You flow inside me like blood in veins(taegi)

▪︎ Prologue ▪︎

                    PROLOGUE

The title means 'you flow through me like blood through veins'.

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Immortality sounds good, until you realise that you will have to spend it alone. So I fell asleep, hoping that the noise of the succeeding epochs would fade away and that I would be struck by something akin to death. But as I lay there, the world no longer looked like the one I had left behind, it sounded different, better.

I had spent the last hundred years dragging my existence to the point of losing its meaning. Even drinking blood had become a necessity. I no longer felt the thrill of the hunt. That sense of adrenalin, the intoxicating smell of fear and hot, thick blood coursing through my veins to call me back and drive me mad with desire. I loved to enjoy every expression of terror on the face of every person I killed. I felt no pity. I had no feelings. I had no soul. The truth is that over the centuries humanity has forgotten what I am, what I and those of my own kind are. We have been romanticised and made ridiculous, so ridiculous that we no longer remember what a vampire really is.

I have been one for an indefinite time. I believe it was 25 December 1790 the last time I saw the sun rise and set. I don't remember another sunrise before that. Just as I do not remember another sunset before that one. That sunrise and sunset are engraved in my memory and will remain in my mind for eternity.

I was a boy pleasing to the eye, and it was precisely that beauty of mine, so ethereal, so young in a boy of barely twenty, that triggered my attacker's thirst.

He bit me, but did not kill me.

He told me that he would come back for me. That I could choose. Choose to die. Or choose to live a new life. Truly opening my eyes to the world, elevating me above all humanity, making me like a god.

I knew what it was. When I was a boy, Vampires were legends but not so far from reality that I didn't believe in them. My life had been terribly mediocre up to that point. I was already married, against my will. I was the son of a Korean slave and an English lord who took me with him to England, raising me as his sole heir. My almond-shaped eyes were disliked, which is why my dark hair was long in my face, to cover them. But I had had a life of constraints.

No, I am not telling you this out of pity. I couldn't care less. But I want my story to remain and survive, I want my name never to be forgotten.

The vampire's proposal had not left me indifferent. It could have been an escape from my life. I would have lived a new one. In fact, more than one. I would have watched time go by, I would have had no ties to anyone ever again. I would be free. So on Christmas Day I watched the sun rise. It was beautiful. Not as beautiful as the sunset. A sign that it would be the last time I would ever see sunlight. Then he came to me, to my room.

"I will give you the choice that was never given to me."

He bit his wrist, and placed that wounded flesh on my lips, which were smeared with blood.

At first I felt disgust assailing my insides to the point of wanting to reject that hot, thick, iron-tasting, salty liquid.

A few moments and my heart beat faster. I wanted more. I wanted more. In an insane craving, I clung to my Creator and began to suck more voraciously than an infant attached to its mother's breast.

Until cramps made me resist and I bent over.

"What is happening to me?" I asked, fearful.

"You are dying. Live it to the last sensation. There are few creatures who can boast of surviving death."

Fear invaded me, preventing me from breathing. But it did not last long. A pain I had never felt before began to course through my body. A burning and intense pain that made me really want to die and put an end to that torture. My heart struggled to its last beat. My body began to change. My canines became sharper. My skin whiter. I would never change again, my beauty, from already human, became an unnatural, eternal beauty.  It was when I opened my eyes again that I realised how different everything was. Before I was perhaps blind. I saw everything in a wonderfully clear way. I could feel everything. I could even hear my father's heartbeat downstairs. Or the neighing of the horses in the stable. I could hear and see everything.  In a wonderful way. Even the creature that had given me immortality in my eyes was completely different.

"Now you are a child of the night. Now you will be above men and their law."

"Why did you transform me?"

"Because drinking blood after five hundred years is not as pleasurable as before. I take pleasure in creating damned creatures above men. I love the idea of causing even more death at the hands of other hands. "

"Can't I stay with you? I asked him, perhaps afraid at the time that I could not cope with my new condition.

"No. You are not the Bond."

I did not understand that explanation at the time, but that vampire left me alone with a final warning.

"It is said that every vampire has a human whose blood is the most aphrodisiacal of any. A type of blood so sweet it is addictive and addictive. Be wary of that blood. It will drive you to madness. You won't be able to do without drinking it. And sooner or later you will kill those who have it in their veins. Then you will go mad. You will choose to burn with sunlight, but you will probably be so insane that you won't even be able to do something so simple any more. If you are lucky you will never meet him. The time will come when the burden of immortality will become a burden you will want to share. It will be then that you will seek your Link. Never drink someone's blood when life has left their body, or their death will drag you down too, causing you to die."

That was how I began my new existence. I killed my father, drinking every last drop of his blood. I felt his every pulse struggle against that violence, against those canines that had pierced his skin and now drew nourishment directly from his jugular. But when I felt his life leave his body I pulled away. I wiped my lips with satisfaction. Every time I drank, my eyes became stained red. That blood I had drunk made me euphoric and excited.

Not the slightest sense of guilt, I no longer had a conscience. I did not recognise any morals. Only I existed. I was my own god, and the world was just a huge place created for my pleasure.

Until I met him.

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Hello everyone.

I have decided to translate my English fanfiction into this account.

English is not my native language, so I might make mistakes.

I hope you enjoy the stories ♡

Nikka.