Alpha's Nala

Theo

Times had changed.

That's all I could think of as I watched the mortals mingled with my people, whom I should note were all creatures of the dark.

Back in the old days, humans feared our existence.

Only at the mention of our name, they would cower away from us and tightly locked their homes at night. For extra precaution, they always have garlic on their bedside table or bound around their necks.

Funny thing.

Through the years, as the fear grew inside of them, resulting in clouding their minds, they started to fight back with stakes and crosses.

I chuckled at the idea.

Little did they know, those things have no effect on us.

Let alone, kill us…

For over a millennium, there's no vampires — nor witches — reported dead because of the above-mentioned weapons.

We are immune to all of it; Hollywood's movie version doesn't justify any of our weaknesses.

I don't even know if they know any of it...

Until a century ago, they started reciting stories.

By now, I could tell how perplexed you are about the idea of stories being our drawback...

It's unusual and a unique approach, to be honest, but it's the most effective weapon in human history that could actually harm us.

How?

Stories about our weakness, and coming from thy lips of a human, makes us mortal.

It could start off with someone saying that a stake could stop a vampire's heartbeat or holy water to burn a vampire's skin. When a new individual heard about it and told someone else, and that someone else delivered the same story to another, and so on, the tale about the disadvantages becomes true.

I don't know if it's the power in telling or the strong belief of the human heart that makes it real, but it's there.

It's fatal and dangerous, and it's destroying my race to no end…

my kind

move, I admit that. Though, seeing how famous our fictions of weakness are and how powerful the humans' belief was at that time, I don't have much of a

to die down until the mortals no longer believed in it — as we had never been real in the

that's how a

do not see the use of it any longer, or if they wanted to begin and create a

and for another civilization to be established around

suffering due to the lack of permanent

It wasn't easy though...

transitions for the past years; had to watched different plagues sweep

was one of

do that,

value my virtue,

meet the same individual that was helping me construct my vision for my

question me at one

it can be, I had to watch them die in the process at a

a sigh at the

life was a curse rather

have an option to

time and tell my

when they are

my

matters to me…

“But what really interests me now is your excuse on the question of how long will you

of the voice, I instantly ignored him and

wind and felt a presence beside

a soul,” he pointed

ever had a soul, Raul?” I asked

on his chest. Then,

by the way, I hated so much. And two, you're being so brutal for reminding me that I am dead. That's overkill already, your

my eyes

the point. So

He gasped loudly again.

“You are so cold.”

shrug my shoulders and kept my eyes locked in

that I will not speak again, I heard Cayden

devastated...” I heard him mumbled, “Maybe that's the reason why the gods above didn't grant