The Birth
It was funny how men sought after immortality. It drove them to insanity, and often, they did unspeakable acts just to attain it. Just watching them very nearly drove him to fury. Because if these men knew what immortality was truly like, would they seek it with so much fervor?
If they knew immortality was a burden and a wretched curse, would they lust after it like slobbering animals? If they knew the steep price for such a life, would they still want it?
He had been like them in the beginning; not hungering for immortality, per se. But he was after something too… Something he wanted so much that the wish surpassed even his own demise.
He was only after vengeance, and even when was murdered in cold blood by those whom he loved, his soul couldn't find peace — couldn't rest. When he had acquired the dark contract that insured him eternal life in this wretched world, he understood that there was no turning back — no room for regret to settle.
The sudden thirst that overcame him in his awakening into immortality had been sated in a three days' worth of feasting. The living inhabitants of the castle he had once called home fell at his hands one by one; embracing the death that he had brought. It was his revenge for his mother, whose life was cut short by the King's innumerable wives. It was the retribution for sweet Nunnally's untimely death at their unforgiving hands.
Watching them all cower in terror and spiral into madness after having watched him consume the blood of a living being was justice for burying him alive.
It had been their doing… It was their mistake.
The sickly Prince they had deemed worthless; the feeble boy they had denied of the right to truly live had laughed at them then. Because in that time around, he was to be feared, and rightfully so.
When the grand royal family ceased to exist, his appetite only grew. Eventually, he deviated away from the hold of the castle that had become his unconventional prison, and into the town where living breathing human beings lived blissfully unaware of the monster that came stalking through the streets in the dead of night.
Centuries of feeding off of the living like a leech. Generations of blood, terror, and death for the residents of the small town unfortunate enough to be situated at the foot of his cursed mountain. It had been glorious at first. But eventually, as he grew older and older, his own existence began to mean less and less…
The longer he lived, the more he realized how pitiful he was. What a poor excuse for such a handsome yet wretched creature.
So remarkable and dangerously enthralling on the outside… but rotted and falling apart to his very core. His was a soul whose eternal destiny was damnation — by the punishment of living on and on in isolation or by the after life's blazing flames, it didn't really matter.
He was just a walking corpse, after all — no matter how deceivingly beautiful his face was.
But that changed when he found her… when her existence and her bright light slowly filtered into his life, just like the piercing rays of the morning sun cutting through the thick canopy of trees. He was drawn to her — like a moth to an irresistible flame. But wasn't that only natural?
The darkness could get so thick and incredibly lonely. So, finding a light in the middle of it all was refreshing and comforting…
He had secretly watched over her as she developed into a lovely young lady. And though his sudden feelings and obsession for her were a tad too sudden, even he was powerless to stop the powerful emotion that gripped his unmoving heart. It had been so long ago that he almost couldn't remember what the strange emotion was. Because it was deeper than obsession. It was more powerful than blood lust. And it was more desirable than blood itself.
And so, for the first time in eight centuries, his unmoving heart felt a phantom beat again. For once in a long monotonous existence, he resigned himself to the role of, not a Prince of Death, but a love-stricken lad…
A/N: My explanation. 6 words: Vampire Lelouch is hot as balls.
That and this was a long-forgotten drabble I wrote probably a year ago. And tbh, I don't know where I'm going with this. So, let's say this little side project is a way for me to let off some steam that is unrelated to my two other multi-chapter stories here.
