Author Notes:

Merry Christmas! HO HO HO...

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This is not your typical story...

Here this is the actual teaser:

He was the knight of the chosen but he failed in his duty which led to the punishment of death that wasn't bestowed on him but to his beloved. He was subjected to centuries of rest until history itself had forgotten he existed. One fateful night, he was accidentally woken up. He walked to the new world and who knows who he met...

the person behind his suffering and for the death of his beloved. Would he even the score between them or will he finally do his duty once and for all...

After all...it's a blood bound promise...

(Sorry if the teaser sucks... )

Blood bound Promise

Prologue

The crowd's silence was deafening as a young man was brought to the middle of the hall by two guards. His mask was shattered, revealing one blue eye that was clouded with guilt and regret. Twelve pairs of bloody red eyes appeared in front of him with no emotion at all.

The two guards from before started lighting the torch in the wall and soon, the twelve pairs of red eyes were revealed to be those of men dressed in midnight black robes. They were all exuding a great amount of power and authority that the silence deafened enough to hear a heartbeat in the hall, if there would be any when they were all immortals...

"Rise O shameful Knight." A man from the council ordered and immediately, the crowd's whispers filled the tense atmosphere. "SILENCE!" the man roared with tremendous force which was more than enough to make the crowd keep quiet.

The young man limply stood up. He was weak from hunger and depression that his once toned body received a huge blow. His deep blue eyes lost some shade of its natural color, leaving it dull and lifeless. He couldn't even stand straight on his feet but he managed, yet his shameful eyes refused to meet the council's steady gaze.

"You have made an unforgivable sin that couldn't even be redeemed by your death. " Another man from the council said harshly, his jaw clenched though apart from that, his eyes remained nonchalant and void of any emotion.

The young man flinched with his words and he bowed down, hiding his look of anguish.

"That's true. Even if we kill you, what you lost could never be taken back." The man who first spoke before, said with a nod.

"It's a pity, you're the most honourable knight, yet you've failed on your duty." Another man said.

"Yes. You can almost fit for a king."

"And you can be"

At those words, the young man looked up with a determined look on his handsome face. "I refuse." He said slowly and clearly, enough for the whole crowd to hear. The council shook their heads and looked at him with incredulity.

"You refuse? Is this about that girl?" The head of the council asked with an eyebrow raised at him. The young man averted his gaze which also answered the council's question.

"Very well. Bring the girl in." The man ordered and soon enough, a young lady with dark blue hair that framed her face was carried in the room like a prisoner. She was covered in chains and her mouth was covered with a filthy white cloth. Her beautiful face was stained with tears and she looked weary and in pain.

The young man quickly walked towards her but the guards stopped him and he could only meet her pained gaze and feel it coursing in his veins. He turned to the council and pleaded. "Please release her."

"We accept bargains, knight. We release her and you'll be king. Aside from that, you should not ever see her again!"

The young man was speechless; his gaze was confused as he let it slid to his beloved then to the council and back to the girl. He looked at her helplessly asking what she wanted.

The girl smiled and mouthed a silent 'no'. The young man's fist clenched, his mind was being ripped apart as well as his well-being. He met her gaze and saw her voiceless summon. She doesn't want him to be king if it will only mean they couldn't love each other and neither could he. It was pure love they share. A love that has brought this situation upon them.

"No." He said to the council and once again, silence fell on them but with deadly meaning to it. He could smell death but he refused to accept what was about to come.

"Very well. You, O honourable knight of the chosen is punished to be put to rest for as long as it takes for history to forget about your existence and your shameful failure that has brought the fall of our race." After that, the young man was quickly grabbed by the guards and he was tugged away to the door, where his punishment lies.

"No!" Using all his strength left, he broke free and tried to run towards the girl who was looking back at him in the brink of tears, but his attempt was useless, he wasn't even a feet near her when he was grabbed by his shoulder with one of the guards.

While this was happening, the council started giving their punishment to the girl.

"You, whose beauty had cast a curse to our race and whose seduction had blinded the knight of the chosen, we the council is punishing you of death."

The young man who was currently struggling to break free froze. He looked at the girl who had her eyes closed and tears streaming down her face.

"NO!" He struggled even harder but his strength wasn't enough, the guards started tugging him harder towards the door.

He was holding his breath as he watch the two guards started to remove the chains that bound her legs and hands. He sweated profusely, unable to find his voice. He turned to look at the council and was not surprise to see one man, watching him intently. They were controlling him, which explains why he can't summon even his littlest strength to struggle free, why he can't plead to kill his self instead of her and why he can't say her name for one last time. Tears started to pool in his eyes, blinding him as he saw a man draw a spear from his hip.

The crowd burst into excited screams and whistles of satisfaction filled the hall. They want them punished...

He watched as the man pierced her heart with one thrust and she fell limply on the floor, her blood staining her white cotton dress. He cried in anguish and watched as the people started to sit back and just plainly looked at her. He watched while he was continuously dragged by the guards. It was all he could do...to watch and die inside...

Present Day

~December 27, 2011~

"Have mercy on me. Please, I'll do anything. Just don't kill me. I beg you." A girl pleaded. Her blonde hair was undone, tears were streaming down her face, her shirt was ripped that it showed a considerable amount of flesh for someone to see. Her white skirt was stained with mud and was hitched up to her hips, revealing her lower body which was stained with blood.

The man who was standing in front of her smirked and zip up his jeans with a pitying sigh. He grabbed his t-shirt which was carelessly thrown in some random tombstone. Once he was done, he looked down at the girl and shook his head.

"What could you possibly give me that I haven't taken yet?" He mocked and harshly grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her up. The woman screamed in mixed fear and pain. Tears started pooling in her large brown eyes which were silently pleading for freedom.

"Tsk...Tsk...Sorry babe, but I don't have any more use for you or your hot body..." he whistled as he's fingers lingered on the outline of breast. Without a word, he bent down to place a soft kiss on each breast and grin. "Tonight is special but.." he wagged his finger and trailed it on her bare shoulder, down to her arm, to her torso and lower, but his merciless gray eyes watched her raging emotions change from shocked to fear then pain.

The girl flinched and bit her lip to stifle a cry of agony. "There, there, don't be afraid to get loud. No one could hear as but the dead." The man whispered in her ear and snickered as he continued to assault her with his sinful fingers.

The girl sobbed loudly, any hope draining away from her. She will be killed by this psycho and will be tossed to the unsolved cases for murders. She cried harder realizing there's nothing she could do.

"Now...for the record, you actually live until midnight." He said looking down at his watch. "The others didn't live long because they're all so boring. You're exceptional. What's your name again?" he asked and frowned, thinking for an answer then gradually turning to her in question.

"Asshole!" the girl spat the word with deadly venom and spit right in his face. The man's eyes suddenly darkened with rage, his jaws clenched and his hands turned harsher than before.

"You whore!" he screamed and pulled out a knife from his pocket and stabbed the girl in her chest. Blood gushed out from the wound as the girl fell limply on the ground, her eyes huge from shock. The man shook his head and then started laughing maniacally. He stared at the blood gleaming in his knife and grin wickedly.

He kicked the lifeless body and spit on it before walking away, not bothering to turn around.

Blood continued to flow from the wound; it quickly spread on the soil and into a small hole in the ground. The blood continued flowing, until a huge amount of it entered the small hole. Down and down it go the length of the tunnel, into a grave deep down where a body of an immortal lies...

It spluttered in his face, to his closed eyes then to his red lips and finally to his mouth. Silence surrounded the cemetery. No sound was heard but the rustling of the leaves of the elm trees and then...

Something creaked and the lock dropped down from the rusty gate not a foot away from the girl's body. Silence surrounded again then faintly came the sound of heavy footsteps. The moon, as if welcoming who's about to come, shone a silvery light to the gate. Seconds ticked by and finally, the being stepped in the moonlight. He flexed his shoulders and sighed, looking at the body in front of him.

"Human, I'm not thankful for your blood but anyway, I appreciated its sweet taste. I'll bring you justice. Rest in peace" he said in a gruff voice probably from laying in a tomb for years or even centuries...

He took the body in his arms and closed the girl's eyes. He traced down his step from where he'd come and disappeared behind the gates. Not a second passed by and he was out again, with his mask on hand. He winced at the sight of his cape drench in blood and then at his old clothing.

"Guess, I need to go...shopping?" he said incredulously. The girl's vocabulary was his now that he had her blood as well as her memories. It's the year 2011 and he's going to play knight again...the shameful knight...

Author Notes:

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