Not in my Vampire Era!

Not in my Vampire Era!

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WITW Contest Entry - Prompt: Woke up in my own story. "Be careful what you wish for" Haven't I heard this phrase a million times? Wasn't it quite a cliché to wait for an admission letter to a magic school, wake up as a teenager and suddenly discover magical powers or have your life turned upside down upon finding out your true identity is of a royal descendant of a cute and mysterious country? We have all wanted to wake up as a character in the stories that enchanted us. We wanted so desperately to wake up in fictional stories and escape our reality. That's what I used to wish for as well, until I found myself waking up in one. I woke up in a story I wrote 15 years back, when I was a teenager. No, it wasn't a fanfiction; I was not cool enough to write one. I woke up in a story I wrote about vampires!
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#7 in vampire #1 in queen The world has gotten boring to him after living for many centuries, through many generations. He thought of it as a curse. His gift was anything but a gift, in his opinion. He loved killing people. He always has. He enjoyed seeing the life being drained out of them, quite literally. He always drank every last drop of their life essence, he didn't have mercy. Though he was the king there was something he could never have unlike others of his kind. A soulmate. He hadn't been turned or born from vampire parents. No, he was born a monster from human parents. The first of his kind. Why he was born like it, he didn't know. He didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted to die already, since he had no mate to look forward to. He lived because he couldn't die, at least not physically. He had no reason to live, but many reasons to die and even though he tried many times by many methods, none of them suceeded. He staked himself, on multiple occasions. It felt like a needle piercing his skin. He hung himself. He didn't die, but he hung there, very much conscious. He went on the gillotine. It made his body dissapear and reappear in the same spot he was born in. He took his heart out. He grew one back. He bled out. His blood regenerated. He used silver stakes. They burned his flesh. He overdosed. It did nothing since drugs, alcohol and other dangerous things do absolutely nothing to him, except get him under the influence to a certain level. But none of them filled the emptiness in his heart. He just needed her. But all he got were unimportant girls he used and forgot about. He never felt anything for them. He couldn't. But then on that day while he was walking around a small town's forest, he felt the emptiness slowly being filled up a bit. He stood there in shock. He couldn't believe it. He almost cried of happiness, right then and there. He had her. He had a mate. His mate. His one and only mate. His Queen.

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