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

admit that. Though, seeing how famous our fictions of weakness are and

I waited in the dark for the fantasies to die down until the mortals no longer believed in it — as we

how a story

not see the use of it any longer, or if they wanted

decade and for another

people were suffering due to the lack

It wasn't easy though...

years; had to watched

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

do that, but I was raised

value my virtue, particularly my

I have to meet the same individual that was helping me construct my

a year and surely, they would question me at one point, since I never aged or look different by the

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

let out a sigh at the

of life was

do I have an option to

could not go back in time and tell my parents to

they are

my people's needs and performed what was

all that matters to me… my people's contentment and

bail this out again like you always do.” I heard a low and husky voice started, “But what really interests

instantly ignored

wind and felt a presence

it's rude to ignore a soul,”

had a soul, Raul?” I asked and

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

so please 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 dead. That's overkill

only rolled my eyes at

the point.

He gasped loudly again.

“You are so cold.”

my shoulders and kept my

I heard

“Maybe that's the reason why the gods above didn't grant you a second