Blasphemy in Love: A tale of love in rivalry and craving in distress

PROLOGUE

Night was seeming flawless
The moon shining like a temptress
With its allureness,
Poetry became the voice to my musing.
The forest in fog, darkness covering like a clock,
Eerie sounds and heart filled with blood,
Makes this night more enchanting,
The ink of my thinking drops on parchment like the flood.

But as always, something that I was keen about, happened eventually,
Making the surroundings go chill
Heartbeats upbeating
Bone cracking, blood squeezing out of the body
Surpassing the cool breeze of a silent night,
Another blood bath in the town,
Another crimson craving entity went down,
Leaving this moment of serenity
To remain with its flaw like the nights that passed by, still unknown.

The rumour was spreading like an epidemic disease among the vampires that settled in a town where fog remains unlifted till the noon and death rate was low and feels like a cocoon, generated a kind of fear in those scarlet valiant eyes. We, the creatures that hunt down at night, drawing palatable haemoglobin rich fluid from humans are now been taken down one by one, whoever lurks in midnight. These creatures haven't identified yet, search has been going on.

By the look of it, it feels like we ain't far from that day when this town will be devoid of vampires. We got to survive this, but how is it supposed to happen if we don't work together leaving the enmity of elite families and lower class vampires? The more confusing fact is that this massacre is happening within humans too, both the clans, living and dead are hunted at once by the same sequence indicating that its the same creatures that are lurking in the shadows where our intuition isn't stretching out.

Drowned in love, witnessed by all
A boundary that is drawn to make our love crumble and fall.
Pages of my diary written about you
The moment we shared in those electrifying passionate hue.
Our life feels like characters from Shakespeare's play
But the only difference is
Romeo isn't going to die, nor is Juliet willing to sacrifice,
When rivalry comes in between and
Respect is dancing on the ashes of fate,
Neither you can leave your family side
Not I'm going to put mine on stake.

Kingstons faced humiliation because of my father, Matthew Spade and from that moment, hearts that were bound with a thread of friendship between Spades and Kingston, now boiling with the anger and mortification to take down as enemies, buring and tormenting till asking for mercy creeps under the skin. This is the reason why Ryna's and my fate is never going to interwine, even if it does it'll come with price, and that price is summoning the death of us.