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It was twenty-fifth of July that you saw him.
He was alone, sitting forlornly on one of the park’s swing, shoulder hunched and trembling, quiet sobs rocked his figure as you wonder to yourself;
What was a human youngling doing here, at this time of the night? Where murder was more likely to happen to any lone human than those who spent their time vainly in one of those wretched night clubs?
Against your better judgement, you slowly removed yourself from the protection of the shadowed building, approaching the lone figure without trying to disguise your footsteps, as you often do when you were hunting for prey.
But, you weren’t hungry, were you? There’s no need to be stealthy when you wanted to gain their attention, not when you wanted someone to look at you and not flee.
“What are you doing here at this hour?” You asks him, and you saw how he flinched – as if stung. You watched as he wiped his face with the cuff of his sleeve, trying to make himself presentable in front of a monster like you. What did you do to deserve this, huh? From the very species you hunted nightly to sate your thirst? Despicable.
He lifts his head, and you felt the breath leave your lungs in a breathless exhale.
He was plain. He was beautiful. There’s no word to describe the contradiction that was the man in front of you.
His eyes were the brightest shade of gold, even with the minimum lightning – you can see better than most creature alive – framed with dark eyelashes damp with tears. His lids were red and puffy, but it didn’t make him look childish. It only enhance innocence you felt from this creature.
You shouldn’t be here, in his presence. You will only taint him with the pungent blood lingering on your being–
“Um… I have nowhere else to go...” He replied, dejected.
And you think; who dared to leave such an innocent, pure creature out here, alone, where monsters like you prowls the night?
“Has anyone told you it’s dangerous to wander at night?” You asked him, voice dropping slightly in warning, and the man trembles – oh, you didn’t mean to do that, did you? Now he’s afraid of you, and that was how it was supposed to be, isn’t it? He should be afraid. But, you knew you didn’t want him to be afraid. You are dangerous, in the same breadth you choose not to be. You shouldn’t be tempting fate, you should not want this man.
“Rachel didn’t tell me much of anything…” Even his voice was pleasant in your ears. You want to record it on your pocket and replay it over and over again, until you’re sick of the repetitive lull of sadness in his voice – you should do something to alleviate his mood, anything, maybe even hunt this ‘Rachel’ person for abandoning him in such place alone, where he could’ve been hurt.
You wanted him near. You wanted him far. You’re a possessive creature. You can’t be ignoring your monstrous instinct. You should take him home with you, to your nest, to the safety of your clan where you can ensure his continued being.
You shouldn’t want this, you’ll eat him eventually, like you always do. You can’t fight the urge, even if you’ve lived this long. That’s not how the curse work, and you’re forever stuck in this predicament, with no way out.
But what if he’s the way out? The curse could only be broken by the blood of the angels, the royals who had ascended the tower and unlocks its hidden secret, and this being in front of you radiated such purity you’re almost sure he was the key.
Take him. No, you shouldn’t. Humans aren’t food. They’re creatures with their wants and ideals and dreams and they provide the substance you need to survive–!
You’re hungry.
His presence is making you hungry.
You should stop, don’t do this. You can’t do this.
But you’re so hungry!
You growled, and he stumbled back in fear.
He’s scared. Oh, so scared. But, he shouldn’t be scared. You’re not here to hurt him. You’re here to help him find somewhere to stay. Even if you haven’t told him anything about you.
It won’t be a problem if you don’t tell him. No. As long as he’s not conscious. Yes, you can make him lose consciousness. You can make him sleep, and you should do it before he realize what you intend to do.
You jumped him, straddling him on the dirt where his hair almost blend in the background.
You didn’t pay attention to anything but the pulse on his neck. The smell of his flesh and the sweet, saccharine scent of his blood.
Before you know it, you’ve dove down to lap on his exposed jugular. He squeaked in fear, and you inhaled his scent, memorized it, imprints it to your very DNA because when will you get another chance to feast, as this one?
You bit him with your sharp fangs, your ears deaf to his screams as blood exploded into your mouth.
It was warm. It was metallic. It was appetizing. It was sweet. It was poison and it was everything you’ve ever wanted.
You were so absorbed in your thirst that you didn’t notice the hand caressing your head in a gentle manner. Soft and loving. Endeared.
You didn’t notice the change in his appearance as his hair grew impossibly long, almost as long as your white tresses, splayed on the dirt like halo of dark hair against pale skin.
You didn’t notice the unearthly glow on his eyes, the gold almost overtaken by red, his pupils stretching to slits as he took the sight of your unsightly appearance.
“That’s enough, Hoaqin.” He admonishes gently, pushing your face away from his bleeding neck. No, you don’t want to waste such precious blood, you should lap at it, clean it up like you always do to the others.
The rip on his jugular should not have stitched itself right before your eyes. It shouldn’t be, humans does not have the ability of fast recovery!
Unless he was–!
“It has been a long time… since I last awake.” He says, and the smile on his lips were small, fond, wry.
He’s dangerous. More so than you are.
You jumped back, far, far away. Away from the aura this… darkness. You can’t exactly tell what he was.
He was more of a monster than you are.
“How did you know that name?” You demanded. It was so long ago, in the tens of thousands of years ago, since you were called by your true name. No one but the Ten Family heads know you by that name.
You’ve changed your name to White after you devoured your siblings, remember?
“People call me Jyu Viole Grace, once.” The angel-faced monster said. No, he shouldn’t have been called that, he’s too beautiful to be compared to a monster like he is.
He’s dangerous. He’s powerful. More powerful than anyone you’ve ever met.
And yet…
“You didn’t remember, did you?” He asks, you don’t know where this feeling came from. It blossoms on your chest. It twisted your heart like a dull knife.
Your body knew him. Maybe. Yet you didn’t recall anything. Nothing in your memory depict such a beautiful yet dangerous being.
Yet the scent of his blood feels familiar, the taste of it like electricity in your vein.
“No matter.” He brushes off the dirt from his clothes, from his long hair strewn wildly around him. Righted his collar where you almost ripped it apart in your hunger.
You were hungry. It wasn’t your fault you weren’t thinking straight.
“When you’re back, Hoaqin. Tell FUG that their queen of the night has bloomed.”
He didn’t look back once, as white fairy wings formed on his back. It flapped once, and he flew up in one powerful thrust.
You didn’t know what you’ve awoken. Even when you explained, in detail, the event that took place at the lone, empty park in the middle of the night.
You were told you had awoken the Prince. And you didn’t know why that name made you shiver in fear.