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 kind and

of weakness are and how powerful the humans' belief was at that time,

mortals no longer believed in it — as we had never

that's how

stop telling them when they do not see the use of it any longer, or if

for

sensing no trouble anymore and discovering my people were suffering due to the lack of permanent residences and food,

It wasn't easy though...

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

to another was the least of my favorite. It was one of those things that I cannot bear to do for I

known to do that, but I

virtue, particularly

the same individual that was helping me

multiple times in a year and surely, they would question me at

it can be, I had

a sigh at

was a

I have an option to escape

back in time and tell my parents to find another one to love

they

have provided my people's needs and performed what was expected

matters to me… my people's contentment and

a low and husky voice started, “But what really interests me now is your excuse on the question of how

of the voice, I instantly ignored him and remained still in my

heard a gust of wind and

a soul,” he pointed out, making me

a soul, Raul?”

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

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

rolled my eyes at his

that's the

He gasped loudly again.

“You are so cold.”

shoulders and kept

I heard

him mumbled, “Maybe that's the reason why the gods above didn't grant