Julietʼs Fangs
Gabriel
I always knew that I had to rule.
It was written in my blood, as well as my father’s. And my great grandfather. For centuries, my family has been responsible for the monarchy of vampires.
Our powers allowed us to drink human blood and then eliminate that memory. In fact, at the time of biting them, we could see some memories of that human. The most relevant of their life. Humans would only wake up the next day in their bed, with a mosquito bite on their neck, not remembering and without even suspecting anything.
Although of course, exceptions existed. Wolves had their mates, the sorcerers their connections, and even the sirens had their other half. We were not different, not at all. For each existing vampire, there was a special blood. The donor with only a drop of blood that could keep us active and strong for weeks.
In most cases, those people became a couple of vampires. However, not in my family. The lineage should remain pure, so even if I managed to find my donor, as we used to call them, I could only keep it as a lover.
Did I want to be a monarch vampire?
Of course not.
Did I have another option?
Of course not.
I should not worry about getting my donor, because the statistics of finding them were so small, that even some vampires believed that it was a myth.
The only way to find that special blood was drinking from it.
And it was impossible to try the blood of all the humans of the world.
So many didn’t bother looking for it. Me included.
However, I did not expect to meet her in a somewhat peculiar situation.
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