Blood Bank

Blood Bank

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What makes a 'good' person? Better yet, what makes a 'good' vampire? Riley used to be a good person, studied medicine at a young age and vowed to help as many people as he could. He was the golden boy of the Renaissance era, the 'light' among many dark days. Riley was meant for something better, until he stumbled upon Likhiam. "If there was an award for self control, I'd be a gold medalist. Self control is my greatest strength. It wasn't always the case though. I used to be the impending predator. I was death, personified, the oncoming storm. Yet, my conscious caught up to me, after a couple years of terrorizing the streets. Once I realized everything I had done, I tried to kill myself. Time after time, I tried, but it never worked. Nothing ever worked. It wasn't until 'the accident' that I quit trying to kill myself, I realized that my blood could save people. And so I've spent almost 400 years doing just that." He is a 'God' among men, and has spent his whole existence trying to fix all the wrong he has put out into the world. He has avoided the people most who want him dead and managed to save as many people as he could. But, could this large platform, he has worked so hard to stay on, be brought down by the chance meeting of one strange girl? As Riley says, 'I help people, it's what I do.' Even when that 'person' is your own magically built predator.
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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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