#masochisticvampire

      “Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?” ♥ 

masochistic-vampire

⦅⦅❅⦆⦆ He really wished he could’ve been allowed to pass along with his family. Even though only one of them had managed to escape, that’d been enough for him. To know that someone so important to him would be far from the hell he now lived in... it was better than nothing. Because now Mikaela wasn’t that mischievous little human boy he once was; no, instead he was one of them. Just another filthy bloodsucker, a disgusting creature that fed from people, that enslaved them under promises of protection.

The blond had to spend his days learning to supress the pain that overcame his body, the urge to pounce at other children and to take away their lives. It had been hard enough to live through the nightmares and the vivid memories; but apparently that torture hadn’t been enough. He’d found himself in a position where he’d have to drink blood from Krul Tepes, the vampire queen that had been responsible for the capture of his family. 

Although, perhaps the worst of all punishments had been that he’d have to see him on a daily basis. The vampire noble that had stripped him from all hope of a brighter future, Ferid Bathory, the seventh progenitor. Somehow he’d managed to avoid directly crossing paths with him, but a voice at the back of his head told him the other was always near.

The newborn vampire lived in fear of that encounter, though a part of him wished he now were strong enough to kill the other. Maybe if he found him, he could finally take-.

His train of thought was abrubtly interrupted as his eyes met the familiar figure. Without realizing what he was doing, he gasped and took a step back at the sight. He didn’t know how ready he was for it, but he knew he wanted to take revenge.