Triana.Triana's heart thumped loudly. She felt a chill run from her back up to her neck.Stepping closer to Mr. Vlador, Triana looked around. "P-please allow me to at least be near you. It… won't attack you, right?""That never happened before," Vlador replied.Triana nodded. "Mr. Vlador, I promise to keep my life safe so that we both save,"The words Triana said made Vlador turn to her with a questioning look. Meanwhile, Triana only gave an awkward grin. It seemed he understood what she meant from her sentence. She just wanted to confirm to the vampire that their lives were linked, so whether he liked it or not, he had to protect her.However, Mr. Vlador did not show what Triana imagined. She thought he would say something in anger or at least give an expression of displeasure. However, his face and gestures made her clueless as to what was on his mind - even if there was.Suddenly, the vampire approached her, causing her to step back. He stared flatly at Triana and stopped when he
Triana.Once again, Triana looked forward and Mr. Vlador was still there, right in front of her."You… are not in the mirror," She uttered."By now, you should understand why you found no mirror in my castle. We don't appear in the mirror like you humans." Vlador explained.Then, Vlador turned Triana's body so she was facing the mirror again. He pushed her back gently until they were both standing very close to the mirror.Continuing to stare at the mirror, Triana felt like she was dreaming. She really just saw herself alone there - standing alone in this room as if no one was behind her. However, she could feel a hand touching her back and someone standing right behind her.So far, Triana had never discovered the fact that vampires could not appear in mirrors. In fact, she had read many books and heard stories from elders. This was surprising and interesting at the same time. But, above all of this, she was more surprised at the appearance of her face that did not change. She was a
Triana A brilliant smile graced those charcoal-black lips. Angular cheeks, a crooked nose, and a jutting-out chin elongated her wrinkled face. Her white-haired head was left uncovered by her worn-out hat this time, perhaps only to make her look more fearsome. Triana stood on the side of that messy, foul-smelling room. She was the opposite of the witch across from her. Her slender body, which was wrapped in an intricately embroidered dress, was emitting the scent of flowers and dried fruits. Her eyes reflected the bright spring sky, and her blonde hair represented the best-quality white wine. "Immortal beauty?" A laugh escaped the lips, encasing rows of sharp, rotten teeth. The shrill voice startled Triana from her focus on the condition of the dilapidated, tiny house. She was even certain her uncle's chicken coop on the farm was far better than this. Clasping her hands together, Triana nodded. "Yes, ma’am. Can you possibly do that?" "Your question belittles me, young lady. I am e
Triana. A horse-drawn carriage, accompanied by ten mounted guards, rode along the road that cut through the forest of death. Inside the creaking and vigorously shaking carriage, a girl with skin as fair as a snowfield under the morning sun kept peeking out of the window, only to gulp down for the umpteenth time. Since birth, Triana had always been under the comfortable protection of her parents. Castles, palaces, and other beautiful buildings were places she could visit. Neatly paved roads were what her soft feet could tread upon. She was never even allowed to leave her castle after five in the evening, when the sky darkened. But now, Triana sat alone in a horse-drawn carriage, riding along a rocky and muddy road that cut through the most feared forest in Galvadea, the Forest of Death. An invitation from the king required her mother to accompany her father to the palace as a form of respect. Additionally, visiting the witch to request eternal beauty was a secret between Triana and
Triana. Triana could hear the pounding of her own heart. Without her consent, her eyes rolled to the side to avoid the gaze of the skull-like vampire. 'Oh, God! I've never lied in my entire life! I truly apologize!' She cried inside. Occasionally, Triana glanced at Vlador's face. She couldn't read the expression of the vampire—not because of his coldness, but because a skull had no facial muscles to express. Even his lips didn't move when he spoke. He simply opened his mouth, and words magically came out past his rows of teeth. The silence made Triana's skin crawl even more. She didn't know what Vlador was thinking. Could the vampire be suspicious of her? Well, who wouldn't be? Triana was foolish enough to say that the potion would make him young again. The story of the disappearance of the vampire race had been passed down through generations. Vampires were annihilated after warring with humans, who were aided by witches. In other words, witches and vampires were archenemies. I
TrianaThe vampire didn't lie. Triana had never felt stabbed with a knife, but now she was sure she didn't have to experience it beforehand to know how it felt. The burning sensation, stinging, and throbbing pain made Triana wince. Her hands gripped the shoulders of the vampire, who was clinging to her neck, only to feel as if she was gripping a hard bone wrapped in cloth. When the sharp fangs managed to dig deeper into Triana's veins, The Vampire let go of his fangs and began sucking blood from the two deep holes that formed. When there was nothing else clogging the holes, fresh blood flowed out like a leaking pipe. However, the severe pain that Triana felt surprisingly got better. Triana thought her suffering was over. Before, she had heard that it would last for a few minutes, but it seemed that it would only last for a few seconds. But her thoughts were too positive. A soft and wet object that brushed against her open wounds made her jump in surprise at the stinging sensation
TrianaJust like Triana, Vlador's entire body also glowed green and had just been extinguished. Unexpectedly, the magic that had worked for Triana, worked in tandem with the vampire in front of her. It should be a natural thing, since giving Dracount a potion to drink was indeed a requirement of the witch. However, didn't the witch say that her potion would make the vampire who drank it feel burned inside for three days? The explanation from the witch was far different from what was happening now. Vlador looked at his hands which were no longer tied in chains. "My powers… they are back," he muttered. When the vampire rose to his feet, all of Triana's guards immediately readied their swords. "My lady! We have to go now!" The head of the guard group grabbed Triana's upper arm. Awakened from her shock, Triana quickly stood up, slightly wobbly because losing a lot of blood made her dizzy and weak. She was immediately led by her guard towards the exit from the room. However, a stron
TrianaThat vampire… He was now looking muscular and fresh. His thick, black hair that combed back with the thin strands framing his face, down to his cheekbones did look charming. However, that didn't erase the fact that he was a monster who would kill Triana at any minute."Your blood..."The vampire's voice made Triana nauseous and her eyes trembled even more. Her knees shook as the vampire took the first steps toward her."I can smell it. Even, from the most hidden place though. It smelled so good - Was the best blood that ever ran down my throat,""No…" Triana shook her head, thinking of backing away only to slam her back against the strong body of the tall horse behind her."Say your goodbyes to this world, for soon you will be the fuse of leaves in late autumn," Vlador said as he dropped the body of the guard from his grip.In the blink of an eye, the vampire sped towards her and was caught like a shadow in Triana's eyes. When she realized, she was already sitting on the ground