"Asura, be a doll and come here. Mom needs a drink. I'm parched." Lifting his head from the table, Asura quickly replied. "Again? I just gave you some not even ten minutes ago." She quickly slammed her hand down onto the table "I didn't ask you when I last drank your blood. I said come here. I'm thirsty." Without hesitation, he got up and walked over to his mother, rolling up his sleeve. As her cold fangs entered his neck, he felt the icy chill run up and down his spine like wildfire. His body became weak and his vision started to blur. "Mom, that's enough. If u keep going..." His voice trailed off as everything went black, but before he completely passed out, he felt something soft. Well, at least this time I didn't hit the floor. He thought to himself.
While he was sleeping, a girl appeared to him in his dreams. Her long hair was dyed purple. She had the most beautiful face he had ever seen, but what stood out the most was her eyes. They were entrancing, a shade of red darker than wine, but he dared not to look away from her. As if you dared to look away, and she would turn into a demon, swallowing you whole. With a devilish smile, she opened her mouth. "Boy, do you desire power?"
"I do not," he replied.
"Then is it vengeance on those who do you wrong?" she asked.
"No," he says.
"Then what is it you want?" she asked.
With tears of longing in his eyes, he replied in a reverent whisper. "Freedom"
"One day, my puppet. I will set you free but you have to be patient."
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the boy who lives with vampires
VampireBorn human into a family of vampires, Asura was treated as a walking blood bank. He longs for the day when he can gain his freedom and call himself an equal with his brothers and sisters. But as that day seems more and more impossible, he starts to...
