Who Is The Oldest Vampire In True Blood の小説・ストーリー

“Knock, then go right in.” He did as instructed, and when he opened the door, he came face-to-face with three Councillors. The three he would have never wanted to meet as long as he was living. The vampire Andrei Dalca, one of the oldest vampires with his allure so strong that he automatically stepped back and tried to resist him even though the interview hadn’t started yet. The wolf, Alpha Diego Lupei, rumoured to be a demon wolf and many centuries old. And the witch, Iulia Luca, so powerful she was the only witch known to be truly immortal, rather than having just a prolonged lifespan like other witches. The Romanian branch of the Council. The most lethal.

I hoped she didn’t plan on drinking my blood anymore. “Are you sure you told her we were coming honey?” “Yes! How would she have agreed to it if I hadn’t?” She was talking to a woman. I guessed it was her mom. One of the first vampires. She must be really old. To be one of the first people turned… That's got to be over a thousand years ago.

"Yes, the king of vampires. The oldest vampire ever to walk the earth." Oldest vampire ever to walk the earth, did he fucking mean…. ‘Would that not mean the original vampire’ Set mind-linked me, ‘the one that Avo always said had been tricked.’ ‘It fucking looks like it.’ I mind-linked Set back, ‘We would need to ask Avo, he would know something about it for sure.’ I looked towards Avo as I tried to mind-link him, but Avo was too absorbed in his fucking thoughts to even bother. He truly seemed shocked and bothered by the whole revelation.

So much for not telling her, I guess. A flash of recognition flashed in her eyes for a moment, but then passed as Annabeth’s face went red with anger. “Is that the person you were out with last night? Doing your weird, sick, twisted Vampire nonsense? Does he drink blood too?” I brushed past her, but then turned around with a sick smirk on my lips. Why not let her have it now? “Yes. He does drink blood. Real human blood too, and the best part is, we’re immortal lovers. Oh, and get this, he’s over four-hundred years old!” I watched as my sister's face went from anger to sickness. And she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

Alex blabbered. "You really didn't know?" "Y...you must be wrong about this Your Highness. This can't be. I mean I know what happened about ten y..years ago." "I don't know what happened or why both of you were clueless about this but I know one thing. I'm not wrong about this. We vampires would know if one being is related to another. I am a few centuries old Royal Pure Blood hybrid, boy. I am very certain. She's your biological sister."

This might be sudden, but allow me to tell you the origins of vampires and the four oldest vampires that participated in World War 4. Vampires are an immortal race that survives by sucking and drinking blood as their food source. Currently, in the new era, vampires are no longer immortal, and they could no longer turn others into vampires. Only the four oldest vampires could turn normal people into vampires with the virus on their fangs. The first human to become a vampire happened on Year WV35, 2958 years ago— his name is known as Ambrogio. He received both blessings and curses from the celestial gods and became a vampire.

"I choose my family. I choose my mates. I choose my pack." "Then you have chosen to die," he said to her, his words heavy with a heartbreaking sorrow. "You have chosen to die with them. A beautiful, sentimental, senseless death." Suddenly, the door to the room burst open. There was a new figure, a tall, imposing one. He was older, his face etched with a millennium of pain and knowledge. His eyes blazed a burning, hypnotic red. He was the elder vampire. He was the one who had started the blood feud.

It would only put him out of commission even longer. Rushing at his master was foolish and he knew that, but he wasn't able to stop himself. The only thing that had run through his mind at the time was the prospect that he was going to take Charlotte away. His attempt had been pointless, even if he hadn't been healing from the stab wounds still, there was no way that he would have stood a chance against Rimidal. He was known as the first vampire, the oldest vampire to exist. There was no one that would be more powerful than him.

Before the politics and the crowns and the laws written to keep everyone exactly where they were put. We were just blood. Old blood. The kind that does not ask permission. Tyra looked up from the page. "Troy," she said. He looked at her. "She was a full vampire," she said. "Not half. Full blood. Original line." She held his gaze. "The oldest kind." Something moved through his expression. "Read that again," he said quietly. She read it again out loud. He was quiet for a long moment.

Since she said she’d known Jack since he was a young man newly made, it was clear she was at least eight-hundred years old. “I am five-thousand years old,” she boasted. “Five-thou…” I gaped. She threw her head back and cackled. “You thought I looked this old and gnarly when I was made, didn’t you?” she said. I nodded. “I’m the oldest known vampire to the kingdom. I was born vampire from a humanoid mother like you. These wrinkles are from thousands of years of living,” she explained softly. “Like I said, vampires live a long time.”