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
Her name is Natasha Ivanova. 19 year old Russian woman. Natasha fell into a deep depression, after her dream of becoming a prima donna at the Mariinsky Theater in the City of Saint Petersburgs, Russia, failed. A leg injury while auditioning for a potential lead actor for Swan Lake meant that her chances of going worldwide were gone. I smelled the sweet smell of his blood while watching ballet at the Mariinsky Theatre. Natasha sat watching not far from where I watched which was on the third floor of this theater building. At that time Natasha was wearing a red scarf and sunglasses. tried a second time to see the object to cover her identity during the ballet in the theater. I accidentally got information about Natasha from one of her ballet practice partners at one of the studios. In the middle of the event Natasha left her seat. As usual I will follow the scent wherever the humans who have it go. Natasha did not go out of the theater, but she entered one of the toilets. I stopped fo
I was surprised that the girl who suddenly appeared in front of me knew my name. The sharp gaze from the golden iris eyes made a feeling of discomfort. I feel that the girl in the navy blue lolita dress doesn't seem like a human. “That's right, I'm not human, Lord Vampire or Memória call you Senhor Vampiro,” the girl said coldly. I gasped, she was able to read my mind just like Memória. "Surely we creatures sent by the Creator to regulate everything that happens on earth can know the contents of the minds and hearts of humans. That is our innate ability!" cried the girl, her voice rising. I swallowed. Unfortunately I feel daunted by creatures like Memória. "Who are you? What do you want?" I tried to suppress my anxiety. Because it seems that the creature in front of me is emitting an unusual aura. The air is very oppressive and intimidating. The white-haired girl smirked. Two fangs were seen sticking out at the corners of her lips. Vampire? Impossible. "Fanged creatures aren't j
Harpyie grabbed my hand. She wants to take me somewhere. However, I refused before Harpyie gave an explanation. Wasn't she going to punish me for failing a task? What do you mean by failure? Isn't everything on the right track? I just sucked a little of the blood of those who wanted to erase their memories. Memories that make anyone they can not live life. "Yes, yes, yes. Your task is indeed on the right track. However, you have never completely solved the problem of the creatures who want to be erased. Except for a few. But I didn't count them," Harpyie grumbled, pursing her mouth. "You mean—" Before I could finish speaking, Harpyie had pulled me into a portal that had suddenly formed in front of us. In the dimensions of space and time. My body seemed to be twisted, slammed, and torn apart. I experienced a kind of turbulence in dimensional space and time. Surprisingly, the Harpyie didn't seem to have experienced what I had. Her face looks normal. Yes, rather flat and tend to look
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
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
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
The majestic castle surrounded by trees in the middle of the forest looks even more haunted when a red moon appears in the sky in Hoia Baciu Forest. The giant Gargoyle statues on display above the castle add to the mystical aura of the castle even more. The eyes of the statues seemed to come alive, staring intently at me. Bats were flying around the castle whose screams sounded as if to welcome me to the castle. For a moment I was stunned by the attitude of the lowly vampires who suddenly lined up to make way for me to the castle. I tried not to be afraid. Although the aura from within the castle was truly intimidating. However, I couldn't control my beating heart. Still the nervousness of being reunited with the figure of Ancestor who turned me into a vampire began to take over. "No turning back!" I muttered, "whatever the risk I have to face." “Good! Show your attitude as a memory eater,” said the unrealized Memória.Sensing Memória's support, I steady myself to boldly step into
My curiosity about Elizabeth who came back to life in Rio de Janeiro, took me to a forest that is considered mystical in Romania, namely the Hoia Baciu Forest. The forest which is reported to have lost 200 flocks of sheep and some humans is indeed famous for its awesomeness. It is even considered the “Bermuda triangle” of Romania. Hoia Baciu Forest has the power to disrupt electronic equipment. That power is not without reason around Hoia Baciu Forest. The magical protective fence installed by the vampire Ancestors was deliberately installed so that humans could not carelessly enter the vampire's territory. Yes, the Hoia Baciu forest is the center of the vampires. The Ancestors lived in a castle in the middle of the Hoia Baciu Forest. All vampires scattered throughout the world will come once every hundred years at the time of the red full moon to perform the ritual of appointing a new Ancestor leader or welcoming the birth of pure vampires from the Ancestors. In addition to the ma
A beautiful person who reveals my past. The girl with the long red hair, the emerald green eyes and the red lips like apples that I was crazy about when I was a human, back then. Elizabeth was standing on a tree trunk that had been knocked down by a Harpyie. Her gaze was still the same as in the old Romanian royal era. The wife of a Romanian nobleman who had an unfortunate fate. "Elizabeth!" I called out to the girl in the long, moss-green dress. The wavy red hair that flowed slightly in a gust of wind. Clearly visible in the moonlight. Harpyie hissed, "You idiot! She's the person you had in mind. Wake up, Claude! She's no longer human!" I gasped suddenly and my body felt weak. "But that's impossible." The harpyie was on standby on horseback. She was about to attack Elizabeth who was staring blankly at the two of us. "No wonder I've always smelled the presence of another creature when I was near Claude. Apparently this female vampire is stalking you, Claude!" The Harpyie sped u
"So what's your real problem with the Harpyie, Memória? Are you feeling rivaled?" I asked for further explanation regarding Memória and Harpyie. “Honestly, the reason you didn't show up was a kind of prestige because the Harpyie came to ask for an answer that should be yours.” "Hey, don't tell me I'm proud of that bird girl," Memória says as we stand gazing at the night view of the city on the arms of the Cristo Retendor statue in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. I just smiled sadly. Yes, a creature class that is on a higher level than me can also feel prestige. "Do you smell sweet in this town, Claude?" I just nodded slowly in response to Memória's question which seemed to divert the conversation. There is, after all, such a thing is unquestionable. There's something I've always wanted. I asked Memória. Regarding my task of erasing memories that I don't know when it will be finished. I don't even know if the Creator will forgive my past sins and mistakes when I was a vampire. "Unfortuna
The harpyie hissed in Memória's grip. Her body was still struggling to be released. The look in the Harpyie's eyes was fixed on Memória. while I can't move, I can only watch them“What a pitiful young creature. Your attacks are easy to break. Train a thousand years more to beat me,” Memória sneered at Harpyie. "Don't talk too much. You old bastard!" The Harpyie attacked using its sharp clawed claws. Memória dodge spontaneously. But his grip on Harpyie's neck loosened. The harpyie darted into the apartment ceiling. She was stuck to the ceiling with her body upside down. As if gathering the energy concentrated in her legs, with great speed the Harpyie was about to lunge at Memória again using the claws in her hands. Memória blocked the Harpyie's lunge using its wings which instantly protected Memória's body from the Harpyie's claws. Then the wings pushed the Harpyie so hard that the Harpyie's body hit the apartment wall, creating a large crack in the wall. The apartment shook because
I vomited blood after finishing fixing the memories with the Harpyie. The black blood mixed with the fresh red blood of the humans I sucked as punishment the Harpyie had given me. In my heart I cursed Memória who gave the task of the curse only part of it. I don't understand what the purpose of doing that is. “Explain to me fully the task of the curse of Memória, Harpyie,” I begged the bird girl. Harpyie took me back to the apartment in Saint Petersburg's City, which I don't know who owns. She sat casually, his legs crossed on the sofa. "Ah, wait a minute I'm tired after the long journey of repairing those human memories." Harpyie leaned her head on the sofa. I wonder why the bird girl prefers to use the form of a girl wearing a lolita dress? Is she uncomfortable with her true form? Hearing my thoughts, suddenly Harpyie turned and glared at me who had just come out of the toilet. "I want to use whatever form I want! You don't have to protest, Vampire!" Hardik Harpyie did not acce