Redeeming The Cursed Vampire King

Last Original Bearer

KING ATTICUS SOYELLO

“Bring her to me!”

The command was simple. My voice was loud, clear, and piercing. It wouldn't be a surprise if any of the hunted humans began to faint.

I have seen it all before.

The loud fearful cries. The muffled whimpers from those that had decided to give up and accept the next phase of life– DEATH.

Some would fight until they died though.

I had seen it all and I was used to every action and reaction of humans. I would be a lousy hunter if I wasn't and after hunting humans for over two hundred years, something stood out to me for the first time.

Or should I have said "someone" instead of using something?

Whatever.

Humans would remain a thing of satisfaction of my kind anyway.

The hungry hunters grabbed the one human that stood out to me with the intoxicating scent of her blood. She smelled like nothing I had ever perceived in my entire years of living… and trust me, I had lived long enough to tell.

My throne room had never been filled with such an alluring scent. Never!

The closer she got to me, the more I found it hard to suppress my natural instinct to sink my sharp fangs into the neck of anyone with blood. The motionless and naked human bodies littering the bloodstained floor of my throne room would have been my run-to if I hadn't sucked their blood to the point where they lost consciousness.

They weren't dead… just unconscious and in recovering mode.

“What do we have here…”

I hissed with thirst. My fangs elongated and my eyes darkened as I pushed the conscious naked vampire women around my throne off me. They didn't have much importance right now… after all, I wasn't horny.

But I was as thirsty as a newly turned vampire.

And she wasn't even struggling to get away from the vampires, dragging her to me.

“We found her in the valley of hope, My King. She was unmissable.”

Kaden, my most trusted man, explained how he found the girl with the captivating scent and I had to agree, no vampire could have missed her.

She was pushed to the ground forcefully by my thirsty hunters who must be going crazy just by inhaling the scent of her blood… or was she affecting just me?

Of curse not. It was clear from the snarls and hisses coming from the hunters in my throne room. Even the ladies close to my throne couldn't stop themselves from desiring the sweet blood.

“What are you?”

I whispered, yet the ground vibrated in response to my thick archaic voice. The female shivered and refused to speak or look at me like she had done some minutes ago. She was kneeling by my throne. So close to me, yet she remained a mysterious piece.

“Rise and make use of your tongue, human.”

I didn't mean to sound scary, but I did. It was one of the many attributes I got as the King of the most ancient creatures… well except humans. They have been living for centuries before we came to be.

“Rise. Dammit!”

This time, those two words came out as harshly as they could and everyone in the throne room could feel the compelling effect of my suppressed rage. Trust me, I was suppressing my anger as the female disobeyed my order.

The cries became louder and I rolled my eyes. Humans can be so pathetic. It was a wonder that I was once one of them.

“When the King speaks, you obey!”

Kaden lashed out at her and started storming towards the scentful female. He was definitely intending to sniff life out of her.

However, before Kaden could reach her, I raised my hand, stopping him as I accessed the female. She was with me in my throne room but it seemed she was far away from the vicinity in her mind.

She has zoned out.

She was something to be sincere. No human has ever zoned out in my presence. Many had passed out but no one had ever been brave enough to leave their body with me and travel via thoughts.

“Interesting.”

I muttered, placing emphasis on each syllable of that word as I crouched before the brown-haired female, barely stopping myself from bending her neck and taking a mouthful of her mysteriously appealing blood.

“You shouldn't bend to her level, My King!”

Kaden exclaimed, but it was too late. I was already bent to the female's level and my finger reached for her chin after parting her long brown hair out of her face.

“Who is she?”

I asked myself. My question was answered when I lifted her chin and her face came into view. How is that possible?

Time froze. Everyone faded.

It was just me and the woman who looked so much like her- my one and only lover. Every voice, cry, and scent faded to the background as I was teleported back to the day when I was an emotional human boy.

And strange enough, this particular human was with me, running through the meadow of our town with me in the night.

It was her.

Eleanor.

How could that be?

It was the woman whose name I had banned for the past two hundred years. Her bright blue eyes stared back at me and her features were just as they were the last time she smiled and blinked at me with love…

However, I couldn't see love in those eyes. I couldn't let myself see love in the eyes that stared at me two hundred years after I killed her and sucked her dry…

I watched the essence of life leave those eyes centuries ago.

How could she be back with eyes full of life? And Fear.

“Are you alright, My King?”

Kaden questioned, snapping me out of the daze that Eleanor– I mean the human girl that looked like her.

This human couldn't be my Eleanor. Do I even have the right to claim Eleanor? I killed her. Even if she forgave me, I will never forgive myself.

I grabbed the human tightly, pulling her to her feet effortlessly as I rose, determined to push by the familiar emotion that threatened to be expressed.

“I am Atticus Soyello!”

I barked into the girl's face, holding her high above the ground. Her two feet were dangling in the air as she trashed against me for the first time since I touched her.

No one was allowed to make me, The Cursed Vampire King, emotional.

Emotions were forbidden, and so was everyone that made them happen. So yes, this breakable and pale human was forbidden.

Although I have made rules to preserve our food source, which included the ban against taking humans' lives while feeding on them, I will have to kill this one just like I killed her lookalike centuries ago.

Before I could stop myself, my strong grip moved from the female's arms to her neck. I didn't miss the redness my handprint had created on her white creamy skin, yet that didn't stop me from suffocating her.

“You a-are hur-hurting m-me.” She couched as her eyes dimmed. “Please…”

Her voice messed with my head. My ever-sharp sight also dimmed and I felt like the forces of the world were suffocating me. I struggled against the pain in my heart as the human tears trickled down her face onto my hand.

“Don't kill me… please…”

I didn't know when my hold loosened but she was able to speak audibly. She coughed hysterically as I threw her to the floor. Again, her words got to me.

Don't kill me… she had said.

Perhaps she is a reincarnation of Eleanor, sent to my path to unravel me.

To haunt me and ruin everything I stood for.

Eleanor was back to make me pay for killing her? If that was the case, she chose the wrong body and blood type. She wouldn't last a week in Nightwalkers Hills.

I wished she could vanish. I wish the hunters hadn't brought her to me. I wished they had killed her when they found her and shared her blood among themselves. I wished she would choke on her saliva as she coughed and died.

I wished for those because our love was cursed.

Whether she was Eleanor or not, our path was cursed. We should never have met… we should have been in two different worlds.

Despite my evil thoughts and desires, I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards the human. It wasn't rare for a vampire to feel attracted to the prey, but for me, Atticus Seyello, the last original bearer of the curse that was created centuries ago, the attraction was a taboo.

Yet it has happened.

Kaden signaled that he had something to say and I permitted him. He uttered, “My King. Should I begin the sharing process? The blood in her body is the kind we share to strengthen our bond–”

“I won’t be sharing this one, Kaden!”

I hissed furiously, shifting my burning gaze to Kaden. The emotion that settled within me at that moment wasn't new but it has become unfamiliar.

Jealousy…

The thought of having others taste the trembling female before me ignited a new emotion within me and I couldn't control it even though it was customary that I share special blood with the hunters and with my close subjects.

This was an exception even though I still didn't know what name the female answered.

Hopefully, her name wouldn't be Eleanor.

The need to protect her made me grunt, “This one is mine! You can go ahead and share the rest.”

No one dared to argue, but that didn't stop the air from carrying their disappointment to my nostrils.

“Remember the rules as you feed… protect our food source. Don't turn them and do not take their lives.”

I spelled out it but I doubted that I would be keeping my chosen food source alive for long.

“With the King’s permission, I choose her to be mine.”

Kaen was the highest-ranking male among the hunters, so he got to choose first and he laid his claim on a timid brunette. She would be an easy one for him to tame.

“Kaden, do me a favor.” I muttered with clenched fists as my gaze returned to Eleanor’s look alike.

“Your wish is my command, My King.” Kaden answered. From the corner of my sharp eyes, I saw him tilt his head respectfully.

“Remove her from sight and keep her locked up until I say otherwise.”

I announced the blue-eyed fate and turned away from her and Kaden. I turned my back to her and ceased breathing until I was certain she was no longer in my throne room. She had been dragged away…

Yet her essence remained imprinted in my memory.

The hunters might have brought home my nemesis.