"My dearest love!" Agonizing pain wracked her stomach, causing her to double over in discomfort. The woman's voice echoed through the sterile walls of the delivery room as she cried out, "I'm about to give birth!"
The anticipation and excitement of the moment hung thick in the air as the medical team sprang into action, ready to assist in bringing new life into the world. Within the confines of the room, a group of nurses and doctors were present.
As the woman writhed in pain, her husband stood by her side, his face etched with worry. The doctor bustled about the room, preparing the necessary tools and supplies. Everything was in place, ready for the imminent arrival of the new life that was about to enter the world. The wife's grip on her husband's hands was firm, as if she was afraid to let go.
"I stand here, steadfast and unwavering, by your side, my love!" Her husband's words echoed in her mind, urging her on.
"You can do it," he said, his voice filled with unwavering confidence.
He had always been her biggest supporter, reminding her that a woman was just as capable as any man. A piercing scream escaped the woman's lips, her body writhing in agony as her stomach swelled with the imminent arrival of new life.
The man's perspiration was palpable, and it seemed to have spread to the nurses and doctors who were eagerly anticipating the child's arrival. The moment had finally arrived. The baby was making its way into the world.
"Be ready!" barked the Doctor, th=e rest of the group springing into action without hesitation.
The Doctor gently parted the woman's legs and positioned himself between them."Ahhh!" Once more, the woman let out a low, guttural moan.
The grip of her husband's hand was so tight that it felt as if it was almost crushed. Outside the hospital that night, the howling of dogs and the chirping of birds and other creatures seemed to foreshadow a horrific vision.
The looming presence of a colossal moon in the sky was an omen, a harbinger of some impending occurrence yet to be discovered. As the moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the world below, two events were about to unfold that would alter the course of fate.
In the stillness of the night, the air was thick with anticipation, as if the universe itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come. Little did anyone know, the events that were about to transpire would shake the very foundations of reality, leaving nothing untouched in their wake.
Little did anyone know that this very night would mark the beginning of a global uprising against those human in power.
"Our daughter is coming out!" As the woman's piercing screams echoed through the sterile delivery room, a cacophony of cries could be heard reverberating across the entire world.
The solitary entity multiplied, first into two, then into a group, until at last the three merged into a cohesive whole. As the little baby came into the world, so too did a formidable entity of shadow and malevolence.
As the night wore on, some were jolted awake from the depths of their slumber, while others made their way back to their abodes with hushed footsteps. The vampire sank their teeth into their victims' necks, drawing out their life force with each greedy suck.
Despite the valiant efforts of the people, their struggle proved to be in vain, for tonight a being of immense power will ascend to the throne of the entire world. Amidst the cacophony of echoing shouts that ensued, a distinct cry pierced through the chaos - it was the proclamation that the perpetrators of the heinous act were none other than the fanged creatures.
"We have instilled a sense of terror deep within the hearts of these individuals," he declared with a hint of satisfaction. "Give them the choice to give blood or be your loved one. Give them the choice between torture and eternal life.” A solitary silhouette stood tall, emanating an air of royalty as he oversaw his loyal followers.
His crimson orbs glimmered with an otherworldly radiance, and his grin sent shivers down everyone's spine. Yet, despite the unsettling nature of his expression, his allure was undeniable, surpassing even the most exquisite creations of the ancient deities. His heart lay still, devoid of any movement, and his nerves were equally lifeless.
Yet, amidst the stillness of his body, there was a singular thought that consumed his mind. He yearned to seize control of the world, not for his own selfish gain, but for the betterment of his people.
A profound yearning coursed through his veins, a primal urge that demanded to be sated. A longing for someone who was born tonight. Fate was the only thing standing between this creature and eternal pleasure.
Amidst the chaos that had befallen the human race, there was one undeniable truth that held steadfast: the tiny being that had just come into existence under the cover of nightfall would wield an immense influence over the governance of the creatures that roamed in the darkness.
The breadth of his kiss upon her nape was truly remarkable. Emaline Liliana let out a deep groan as she pulled the man's head closer to hers, deepening the kiss. As their lips met, a fiery passion ignited within her, spreading like wildfire through every inch of her being. Both of them were acutely conscious of their physical appearance. As the kiss traveled down Emaline's body, it finally reached her sensitive n*pples, causing her to release a sudden and ecstatic shriek. With a deep breath, she grasped onto the first stable object she could find, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Her hand darted forward, fingers curling around the man's neck. With a fierce determination, she tightened her grip, feeling the tendons in her arm strain with the effort. The darkness enveloped the room, rendering Emaline's face invisible to the man's eyes and Emaline being blind couldn't see the man's face who is pleasuring her. "Ohh..." The young woman's breath almost stopped as she gasped for
"Don't pay attention to them; act like you don't care that they exist." With a sneer of contempt, the king spat at his personal servant. He paid no heed to the incessant demands of human leaders. With the world under his command, he looked down upon the common folk as mere peasants in his newfound empire."Your Highness," the attendant spoke with a tremble in their voice, "they have made a threat. If we do not cease our actions, they will withhold their precious life-giving blood from us.The King raised an eyebrow when he was told that his attendant thought these humans were telling the truth."Horacio, did you bang your head on the palace wall?" A frigid breath escaped from the king's lips.Horacio, a man of unwavering loyalty to his sovereign, humbly lowered his head as a sign of reverence."Forgive me, Your Highness," he said with a bow. "I solemnly swear that I shall not trouble you with this matter again," Horacio said with a hint of remorse in his voice. The action elicited a s
The darkness of the night was accompanied by a biting cold that seemed to seep into every crevice. Emaline and her mother stood outside the house, checking the surroundings. The gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the distant chirping of insects filled the air. The moon was shining bright, casting a glow on their faces. They stood there in silence, taking in the beauty of the moment. She was a vulnerable creature, one who could not be left to her own without the watchful eye of a guardian. Having completed her meal, the lady stepped out into the crisp night air. The young woman harbored no grievances regarding their way of life or her present circumstances. She possessed no right to voice her complaints, her surroundings a mere lose to her unseeing eyes. She relied solely on her senses and the guidance of her parents. Emaline had always been aware of the fact that she had never come across someone who shared her age. It was a peculiar realization that
Emaline's hands flew to her mouth, stifling the gasp that threatened to escape. The young maiden's ears perked up at the sound of her father's enraged howls outside the confines of their abode. Her tears fell silently, like blood dripping from a fresh wound. She felt like the most insignificant fledgling, listening to her sire's torment. Her parents stood guard outside, shielding a kindred spirit like herself who was ill-equipped to endure this modern age. Emaline grasped and wandered, looking for the entrance. Even though she wanted to help, even though she was blind. The girl exerted her extraordinary power to pry open the lock as if it were a mere toy. Her eyes glistened with the crimson tears of sorrow. She trembled with fear, her heart pounding in her chest as she contemplated the fate that awaited not only herself but also her beloved parents. The unknown dangers lurking in the shadows of the night threatened to consume them all, leaving nothing but a trail of blood and despai
"Even if you were to murder me," she said with a steady gaze. "No matter what actions you take, your identity as a creature of terror and fear remains unaltered." Those were the precise words that Emaline managed to articulate.As the night wore on, it became increasingly clear that she was the most reviled individual in attendance. Her transgression? Inciting the wrath of a noble vampire who was merely carrying out the orders of their sovereign."Be quiet," he commanded sharply. The piercing cry of the vampire woman reverberated through the dense forest. The only activity that seemed to occupy the others was a boisterous bout of laughter."Release my daughter at once!" Had Victor not compelled himself to rise and come to his daughter's aid, the female vampire would have persisted in her actions.Victor, wounded and desperate, swung the shotgun with all his might at the female vampire, who had a tight grip on Emaline. Despite the force of the blow, the vampire refused to release her p
Emaline's tears flowed freely, not only in the waking world but also in the depths of her dreams. Her weeping was intense and unrelenting, a reflection of the deep emotions that stirred within her. As she stirred from her slumber, a sense of unease washed over her. Something was amiss. She reached out for her mother's comforting presence, but to her dismay, she found nothing. The absence of her mother's familiar aura left her feeling disoriented and vulnerable. "Mom?" she called out, her voice echoing through the empty halls of the house. Emaline found herself in an unfamiliar place, the floor beneath her sending shivers through her body with its icy chill. A pungent odor wafted up from her surroundings, assaulting her senses and leaving her feeling uneasy. Emaline's physical state was far from optimal, with her body feeling weak and unsteady. She refrained from sitting down, as the mere thought of it made her nauseous. The woman instinctively reached up to her forehead, feeling a
The King beheld his beloved as she sprang up from her stance. The manner in which she embraced and shielded herself from potential harm was quite apparent. With a tremble in her voice and a tight embrace around herself, she cried out, "Whoever you may be, I implore you to keep your distance!" The jaw of the king fell open in surprise. With his keen eye, the King beheld even the slightest wound to his beloved. The man's seething anger threatened to consume him, yet he fought to restrain himself from obliterating the confines of his cell. He made a valiant effort to draw near to his beloved, but she let out a piercing cry, much like the ones that had haunted her in her slumber. "I warned you to keep your distance! I'm not going down lightly, even if you want me dead." Once more, she let out a piercing yell. In the midst of the dimly lit cell, his majesty's keen eye caught sight of his beloved's countenance, wrought with fear. "I shall not cause you any harm," he whispered gently.
"Would her vision ever return? Her eyes were of no use to her, for she was blind." The King let out a deep sigh as he recalled the moment when he first noticed her countenance in their bond. Alas, he had failed to comprehend that she was bereft of sight. He held her hand tightly as she slept soundly in his bed. The bed was his, indeed. With a gentle touch, she carefully positioned her in his room, where she would now rest her head each night. "Your Majesty, you probably already know the answer to that question. The two of you share a deep connection," elucidated the royal physician, "and upon the union of His Majesty and the Queen, all of her afflictions and maladies shall be remedied." For generations, the Doctor has faithfully served the royal family, beginning with the King's father. However, there is a secret that few are aware of: the Doctor is a vampire. Despite his supernatural nature, he has proven to be a valuable asset to the monarchy, using his centuries of experience t