them tea and sit in my newly renovated living space with all the modern fixtures of today's world. "Mother.. Father what is it? I can see the documents in your hand." Mother just mutters to herself while passing the letters over. In large printing it read, Supernatural Meeting, you have been invited to attend." There in fancy gold printing my name was written.
"Why was I invited?" "They obviously know you have been awakened, so as your duty as future royal king you must attend." "I'm no king. I am just a pureblood watching the world pass by." "Arthit" she murmured "I know. You never wanted this title and I understand that, but you are the last fully pureblood vampire. You are the true king of the vampires. Even if you don't acknowledge this fact." "hmmm" I hummed. "We will need you to behave yourself understand, and Arthit... remember what I told you. If you see your mate." "Yes, mother. Kill them." "Yes, son."
I nodded my head and my obvious distress was a calling for my little ones to find me. Hopping onto my lap and purring loudly both of them nudging their head up against my stomach. Calming the storm inside my heart and head.
The nights and days passed by and my weary heart was getting more and more uneasy as if to tell me, "soon you will meet". I could feel the pain in my chest only getting strong as the time approaches the dreaded date of the supernatural meeting.
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Another Vampire Story - KongArt AU - Discontinued
FanfictionArthit Rojnapat a pureblood vampire has been a sleep for a few hundred centuries only to discover how different the world is. Gone are the days of carriage rides, and letters. Will he become accustomed to this new world? After years and years of tra...