#eggspeaks

Intoxicated humans never gives you the best blood. It’s not like Lewis hates it but he prefers his blood pure and sweet. Alcohol makes the blood taste bitter. It makes vampires drunk too which could be either an up or down side of it. At the moment, Lewis’ taking it a little bit on the up side. Arriving in Seoul made him want to get drunk. But not wasted. Just enough to feel warmth all over his cold skin and pretend like he’s warm like a human. Perhaps that is Lewis’ main reason why he went to that club in the first place. Thanks to his new prey that he found in that club, he could indulge himself. She still seem unconscious from drinking too much. A perfect candidate.

It was time for him to go back to Seoul. He hasn’t gone back there for a good 120 years. What is it about this place and people that Lewis is always drawn back to it whenever he thought he’s forgotten. Ah, but nothing matters anymore. Just like how nothing’s ever been the same. Because nothing’s the same it’s as though he has forgotten. But the memories are still clear.

Watching the island outside of his window, the plane took off beginning his dreaded journey to the mainland. Jeju-do has always been beautiful. At least that one remains. Even watching it from afar like this, it’s a masterpiece. People living i Jeju leads very peaceful and contented lives. He wonders if Catarina lived her life as such when he decided to banish and imprison the princess on the very island. Perhaps not if he can still remember the expressions on her face. But that’s only because he was around. Lewis only imagines her smile. How beautiful she must have been.

“T-t-the princess is...s..s g-g-g--go-gone, your majesty.” The terrified scholar informed again for the nth time by his orders.

“Tell me again, what did you say?” Hyeok insisted on having it repeated when he’s already heard it well. His fangs are already out  with his bloodshot eyes screaming murder. Before the scholar could even finish repeating the same sentence, the angered bloodthirsty creature already lunged at him.

Catarina can’t escape. He was just there and she was just staring at the sea. The sea. Did she really think she could escape? “Catarina!” Hyeok roared. He knows exactly where she’s gone. But how? It’s driving him crazy mad. Nobody was safe in front of him as he went straight to the beach. The beach in front of the palace he made built in Jeju-do just for Catarina. The same beach she was staring at earlier.

He did not notice a ship docked by the shore when he visited Catarina in her quarters earlier. Lo and behold was he deceived? How come he did not see this coming? A man with his own people protected the ship where Catarina is already boarded. A lover? How foolish of this man to defy his majesty. This only made Hyeok even more mad he basically just swooped through the ship owner’s men. All of them dropped dead.

“Bring forth my Queen back to me and I shall spare you.” Hyeok generously offered. But the man never gave her up. Instead, he unsheathed his sword and foolishly fought the vampire when the result is undoubtedly obvious. “Meaningless! Your war cry against me are is meaningless!” Hyeok once again roared. But despite the man’s futile efforts to fight his lover’s captor, Catarina still rushed to his aid and held him in her arms, crying.

Catarina never held Hyeok like that. Catarina never looked at him like that. Even her tears were different. Catarina never shed tears like that for Hyeoksoo. It was at that moment he realized he can never have her heart. This realization destroyed the the very little human aspect left in Hyeoksoo that all his reasoning disappeared.

"You seem rather forlorn, my dear princess." He said as he walked into the room where the princess with melancholic eyes is staring out her window. "The preparations for your coronation is going smoothly. It's best to face your citizens with a brighter expression on your lovely face."

She didn't budge from where she was staring. Her eyes were fixed at the horizon. "I want to go to the sea and never come back." She said.

His expression stiffened as he heard it. He held it in and closed his eyes for five seconds. He wanted to clench his fists but instead he grabs her hand and it made him calm down. "You're to be crowned Queen. You cannot leave this palace." He knelt down on one knee and planted a soft kiss on her hand. She looked down at him as he paid his respects. Not even a small gratitude was given back to him. This, he knows all too well. He'd always dismiss it every time. But maybe this time he could let just a wee bit of his temper to steam.

He gets back up on his two feet raising a brow proudly at the princess as she glared with nothing but feelings of disgust towards him. "Rebel as much as you want my dear Cat, but you will wear that crown and you won't be able to leave. It's only polite to accept a gift." He said.

"And if I refuse to be polite to a creature like you?" She shot back. It made him laugh. Her braveness and courage, he's always admired those. Behind those melancholic eyes of hers, a passionate fire burns.

He shook his head laughing. His anger just steadily still right at the rim before it overflows. "Oh my sweet... sweet Catarina you amuse me." He said with sinister in his voice and in a split second his eyes changed to red. He could see her flame waver as he let his fangs show. He took a step closer towards her and grabbed her by the waist, she didn't even struggle to get away. That's what he likes most. Sweet and lovely submissive princess Catarina.

He let his nose poke around the silhouette of of her neck, smelling the scent of the sweetest blood he's ever inhaled before, flowing through the veins just beneath her milky smooth skin. He's tempted to bite. Just a taste would do. But not today. No, not today. He reminded himself not knowing what would happen next.

Instead he wanders his fangs up to Catarina's ear and whispered, "You see... I cannot let you leave. You are too precious to me." He lets go of her and turned around to the door, leaving the princess frightened in tears. He shuts the door and locked her in securely before he could close his eyes.

And when he opened his eyes again, Lewis found himself staring at the ceiling. It was just another dream--or a nightmare. A memory. The last time he saw her face before--well, the next thing he remember was Catarina lying limply on his lap after he had sucked the blood out of her dry. It’s been centuries but the memory is still horrifyingly vivid. Even in his dreams.

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The sea was extra calm that day. No waves or wind to break the mast. The captain of the ship woke up in his cabin to seagulls squawking and the morning rays of the sun seeping through the curtains. The sun didn’t burn his skin but he still hated it all the same. With a groan, he got up and the first thing he picked up was his lighter and a stick of cigarette. This sailing trip cost him a year of his immortal life—just another year. Time never felt like gold to him.

He hated the sun so he didn’t want to go out just yet. Instead, he sat down on the floor as he lit up his cigarette. Where have the winds in his sail took him this time? He was too lazy to check just yet. But he did not need to look out the window to know either. He’s circled the world across oceans a million times in a thousand years. He knows where he is. He’s back at the same place. If he’d just look outside he’ll find to see the same harbor, the same shore, only time made it different. No matter what he does he always finds his way back here like how a 100 year old turtle finds her way back to the same island where she was born and lay her eggs there to begin a new cycle of life.