The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Prologue

At teenager, I decided to leave my family. My dad was abusive. My mom was abusive. My own brother was abusive. I treated him like my best friend. We used to play and share toys. Most especially, the old toy robots that Dad used to collect. As kids, me and my brother always had something to be busy at. As if we were adults. We had our own spiders. And other sorts of arachnids. Our house was surrounded with trees and basically, just the nature. We competed by using them. Whoever won was always lucky, because the loser was the one to do the chores in one full day. I remembered I mostly lost the game. I didn't know why, I used every technique I knew. One was getting the big one. It's just a game, I told myself whenever I did just to avoid having hard feelings.

My advantage of being the youngest in the family was that I used to have tons of medals in the house. My only hobby was just to read and making myself quizzes to test my knowledge. Nothing else.

But at ten, everything changed. My hobby, demeanor, just everything. I had lost my interest at studying and focusing on my academics. It all began when I was suddenly allured by just the nature itself. From gazing at books, it changed to a gaze at the world. When I thought that everything changed, I realized that a tiny thing was left—arachnids. I noticed that I did not stop collecting ones. But I did at fighting with my brother's spiders. When I grew, not only that did I collect but also other sorts were added when I did nothing but to go farther and farther to the world, never caring whether I lost my way already or not.

The secret activity usually went for a whole day. I just arrive at the house at seven onwards. I never dared to go there at daytime, because I would be dead. I would transform my parents and basically, my family into beasts that would certainly terrify and eat me. I constantly poison their minds, when they think I was at school but in truth my school was the physical world.

The hobby was too much that I was at last caught in the act. And there the nightmare had begun. No more parents caring to kiss me goodnight, no more brother caring to play with me, and no more grandparents asking how school was. I was already an island, having my own house, and generally having my own world or planet. All were independent except for my food. Food was brought to me, sometimes, by Mom or Dad, usually, by my brother. For days and days that was the only thing happening to me until I tried to talk to them. I usually apologized to them, saying that I would change. I even promised to Dad that I would give them countless medals for as long as they would put me back to school. But guess what, no one could speak. I was the air, they were the people. I was the ghost, they were the wights.

From days of living happily with a complete family to living miserably and completely lone, I successfully escaped when my brother was the one who brought me lunch. Lunch was always the time when Mom and Dad weren't home. So I just gave him a punch on the cheek and he passed out in a millisecond. That wasn't even a hard one, it would not likely cause him any bruise, injury or what.

I ran toward the door and caught Grandma sleeping on her rocking chair. I didn't think twice about going back to my real home which was living with the trees. Two nights, I wandered with an empty stomach. Third night, I continued adventuring into the forest. Utter darkness. My dinner was simply wild berries I had found in some random tree. With lack of sleep, my body was slowly giving up. My vision were beginning to slightly blur until I teleported into the same place. I just knew about the fact when I felt something queer. At first, I thought I was really in the same place with the same trees, and soft ground.

But when I tried to examine the things around me, it was as if I made a history. As if I made an invention that was later widely used around the world. I was an explorer, discovering a place that was perfect for dreaming. I always bring my journal where I write and draw my observations there. It was merely a coincidence that a young woman probably my age had appeared when I was looking at a worm. A worm of a strange sort. She was like a ghost there, staring for God knows how long. I nearly spoke, desirous to ask if she knew where I was. Just to know how far I had gone.

But I zipped my lips when I noticed fangs in her teeth and claws in her hands. I knew that she wasn't a human. A surreal being was in front of me. Instead of running for my life, I stayed. Instead of feeling terrified, I felt serene. I couldn't help but stare at those perfect eyes and face. At the time I almost opened my mouth, she spoke saying that I went to a very dangerous place. I went with her without hesitation and resistance as if I put my full trust to her even though I knew that she was possibly an evil creature trying to deceive me. A human incredibly falling for an alien.

Years had passed when we lived there in secret, the love for each other was genuine and unbroken that a child had grown inside her belly. For the same years, she told me the life and history behind her, also learning the skills, and traditions of the same aliens simultaneously. I was slowly becoming one of them, when Detina told me we had to run away as soon as she gave birth.

It was clear to me that two different creatures falling for each other was entirely wrong, and as a price we would die. We couldn't control ourselves, let alone having a child. I told her I was always ready to give in, if that was needed to save my family's life. But the thought of infecting me was not a good idea. It was too late because she said there was always a side effect for a vampire after she infects one. She was pregnant, there was a child inside her belly, and if she would infect me, there was a chance the child would die. She always cried and shook her head as a response. "We will fight for it. No matter what," she always told me. "I would die for you. Forever."

If you are really a tough person, give in, and die with your wife and child. I surrendered to my plan of giving in and going back to being human. Think about the odds. I always thought about it. I said to myself I was tough and strong and I would fight no matter what just like what she said. But since I was afraid for their lives, I took the babe and ran away leaving Detina. You are not tough, I could almost hear her telling those words to me over and over again.

You are not tough. You are NEVER tough! Running and enduring the pain, I stopped. The voice inside me was maybe, conscience.

I gathered every material necessary for building a house. Whilst doing it, I helplessly missed Father. He was a carpenter. He made houses and I used to watch. I will give us a chance, Detina. Maybe you could find us.

I certainly accepted that she was possibly dead by now. Whether by childbirth or as the price. Just like what I said, I always thought about the odds. Whenever doing it, you must also accept it. I carved her name using a dagger on the wall. You will remain in my heart, Detina. Forever. I vowed that I would tell our child about you, and about her true entity. But for now, love, I'll make her a human first. I swore to her that I would do everything for our child's protection. And for her kind. 

Forever, Tina. Forever.