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…

my kind and learn to

that. Though, seeing how famous our fictions of weakness are and how powerful the humans' belief was at that time, I don't have much

until the mortals no longer believed in it — as we had never been

how a story

them when they do not see the use of it any longer, or if they wanted to

for another civilization

to the

It wasn't easy though...

the past years; had to watched different plagues sweep the world, and even observed

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

do that, but I was raised

value my virtue, particularly my

frauds and conspiracies were needed since I have to meet the same individual that was helping me construct my

surely, they would question me at one point, since

it all, and sadly as it can be, I had to watch them die in the process

let out a sigh at the

was a curse rather

I have an

and tell my parents to find another one

they

provided my people's needs and performed

that matters to me… my people's

low and husky voice started, “But what really interests

voice, I instantly ignored him

gust of wind

ignore a

ever had a soul, Raul?” I asked and

quickly placed a hand on his chest.

so please stop calling me by my middle name — which by the way, I hated so much. And two, you're being so

my eyes at

that's the

He gasped loudly again.

“You are so cold.”

kept my eyes

I will not speak again, I heard Cayden let out a

I heard him mumbled, “Maybe that's the reason why the gods above didn't grant you a second chance at