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It was the 1860th year AD. It was deadly cold. He knew it, but this knowledge was the only thing that told him there was any frost outside. He felt warm. The crosses at the cemetery glittered in dim moonlight; everything was very still. He turned over his shoulder to cast the final glimpse at the Castle he was fleeing out of; the tremendous building was towering over the place, grim and dark, sending shivers over the spine of everyone appeared to be in the blinding darkness of its shadow. Tearing the deafening silence apart, a loud shriek came from out of the Castle. He knew whom it belonged to, and it didnt make him feel any better. Now she was a vampire, he told himself, feeling his heart pounding madly, as though it wanted to rip off his ribcage and get out of it. Well, if it succeeded, he would let it. Instead of running away he just stood at the spot and listened to. To screams in the Castle of the immortal vampire, who took his love; to the grass calmly rustling at the blows of the wind; to his heart pondering. There was a gentle sound of wings coming closer. Shrieks were becoming louder and louder, and he, feeling oddly calm, just stood and waited for it. He let his arm slip into the small pocket of his cloak and ran his index finger over the cold metal of the silver dagger. The rustling sound of wings stopped. In front of him stood a very beautiful woman in a long white gown, her golden hair free, and her eyes shining deepest purple. "Hello, love," she said, smiling brightly at him. He took a step backwards, not to allow her to touch him. "Hello again, Anna," he said, squeezing the hilt of the dagger as tight as he could. Not yet, whispered a small voice in his head. "Good to see you whole." "Sometimes I wonder how you can pretend as if nothing happened." "I dont see any wall to smash my head against, so if youll excuse my" "Oh, even now still think youre amusing?" she smiled, showing white, razor sharp teeth. She took a step towards him and, as he didnt move, took another, coming close enough to reach him. He wished he could stop his heart for it not to race that hard. Something banged against his temples; he could hardly see her: black diamonds dashed before his vision. "Well, youre apparently not." He forced himself to stand upright. Still smiling brightly, she ran her delicate finger with clawlike nail over his paper white cheekbone. He felt himself shuddering uncontrollably and at the same time not being able to move at all. "Dont," he whispered hoarsely, "In the name of" "So, you know how to speak with a woman?" she arched her eyebrow. "Youre not a woman," he grabbed something behind his back to keep himself standing. He jerked his head back and noticed that "something" was a cross. She stepped forward and leaned over him, her feet not touching the ground. "Master wants you to be his ally, not a dead enemy," she hissed into his ear. There was no breath coming out of her lips, only the freezing cold wavering from her. All of a sudden, very fast she tore off the collar of his shirt and dug her glittering fangs into his neck. He tried to pull her away, but unexpectedly he felt an odd sensation rushing through him. It restrained him from doing it. She was sucking his blood, he realized dully, reluctantly. But it didnt matter for him any more. What mattered was them being together. Again and forever. She was moaning. He tried to keep his eyes open, but it seemed completely impossible to do: his vision was blurred, his eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier, his mind was whirling. Moans stopped as suddenly as they had begun. He found himself lying sprayed on the hard ground; she was hovering above him, licking blood off her lips. His blood. Fighting the overwhelming idleness that flooded him, he tried to touch his dagger only to discover that it burned like the hottest fire. He dropped it and tried to inhale a deep breath to steady himself, but nothing happened. He felt absolutely nothing. His vision was cleared, his mind stopped racing. He felt suddenly calm, and strong, and perfectly fine. He smoothly stood up. She looked at him with pure interest. "It wasnt fair," he said, fixing his eyes on her, "You cheated." "Wasnt it the thing you liked about me?" she asked, waving her hand dismissively. He didnt respond. As quickly as he could, he grasped the dagger and dug it in her chest. His hand burned and throbbed. He could swear he had never felt such pain before. He could also swear he had never heard anyone screaming like that. It was deafening, piercing, blood-striking scream that was enough to hear o fall dead. But he was already dead, he reminded, amusing himself. For past few How much time was he unconscious? Or was he ever unconscious? Hmm. He looked himself over. After several minutes he had to admit his body was just the same. Skin at his neck was smooth to the touch. He grinned. He looked at the dead body of his love only to find it disgusting to look at. He has changed. His grin widened. For now he was a vampire, he was going to get everything he could from it. He was optimistic after all. He turned on his hills and stalked towards the Castle. If he was a vampire, he was going to be the main one. Nothing else mattered. And he didnt care.
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