It turned out that Memória was right. There was a sweet fragrance wafting out between the aura pressure. And I seem to know where the scent is coming from. "Don't lose your guard, Claude." Suddenly Alucard was behind me. His fingers caressed my chin. The sharp nails slowly felt on my skin. Unlucky! I lost focus due to the sweet smell wafting out. “Hi, hi. Alucard's movements were so fast. You didn't even notice he was behind you,” said Memória, still hiding his form. The red moonlight shone through the window behind the throne. The mosaic window with colorful glass shows the story of the ancestral vampire figures of Alucard's ancestors. Yes, unofficially all vampire races think that Alucard is their king. Even though I know that Alucard doesn't like that assumption. "You know, Claude. I'm curious as to why you betrayed us. After all, I helped you from the Marquise's torment. Even helped you get rid of the excruciating pain of losing Elizabeth," whispered Alucard in my ear. This
I who curled up feeling tormented with bad memories of Elizabeth over and over again, began to be considered crazy. Every night I wail in regret for Elizabeth's grisly death. Even in every corner I feel I always see the figure of Elizabeth. I never sleep. The same dream that happened when Elizabeth died forced me to hurt myself every time I fell asleep. I thrust the nail I took from the dungeon wall. Every night I do it until there are many wounds in several points of my body. Until one night when I was wailing lamenting Elizabeth's death, a tall man approached me, his face was blurry because the effect of the potion in my body made my vision blurry. What amazed me was that he bypassed the guard with ease, then pierced through the iron prison bars without opening the door first. "Apparently your roar is always heard every time I pass through this palace." The figure of the man squatted in front of me who was lying helpless. Who is he? "You can smell the potion used to drive someo
Alucard has always been like that. Nothing is free for him. He offered information about Elizabeth, in exchange for curse information from Memória. I was stunned for a moment to weigh. “Wow, interesting. This is interesting,” said Memória. His voice came back but he still didn't show his form. I wonder if Alucard knows the whereabouts of Memória who came with me? "He won't know. Never mind me, only you know Morte, Claude," Memória assured me. So in other words I can expose the curse of Memória? Wouldn't it be risky? "Just tell me. Take the risk. Don't you need information about Elizabeth?" asked Memória. Alright, I'll take any risks later. For now I need Elizabeth's information. What had happened after his death. “If you are serious I will tell you something Memória has done to me. However, I need reassurance of the veracity of your information.” I made sure that what Alucard said was the truth. I don't want a lie that used to be behind my betrayal of Alucard. "Ha, ha. Appare
The full moon shone perfectly behind the leaves of the trees in the dark forest. A ray of light peeking out from between the leaves shone on me who was lying resignedly on the ground with a hole in my chest. The hole in the heart was pierced by a silver peg made by a priest from Galatea. Yes, my fate will end that day after centuries I preyed on humans to suck their blood.Greed is the most terrible lust. In order to satisfy my desire, I slaughtered all the humans that inhabited a village. I killed all the inhabitants of the village one by one, regardless of whether it was children, adults or even the elderly, I slaughtered them all. The endless thirst in my throat made the sense of humanity that I had lost. Oh, forgot. I really don't have any sense of humanity because I'm not human anymore, but bloodthirsty monsters they call vampires.Until a priest managed to trap and stab a silver stake right in my heart. I was helpless under the moonlight, waiting for death to pick me up. However
Ah, damn that Memória. It's true that preying on memories has a surprise in it. Beginning to become a predator of memories, I met a woman from a village near a dark forest. The sweet scent of her body was so obvious, that without warning I grabbed the girl's tiny body and then I fiercely bit her neck. Blood spurted as the fangs pierced the skin of the woman's neck. The woman's body wriggled. However, a few moments later his body weakened. Her screams were muffled by the stab of my fangs in her veins. Strange, I was only able to suck a little blood from the woman's neck. The blood that just came out of the fangs was sweet, but I could only suck out the initial blood because the next blood didn't taste sweet anymore, instead it was very fishy. I vomited a second stream of blood. It feels really sickening. The woman's body slipped from my embrace. Then a chuckle came from a cloaked figure wearing a hood. I turned to the person who was laughing at me. He hovered behind me."Shit! Why is
That afternoon I watched my potential victim. Ah, are they really my victims? In fact, all this time I was the victim who was tormented by the memories of the humans whose blood I sucked. Okay, I'll change the name to potential prey. Ha, ha, just the same. I watched a woman I guess was about 25 years old. Her name is Kartika, according to the name tag attached to her left chest. At that time, I was in an island nation. To be precise, I was in the capital, Jakarta. Kartika is a receptionist at a hotel in Jakarta. The exotic-skinned woman with a sweet face was friendly to greet the guests. The smile never left his lips. However, the sweet smell of blood from the memories that the woman wanted to get rid of was very obvious among the many similar sweet scents. It seems that Kartika has a strange memory that she hopes to eliminate the memories that have haunted her all this time.There was a time when Kartika avoided someone I thought was one of the triggers for those memories to get st
Winter in Germany is coming to an end. The flowers are starting to bloom, a sign that spring will replace the bitter winter at the end of February. I leaned against a bench in a small park in Weimar City. The city where German writers Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Friedrich Schiller came from. Closing my eyes I felt the cold wind from the end of winter caressing my skin. However, my activities were interrupted by the whining sound of a teenager and the sweet smell that was so thick wafted by my nose. "Lass mich gehen!¹ I don't want to take that medicine, I'm not sick!" The scream made my ears ring. "Oh shit!" I grumbled changing the position of the body that was originally leaning to sit up straight. I looked around the garden, looking for the source of the noise that had disturbed my lazy activities. It turned out to be on the right which was 10 meters from me. A girl with golden wavy hair is being chased by two men wearing nurse uniforms, and a bespectacled middle-aged woman we
I used to think that Memória's words about the memories of all living things being eliminated were only humans. In fact, I misunderstood the words of the five-winged creature. It turned out that apart from humans I was also dealing with other creatures. Now I'm sitting cross-legged, supporting my face with both hands facing a Golden Retriever sticking out its tongue. Somehow I feel this dog is smiling at me? Around the Golden Retriever's neck is a necklace with a round pendulum inscribed with a name, namely; Max. A sweet aroma wafted from the dog's body. I chuckled as I brushed my hair. “Damn it, you Memória!” I cursed while tilting my head talking to the sky. "So, what memories do you want to erase, Max?" I asked Max the Golden Retriever.Max wagged his golden feathered tail. Strangely, the dog seems to know who I am and it seems he understands what I'm saying or maybe I'm out of my mind talking to a dog. The dog got up and approached me. He walked around twisting his body around