Evelyne's POV

(I hate vampires.)

Vampires are a species to which I have always belonged from birth. This species, I grew up to become nicknamed the ‘White Thorn’ among this species.

And yet, the person who does not understand the complexity of this race is none other than myself. They have power, but they prefer to hide, they have almost eternal life, but they prefer to waste it or enter eternal sleep by their own will. They have the most modern and sophisticated knowledge and technologies in their possession, but they prefer old things and prefer to maintain ancient and ancestral customs dating back several millennia.

They are strong and have disproportionate powers, but instead of using this power to help each other and make our species flourish, we use this power to kill each other and impose the only law that had always existed among us since the beginning of time immemorial: the jungle's law, in other words, the law of the strongest.

A son, a mother, a daughter, and a father will only have values if they have the strength and power could fear others. From the baron, viscount, count, marquis, duke, and finally... to the royal family, this hierarchy is maintained and respected only because of one decisive factor... power. The Viscounts are constantly harassed by barons who try to steal their rank in the order, and the same is for viscounts who harass and watch for the opportunity to overthrow others to show status.

So on....until the royal family, who would be dethroned since then; if they had not inherited the lineage of the first queen of all vampires...who controlled the blood, as well as all the powers of the four great elders who became the leading families with duke status, including my Walker family.

My father, this old man eager for power who wants to overthrow his brother of blood to regain the title of head of the family, did not hesitate to exploit me as if I were nothing more than a project he invested in to reap the profit for later.

(I hate my father more than anything else in this world.)

This guy is the worst garbage among the garbage. He first r*ped hundreds of thousands of human women to create mixed blood that is only mentioned in legends. Rumors like that about him never end. They even say that he had a human laboratory where they did all kinds of experiments between humans and other species, such as uni horn demons, succubus, espers, witches... Still, even worse, he even forced some people to mate with wild beasts and monsters!

My mother... I never met her, and my father's garbage had never told me about her! I remember that when I asked him for my mother's identity when I was barely thirty years old, he locked me up and deprived me of blood for six months right away! Whereas at that time, I couldn't even spend three days without consumption!

(I hate the sun...)

But despite everything, I later learned that this garbage was a fugitive wanted by the current queen. The cause was simple; he had kidnapped the offspring of the royal family, more precisely, the daughter of the current queen, and r*ped her several times; so that she could give birth to an heir who would be able to overthrow even the royal family.

This guy is the worst b*stard, even among the worst. When I asked him about my mother's news the second time when I was twenty, he tied me to a pillar and left me in front of the sun for several days. And every day, he visited me and told me he wanted to see how much I had inherited the powers of royal families, who could walk under the sun without needing protective rings. But I, who had only part of this lineage, which I had inherited from my mother... the sun slowly consumed me after every hour I spent with it!

And when an hour turned into two hours, the suffering multiplied constantly and ruthlessly by x10. Therefore, my resistance decreased by x10; it was what still made me suffer like an inflamed dog. However, I had no choice but to endure this horrible suffering for a week that seemed to have lasted forever for me!

My soul was slowly burning to the point of making me crazy and inexpressive in the face of the suffering and the excitement of life. This event made me lose part of my soul forever... that's what I thought; before meeting him.

(I hate the Royal bloodline I inherited from my mum...)

My dad is the worst assh*le! When I reached maturity... during my 150th birthday, this degenerate tried to rape me! I, his daughter whom he had always hated because I'm a girl and I could not be his heir; He wanted, if I repeat his words for words, wanted his future heir to inherit the royal lineage that is in my blood. And for the first time, this crazy man told me about my mother, saying that if she had not committed suicide after giving me birth, he would have already killed me and tried again to get her pregnant until she gave him a male heir.

According to him, he cultivated me... yes, that's how he spoke to me. As if I were nothing more than a plant that people grow.

According to him, he cultivated me for the sole purpose of preparing myself so that I could give him an heir with a royal bloodline flowing in my veins. My hatred for my father gradually obscured my heart until this hatred created the inexpressive person who scares people. I don't have any friends because I have always lived in hell since I was little. I don't know how to interact with others because I have never known what is called empathy. But I knew those who are called heroes because...

(I have great admiration for heroes and people like me.)

But before d*ckhead managed to go to the end of his act, my grandpa and grandma appeared as two heroes who came to save a girl who knew practically nothing about the outside world. As for my f*cking father... I haven't heard from him anymore.

But knowing the king's hatred and the Queen's disgust for him, they will not let him die even after a thousand years; and that's what precisely worries me the most. This guy is not only the worst garbage but also the top five strongest vampires! He must die if I want to regain my calm. But I don't know where they locked him up!

Thus, my hell ended fifty years ago, on my 150th birthday.

But this life is not as desperate as I thought. Thanks to the unusual training of this psychopath, and the bloodline of the two prominent families in me, I was one of the strongest vampires among the last five hundred generations. But seeing that I still could not flourish and open my heart to outside people... because of the indelible scars of my father ba*tard, my grandma ordered me to come and spend time in the world of humans, where about 70% of young vampires who are not satisfied with their youth are housed.

Wealth, influence, servants... I have everything at my disposal, but I still haven't had those emotional vibes that make people smile, make them sad or make them feel kind and full of vivacity. I followed the advice of my grandparents; I tried to hang out with vampires of the same generation as me...but I quickly discovered that these people are the future Fathers and future mothers who will not be different from my father. Some had even already begun to look like this shameless father when I saw one suck the blood of his own twin sister and end up taking action because of overexcitation.

But if it was an accident for the first time, the other times after the first time was indeed intentional!

Ugh, vampires are stranges

(I don't like hunters and witches.)

Vampires are the worst creatures in this world, but I never thought that there could still be garbage that goes beyond this race; hunters. Otherwise, they are so-called Potimasses! These ba*tards who act in the name of a deity who is named Potimas that they have never seen, the witches who do all kinds of sacrificial rituals to reach the pinnacle of their magic... all these people... are also crazy like vampires.

At first, I admit that it surprised me when I came across one of them; she was a witch with long red hair and dressed in a glute and sexy dress, making her more dangerous for perverts. But I was a woman who was not interested in women or men, so why had this woman been following me for three weeks?

But I acted as if I had not noticed her presence and ordered my subordinates not to attack her until I knew her objective. After a month of spying that was beginning to irritate me, I suddenly crossed the crazy eyes of this mysterious woman when I opened my eyes; while I was sleeping peacefully in my bedroom. But I quickly realized that this madwoman had teleported me on a sacrificial stele. Before I could say anything, she smiled mysteriously at me and told me that I was a rare specimen and that she wanted to study me to increase her powers.

She was crazy, as crazy as my father!

Incredible!!

There can be someone with such a level of madness as my father?! But her case was quickly settled after I created a beautiful ice statue that is on the ground floor of my villa.

After this event, my peaceful and bland life resumed until I crossed the path of a captain hunter. This crazy who immediately identified me as a vampire, thanks to their strange amulet, suddenly began to sing praises dedicated to their Potimas god.

If you want to sing, go sing elsewhere; but let me at least live in peace and go your way as if you had never seen me. But no, he blocked my way and constantly sang this unpleasant song accompanied by the strange white aura that emanated from him. And to make matters worse, he took out a black rosary with a 'Y' that represented the custom of their cults and was apparently determined to kill me. The explosion of his speed and the security perimeter he created to prevent me from leaving surprised me much more.

Even if he was weak in front of me, the strange and original weapons he used were much more impressive than expected. Ultimately, I had no choice but to kill this dog, trying to bite what he couldn't chew.

First, my father wanted to kill me just because I was a woman, and now...this guy would kill me just because I was a vampire? Hah! Is it me who is so abnormal, or is it just that this world is not ordinary?

But because of this delay, the prey I had to hunt was no longer standing still. And after this fight, I was very thirsty; I needed to drink to satisfy my thirst. But where could I find a good dose of blood? I am a rather greedy and magnanimous vampire when it comes to feeding myself.

While grimacing with irritation at the edge of the route, suddenly, all the cells in my body shouted to follow the ambulance that had just passed me at 80km/h with its alarm that was constantly ringing; when a fragrant and irresistible smell invaded my nostrils. Without asking questions, I followed this ambulance for more than four kilometers before it reached the main hospital in this region.

The closer I approached this ambulance, the more my body and my thirst for blood, which I had never had trouble controlling... became uncontrollable! Common sense pushed me to get away from this drug that could lead me to my losses. This loss of control itself made me feel a new emotion that had been unknown to me for more than a century; fear. I was horrified to notice that I felt such excitement for this blood! I had to get away from this place, but my members disagreed with my mind. Even if I shouted to flee far from this place, my feet rushed to the hospital without worrying about the looks of people looking at me with astonishment; under the moonlight.

But I couldn't; I couldn't fight against it at all. My neutral expression now had a smile that would scare almost 90% of vampires, but what the fuck is happening to me? I want it! I like this human! I want to swim in its blood! Have it like my doll! I definitely want to have this--?!

As I watched the emergency room that had just gently brought out the bloody body of a girl with curly black hair, I could no longer control my heart rate. Ahhhh~~ Damn! She looks so peaceful being unconscious and surrounded by so much blood; she is an authentic artwork! I would like to freeze this scene and contemplate her every day! But this will probably create problems for my grandma.

What's happening to me?! This girl has such a delicate beauty that it would be a shame to let her die. He needs to be observed and pampered...I know I don't have a penchant for the same sex, but... I can't help but want to exploit all these vibes and overexcitation that I feel, for the first time, towards her!

The more I waited for the doctors to finish with her, the more unbearable my impatience became, so much so that I began to pull my hair and bite my nails in front of the operating room. The ridiculous thing about all this, and that it hadn't even been more than two minutes since the doctors entered the operating block with her. I think the person who will die in the end...will be me! This impatience is like hell. I can't stand that! I would die for good!

Finally, my patience has reached its limits! I looked around, and I could see the control cameras everywhere. I needed to solve this surveillance problem first of all else. With this thought, I took out my smartphone and composed, for the first time, the number of the witch that my grandma had left at my disposal; Lucie.

This girl was only thirteen years old when she started working for me under contract. But this is the first time I have asked for her services; she is interested in carrying out this great mission. After all, My grandma assured me that she was competent, despite her young age.

[Mi-Milady?!]

"I have a mission of the utmost importance to you, stop everything you are currently doing and join me at the XXX hospital," ordered I before hanging down the phone.

Just after about thirty seconds, I saw her go out to one of the pharmaceutical depots. This speed of teleportation was worthy of a competent witch; in the end, Grandma was right when she told me about the skills of this little girl... I think.

"Mi-Milady...great to meet you...

"No time for that; make sure to erase my presence in all these cameras and turn them off and make sure to seal the front door of this operating room until I get out." With these last orders, I opened the doors of the operating block and entered directly to join this human girl surrounded by mysteries. "Miss...you don't have the right to be--!"

Before this head doctor could continue his sentence, their expressions became dull and inexpressive, following my mind control’s starting to them. "Continue your work, and don't see anything abnormal with my presence in this room. And, forget everything that will happen in this room afterward." Instantly, the doctors continued their work as if nothing had happened.

While in this room, I felt like I was melting into this sweetness and sensation of inexplicable attraction to the blood of this human girl. If I keep watching her...I might lose control!

Seeing her in such a state between life and death, I could guess she had had an accident more severe than I had imagined. I, who have taken the lives of countless humans out of my own hands... I can see that her death is near just by looking at her calmly.

A single drop of my blood could help its organs accelerate their regeneration. But why would I do this for someone I don't know? Sigh, I will not intervene in her fate; I would wait patiently for her death and collect the blood she has in her veins; after all, this is the reason for my presence in this place.

"We are losing him! Quickly, quickly, his heart tries to let go!" After about thirty seconds, the chief doctor shouted these words that caught my attention.

'His heart?' Why isn't 'her heart?' With this sudden awareness, I cautiously looked down at her body using my vampire vision...

And there, I was overwhelmed by all kinds of complex and indescribable feelings. By all of the Reapers, This human... is a man!