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…

I decided to hide my

how famous our fictions of weakness are

to die down until the mortals no longer believed in it

how a story

do not see the use of it any longer, or if

and for another

anymore and discovering my people were suffering due to the lack of permanent residences and food,

It wasn't easy though...

undergo a lot of transitions for the past years; had to watched different plagues sweep the world, and

from one identity to another was the least of my favorite. It was

to do that, but I was raised well

value my virtue, particularly

needed since I have to meet the same individual that was helping

a year and surely, they would question me at one point,

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

out a

was a curse rather

an option to escape

could not go back in time and tell my parents to find another

they are destined

have provided my people's needs and performed what

that matters to me… my people's contentment

a low and husky voice started, “But what really interests me now is your excuse on the question of how long will you be standing, by that stone pillar, and watch as your dark subjects find their REDs?” he

the owner of the voice, I instantly ignored him and

wind and felt

to ignore a soul,” he

soul, Raul?” I asked and glanced at

that, he gasped and quickly placed a hand on his chest. Then,

stop calling me by my middle name — which by the way, I hated so much. And two, you're being so brutal for reminding me that I am

only rolled my eyes at

that's the

He gasped loudly again.

“You are so cold.”

kept my eyes locked

speak again, I heard

the gods above didn't grant