The cold wind howled through the forest as Mark stood at the edge of the clearing, watching Kael approach. The moonlight illuminated the tension between them, casting long shadows across the ground. Tong was safe for now, hidden away under Mark’s protection, but this confrontation had been inevitable since the moment Kael reappeared in Mark’s life.
Kael stopped a few feet away, his pale eyes gleaming with malicious intent. There was something different about him now—something more dangerous than before. He wasn’t just here to torment Mark; he had a purpose, and the weight of that purpose hung heavy in the air.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment, Mark,” Kael said, his voice smooth but laced with venom. “All these centuries, you’ve wandered through this world, pretending to belong. But you’ve always been a mistake.”
Mark’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides. “A mistake?” he echoed. “What are you talking about, Kael? I’ve lived longer than most of our kind. I’ve survived the curse, just like you.”
Kael’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “No, Mark. You’re not like the rest of us. You were never supposed to exist. You’re a mistake—a relic from a time that never should have been. And it’s time you understood that.”
Mark’s mind raced, searching for meaning in Kael’s cryptic words. He had always known there was something different about his curse, something that set him apart from other vampires. But a mistake? An error in time?
Kael began to circle him slowly, like a predator toying with its prey. “Centuries ago, when you were turned, it wasn’t by chance. It wasn’t some random act of fate. You were chosen, Mark—selected by forces that should have been long forgotten. You were supposed to die, like everyone else in that village. But someone interfered. Someone brought you back, and in doing so, they disrupted the natural order.”
Mark’s chest tightened, memories flashing through his mind—the night of his turning, the chaos, the blood, the terror. He had never questioned why he had been spared when so many others had perished. He had always assumed it was luck, or perhaps cruelty from the one who turned him. But now, Kael was telling him it was something more.
“Who interfered?” Mark demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Kael’s smile widened. “A power greater than any of us. A power that existed before the curse of immortality was even conceived. The one who turned you was an agent of that power—an experiment, if you will. But they didn’t realize the consequences of their actions. By bringing you back, they created a ripple through time. You were never meant to survive that night, Mark. Your very existence is an anomaly.”
Mark felt a chill run down his spine. “What does that have to do with now? Why come after Tong?”
Kael’s gaze darkened. “Because Tong is the key to undoing that mistake. His bloodline—Aeon’s bloodline—was destined to correct the imbalance that was created when you were spared. It was always meant to end with Aeon’s death, but you kept surviving, kept lingering in a world that doesn’t belong to you. Tong’s blood is the final piece to put everything right. If I can claim him, I can restore the order that was broken.”
Mark’s heart pounded in his chest. “You’re saying I shouldn’t exist. That I’m an accident. But I’ve lived through centuries. I’ve loved, I’ve lost—”
Kael cut him off with a sharp laugh. “Loved? You think your love for Aeon was part of the plan? No, Mark. That love was never meant to happen. You weren’t supposed to feel anything. You were supposed to be a tool, a vessel for something far darker. But you—” Kael’s expression twisted with disdain, “—you were too human. Too weak. You let your emotions cloud everything, and in doing so, you defied the very purpose of your existence.”
Mark’s mind reeled. Could it be true? Could everything he had known for centuries have been a lie? Was his love for Aeon the cause of this rift in time, this curse that had plagued him for so long?
Kael stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You were supposed to die, Mark. And now, I’m here to fix that.”
Before Mark could react, Kael moved with blinding speed, his hand darting forward to grip Mark by the throat. The force of the attack sent Mark stumbling back, his body slamming against a tree. Kael’s strength was overwhelming, his cold fingers squeezing tighter as he spoke.
“I’ve spent centuries watching you fumble through this world, clinging to memories of a life you should never have had. But it ends now. Tong will be mine, and through him, I will finish what was started all those years ago. You will finally cease to exist.”
Mark’s vision blurred as he struggled against Kael’s grip, his mind racing with desperation. He couldn’t let this happen—not again. Not to Tong.
With a surge of strength, Mark broke free from Kael’s hold, his breath ragged as he staggered to his feet. “You’re wrong, Kael,” he growled, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “I may be a mistake, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you take him. I’ve survived this long for a reason.”
Kael sneered, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “We’ll see, Mark. We’ll see.”
With that, Kael vanished into the shadows, leaving Mark standing alone in the clearing, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him like never before.
Mark knew now that his existence had never been part of the natural order. But Tong’s life—his connection to Aeon’s bloodline—was something even more important. And as long as Mark still breathed, he would fight to protect it.
Even if it meant defying the universe itself.
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MY GOLDEN BLOOD - JossGawin FanFiction
FanfictionI wrote this story as a bit of a vent for when I was feeling a bit down about My Golden Blood. I thought there might not be another novel I could read. Moreover, even if there is, it will be very disappointing because it must be written in Thai, so...
