Louis no longer wants to live and his plan to leave the world behind was almost a success. Almost. That is, until Harry, a vampire, saves Louis' life and grants him immortality with his bite.
However, Louis is far from grateful when he wakes up to h...
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The air is cool on this spring night and the wind blows through his long hair, making it flutter back and carrying all kinds of odours to him as he walks along the outskirts of the small town where he and his clan have lived hidden among the people for hundreds of years.
Harry, as head of the clan, can go without blood for a longer period of time than a younger vampire who still has to drink every day. He, on the other hand, manages to go a whole month without blood, if he maxes it out even two, but then he clearly notices how his strength is dwindling more and more every day. The vampires in his clan are no longer the youngest and most of them drink blood once or twice a week. After all these centuries, they have all fed on generations of families in the city, without even one of them remembering it. Because people's legends and stories are mostly true - vampires can influence memories.
But there are different rules among the many clans. And Harry, who even back then as a human treated everyone with kindness, has continued to do so ever since his death and his upcoming as a vampire. One of his most important rules is: only when you drink are people's memories erased. If you have normal contact or sex with them, you behave like a decent person so that this is not necessary.
Harry is ridiculed by many other clan heads because of that, he knows it. Many are cruel and selfish. People are kept in cellars and fed only so that the vampires always have fresh blood on hand, real sex slaves at that. Many of these people wish for death and yet they languish in poverty under the power of the vampires.
But just as they laugh at him and gossip, he despises them back in equal measure. Harry keeps his distance from them, tries not to cause any stress, he knows he isn’t made for war, his temper alone is too gentle. In terms of strength, he can definitely keep up with his 728 years. If there is a dispute, he always tries to resolve it diplomatically and so far he has succeeded.
And yet it is nights like tonight that leave him melancholy. Then, when he looks up at the full moon after centuries of immortal life. Lonely in his search for food, without a mate by his side like so many others. Always alone, even when he is surrounded by so many vampires. Nights when he doesn't really get cold, simply because he is no longer able to, but he still shivers when the wind blows the cold through the fabric of his clothes again. The black leather trousers cool on his legs and the black shirt with only his brown jacket over it keeps the wind out only a little, almost as if it were a memory of his former life, when he could still feel what a freezing body really felt like. Now his body is cold anyway, because there is no longer a beating heart pumping blood through his veins. And yet there is something strange in the air tonight, like a premonition that Harry cannot grasp and that makes his fine hairs stand up on his body. It's definitely not from the cold.
Again and again he lets his gaze wander around, his senses heightened, trying to find out whether it's just a fantasy or what exactly it is that's bothering him. But the night has brought a silence over the place and he can only hear the animals in the adjacent forest, murmuring conversations from the houses inside and smells like cooked food or other uninteresting things.
