章 9: Chapter 8: LUCIEN
He'd waited too long to find her and by the time he did the madness was upon him and he ended up killing her by mistake when she resisted him. We've never been a good mix her kind and mine for all the reasons I've already mentioned. Why would they do this? Hadn't they learned the last time?
It had caused a rift between our people that still lasted to this day. Not that there had been any love lost between the two factions before. We've always been at odds with each other. It's the reason my ancestor's intended had resisted him, out of fear.
Not because she did not want him, which no one will ever know, but because among the fae, vampyre are reviled and looked down upon as something dark and evil. While they themselves are of the light. It is true that my people didn't have the most enviable of beginnings.
No one really knows how we came to be in fact. But the prospects are not good. We know that we were made from another race of people that had existed before time begun, but how or why is still up for debate. Our true ancestry goes back way longer than we have been, but those records are lost to us.
My people came into public awareness for the first time sometime back in the beginning of the relatively new Babylonian empire, before that we'd remained hidden in plain sight for millennia. Some nosy ass human had seen one of us in our true form quite by accident as the story goes and the myths and legends begun.
But not even they can recount the true story of how we came to be. There are legends of course, everyone has those. But even in our most ancient writings there is a cloud of secrecy surrounding our very beginnings.
Some say the first of us was born from the mating of an angel and a human woman. Still others say it was an angel not of the light, but of the dark one. There might be a bit of truth in both tales.
Some of us are darker than others. I happen to fall somewhere in the middle. My family is one of the most ancient of our kind. Pure of line. We've never mixed with anything other than our own. Over the centuries that purity has gained us more strength, making us the noble house not only by blood, but also by our powers.
My ancestor and hers would've been the first bond of our kinds to intermarry. Something that had been frowned upon at the time. But for my ancestor there had been no choice.
Once the call of your mate is heard, it matters not who she or he may be, you must answer or suffer a fate worse than death, or even death itself.
After she'd died at his hands, her people had called for his head. The mythical ones who live on the outskirts of humanity had gathered together and decided that he should be destroyed.
The animosity between the different factions had been festering for some time before then. But as long as we stayed out of each other's way, there was never anything more than a few skirmishes here and there.
That little episode had taken things to a whole new level and it was now everyone else against the vampyre. Most of them stay out of our way though because they know, in this fight, they're bound to lose.
The wolves are still pains in the ass from time to time and every once in a while they'd get a wild hair and start some shit that they never win. It's amazing to me that they're so much more readily accepted than us. Not that me and mine give a fuck. We haven't suffered any major loss for lack of their friendships. Fuck 'em.
We can hold our own. We've been kicking all their asses since forever, no wonder they were always looking for excuses to get rid of us. They hate the fact that their little get-togethers where they come up with schemes to outdo us never come to anything, we always crash their shit and put the fear of Zeus in their asses, which only makes them even madder at us.
So when my uncle who was very powerful in his own right had fucked up, they'd seen that as a way to finally bring us to our knees. Too bad for them we're a clannish bunch and it's not that easy to kill off one of us no matter what the fuck he'd done.
And in the situation where it was out of his control it would've been like putting down an animal for being an animal. Like at the human zoos when someone fucks with the animal and the beast retaliates, they kill the damn beast. Ass backward ingrates.
My uncle still lives to this day, though in hiding. A mere shell of the being he once was. With his mate destroyed death would've been merciful. But his brother, my father refused to put his own brother to death.
Instead he has been kept alive these past three hundred thousand years with very special care that keeps him from going berserk again. He's been quite well for some time now since the whole ordeal, but his guilt at what he'd done all those many years ago would not allow him to face the world.
He cannot accept that it was not his fault, that the sickness controlled his mind and caused him to feed too deeply of her until she'd been drained.
As a pure nymph, unlike one of us, she wasn't able to withstand it and had expired. Thankfully no other vampyre had suffered the misfortune of being mated with one such as she again over all millennia. Until this bullshit!
-- 贈り物
が届きました 
-- 推薦
ランキング 
-- 推薦
チケット