Story Of Vampire の小説・ストーリー

"There is only one of these in all the world, Shiryo-san. May I tell you a story?" "Of course," I replied, knowing he would even if I didn't want to hear it, but I totally did. "When the world began, vampires ruled." I nodded. That piece of information I already knew. "Ah, so you've seen the pictures then, heard the story?" Kenmei asked. "Yes. Professor Pops told me they lived before humans. I've seen the pictures. He told me how the vampire queen was the fairest, and about the war." "Excellent. Did he mention who the first vampire was?"

As she waited, she began to remember how all of this started. It all started with a raging headache on her wedding day, which led her to becoming the wedding day vampire, before she discovered a magical world she was now a part of, and her getting married to Derick, and finally conceiving baby Jennifer. How will this story end? Well, the real truth is that it never does, the life of a vampire is eternal and goes on forever. There is no end, but we can still allow a little pause. The End. Special note from the author:

It was the vampire they had been searching for. Amanda and Hannah were prepared to fight, but the vampire surprised them by speaking first. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant. "We just want to know about your origin," Amanda replied, trying to keep her voice steady. The vampire hesitated for a moment before speaking. "My name is Vincent. I was born in the 17th century in France. I was turned into a vampire by a powerful witch, and I've been alive ever since. But I've always kept to myself, staying away from humans and other vampires alike."

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

"Suck," he firmly ordered. She weakly mewled in reply but did as told nonetheless, her wet and warm tongue caressing his skin as she started to clumsily lick at his blood. It immediately made him hard again but he forced himself to ignore it, that ever-growing concern for her wellbeing much more pressing now. He cared now whether she lived or died. And it was so weird. He'd never done this before. Not even with Adelaide. Maybe that was why her demise had struck him so hard. He hadn't expected of her to ever die. Vampires had never-ending lives unless murdered through decapitation or the old-fashioned stake through the heart. And gods only passed on to their celestial cycle.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

A sin-eater is someone who eats flesh and drinks blood and infects. And the first vampire was born. He was Hector Battenberg. She found her in a abandoned graveyard when she was looking for the perfect person to do her bidding, dressed as a milk maiden, she had all the time in the world to roam the city of Sozopol without raising suspicion. A poor farmer who was grieving the death of her wife and infant son who died of a plague. But Persophone had to make a deal, the man’s approval of her demands in return of the lives of his loved one. It was important that he did it out of freewill and not forced. Even her father was aware of this law in Olympus. To seal the deal, it must be made out of fr

“See? He’s not dead – he’s just…gone.” “How long has he been like this?” “A thousand years, give or take a century.” “Is this how we all end up? Lifeless statues?” “No, he just couldn’t…well, I suppose, keep living anymore.” “Why did you bring me down here?” Rowan pulled two roughly made wooden chairs closer. “Sit down, Aster. I’m going to tell you the true story of the first vampires.”