Eyes from the past.

Christa's eyes turned to him. Utterly confused, lost and perplexed.

"Yes. You want to know about the supernaturals. Now tell me what do you think about that?" 

Kylian's eyes were literally burning right now. It showed the emotions of a very soul and he didn't even know. 

"The king tried to kill him after he's gotten what he desired of the Rexmaker because he's powerful and dangerous. What do you think? Is the Rexmaker bad because he wiped out the entire kingdom?"

Christa was speechless. Her hand dropped on the counter along with the Shot glass.

She felt overwhelmed.

After seconds of staring, she got hold of herself as she slowly asked. "How do you know? History said something else."

"History lies sometimes." Kylian's lips curved upward, in an insufferable grin. "So tell me, is the Rexmaker to be blamed for retaliating?"

Christa gazed down, at the fading board of the counter. She couldn't talk. Her lungs failed her. Her brain seemed to shut.

Kylian's eyes twitched. A pang hit him hard.

'what am I doing?'

Christa lifted her gaze to his face. "Sir, I'm-"

"Kylian. Call me Kylian."

Christa gulped. "Ky, Kylian. I'm sorry for inconveniencing you. Maybe I went too hard."

Then the realisation hit Kylian. He is getting overwhelmed and his head is going outta control.

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"No, no, no. You shouldn't be. I'm sorry. I mean I was just joking."

Christa's jaw dropped. "Wh, what?! You mean you forged the ending?!"

"Of course I did. To make it more interesting"

"Oh my gosh, you're the best storyteller I ever had." Christa laughed out loud.

A smile broke off Kylian's face too. The first genuine, since the past century.

Then their chattings went on. Cups became empty and refilled again. Time passed and they didn't notice as they chatted and giggled more freely.

"I know, I know that you're a badass the moment I saw you at the school that day," Christa slurred, her head swaying to and fro.

Kylian shook his head at this with a smile. "And the moment I saw you I knew you're a persistent brat."

"Says the claw fang storyteller." She turned to the bartender almost slipping off her stool, her eyes opening and closing. "Another shot."

"You're already drunk, lady." Dan, the bartender, deadpanned.

"And how is that your god-damned concern," Christa stuttered, her voice getting more raspy.

"Uh?!" Dan's face turned ugly but a death glare from Kylian made him shrink.

Kylian stared at her in the face for a while before saying, "you are drunk, I think that's okay for tonight."

"Oh yes, my storytelling friend." 

"Thank goodness, your drunkard friend isn't in the mood to drink today," Dan snickered.

Kylian shot him a glance and he kept shut.

"Let's go, it's getting late."

Before Kylian could do a thing, Christa fell on him. His sturdy body supported her weight with ease.

His jaw dropped. The heat from her body contacted his ice cold temperature and a panic appeared on his face.

"A refrigerator you are, my storyteller," Christa muttered, raspily.

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Kylian's cold, dead heart banged. He waited. But when he heard no more words and got no more movement, his mind settled. The lady is drunk anyway.

With a swipe, he swept off Christa's leg from the ground and hefted her in a bridal style.

He hadn't taken two steps when a strong scent of iron hit his supernatural nostrils, very hard.

'what the hell is this?'

'where is that coming from?'

He stopped.

'hope there's no…..?'

His eyes moved around. Scanning heads and eyes. Then it landed on a table and the bodies that surrounded it. Four.

Cold and pale. Eyes encircled by a crimson ring. And not brown.

They are newborns. Newly turned vamps.

'oh no' 

Just as expected, their eyes began to gain more reddish shade and their gazes turned bloodlust. 

"Graaaa," a growl from one of them broke hell. Their fangs were extracted and their claws sprouted.

One of them pounced on a human, whose eyes almost popped out when he saw fangs and claws. In a snap, the blood in his veins became history.

But that's just the beginning. 

In a moment, the place became chaotic.

People scampered. 

Tables overturned.

The vampires didn't relent too. Their senses, jammed and clouded by the blood urge that's still very stronger than their bones and soul, made them do things. So the humans couldn't get away.

The vampires bit and drank to satisfaction.

Kylian looked down at Christa's face. Calm and innocent. And asleep.

'I need to get her to safety.'

But that could be a fantasy now.

A vampire landed before him, baring his short immature fangs at Kylian.

"Calm yourself, fang. You can do this." Kylian tried to reach him.

The vampire halted. His feets fidgeted.

His eyes turned to the petite body in Kylian's hold. Then his gaze turned more ferocious as he growled.

In a snap, he lunged at Kylian.

The latter turned. A body impacted him the next second. A loud yelp escaped his lungs as he felt a pair of fangs pierce his neck.

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…The Archipelago…

The dim candles strived to lit the rocky home. Not just a home tho. A lair. For the creatures we humans know as nightwalkers. For creatures that comics and fantasy tales identify as vampires.

Here it is, for real.

Caius' sat on his old antique wooden chair.

His head was draped and his mind faraway. A lot winded through it.

The hunter left. Mysterious. No sign of what he wanted. No information whether he got it or not. No nothing.

Very clearly, he could still remember how ruined every coven or lair Aro strikes is at the end. So he feared. If this legendary hunter comes back here, he might not be alive to tell the story.

Light footthuds sounded behind him. He sighed.

"What do you have, son."

"Something you might need to know."

"And what could that be?" 

"The new vampire, father."

"The two and half centuries old fang?"

"Yes, father."

Caius' turned his head to see the scarlet cloaked figure of his son.

"What about him?"

"I suspect him."

"Of what?"

"Of how he had survived all this years. He isn't from around here."

"Yes. He survived. That's good. He'll be a great asset to this coven."

"Father, I mean he was there in the school when that human was organ-striped. He's a suspect." Adrian growled.

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Caius' kept his eyes on his son for a while without saying a word. Then he looked away. "Let him be, son. The case is gone."

"But father-"

"Let. Him. Be, Adrian." Caius' cut him off.

Adrian gulped. Then he shrank with a bow.

"Yes, father."

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..The bar..

Kylian gritted in the pain that tore through his neck like burning blade.

The vampire didn't take off his fangs and Kylian didn't force him to.

Slowly, he dropped Christa's body on the floor and straightened his body again.

He grimaced as pain tore through his veins. But then he gritted and his eyes flashed coldly.

With a grab at the skull of the vampire, he slammed the body to the ground.

The vampire screeched and his body writhed to its feet in a flash.

Kylian held his neck. It's bleeding.

"Uh?!"

His gaze moved downward and he saw it.

The crests on his wrists are glowing.

He tried to call his fangs, but it didn't show. His claws gave the same response.

'oh no'

The other vampires continued causing havoc. Fangs and claws harvesting red blood. 

Only a handful of living humans remain in the building by now. The others are nothing but a blood drained body.

The living humans are reduced by seconds. Their cries for help, their scramble to safety couldn't exceed a couple of meters before they become history.  

Kylian raised his gaze to meet the bloodied fang of the vampire.

Slash!

Kylian gritted hard as a claw slash appeared on his face. He didn't even see that coming. 

The vampire swiped his other claws at his head but he ducked and gripped his neck.

He slammed the body to the ground and held it down.

He held the head and the neck and made to pull off the head. The crests glowed the more and his strength failed him.

With a sprang, the vampire yanked off his body and slammed a punch into his chest.

His body slammed into one of the vampires. The vampire screeched and turned to him but turned away. He could sense the vampiric aura in Kylian. 

A vampire's blood will do him no good.

Kylian's vision blurred. Distant screams and distorted images are all that could reach his dwindling brain.

He's losing it and he knows.

He took a glance at his side and saw the brat bartender, Dan. His neck was bitten at several spots with the fnag marks as prominent as ever.

A look of pity crossed Kylian's face and he looked away. 

He looked ahead and he saw the slightly blurry image of a figure towering above a petite body ok the floor.

His eyes flashed viciously. 

His body moved before his brain. He didn't even know when he did.

By now, the glowing crests on his wrists waned in light and flickered.

Kylian appeared before the vampire in a flash. The vampire's fangs descended on Christa's neck. 

A loud scream erupted next. The vampire growled in frustration and bit off a chunk of hard flesh, compared to humans' flexible own.

His face turned more angry as he gazed down at the body on the ground.

Kylian screamed hard, pale blood oozed outta his torn neck. His eyes turned more blurry and his mind was faraway.

Slowly, his consciousness plummeted.

Nonetheless, he guided Christa's body with his'. 

The blurred image of spreaded claws of the vampire descending on his head made him close his eyes.

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This is the end.

However, something occurred.

Slash!

A fleshy thud reached Kylian's brain.

His eyes flashed open. Only a blurred image of a face. The pair of sapphire eyes on the face reflected what was the past.

Indistinct screeches reached Kylian's ears. Several bangs resonated. The screeches silenced.

Kylian grunted. His consciousness waning as seconds passed. But he could still see the pair of blue eyes staring at him.

"We found her."

A raspy voice called. The pair of sapphire eyes turned away. 

Then a thick baritone voice boomed. "Take her, we leave now."

Kylian subconsciously draped his arms over Christa's body to make sure she's safe. But nothing came near.

"What about him?" The raspy voice came again.

"We leave now." Thick as a demon's, the thick voice boomed again. Authoritative and final.

No response at first. Then a growl. Then a reply. "Very well."

Footthuds receded. Auras of different kinds moved away.

Kylian's barely conscious self could sense. Grunts and grimaces were the color of his face. Then slowly, the consciousness slipped away.

In a few seconds, everything blacked out.

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