Live as you may(1/3)
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For over a century and a half, Aric existed as a nocturnal creature, surviving by drinking human blood and concealing his killings as natural disasters. He developed a deep hatred for humans, considering them weak and ignorant. Although he didn’t derive pleasure from killing, he recognized it as a necessary means for his survival. Despite his disdain for humanity, Aric felt a sense of envy towards them. Humans freely lived under the sunlight, surrounded by their own kind, while he was forced to hide in the shadows, concealing his true nature. This internal conflict tormented him, and he yearned to embrace his monstrous self without restraint. Believing there was no redemption or escape from his cursed existence, he continued to hunt, feed, and survive. Aric held an equal disdain for other vampires as he did for humans. He used to live an average life as a human until he was transformed into a vampire one fateful night, altering his destiny. He cursed vampires and held contempt for distant humans, reflecting his disdain.
The story of Aric’s transformation into a vampire was not as extraordinary as depicted in books and movies. He was simply leading an ordinary life in a 150-year-old America, caring for his family of three — his wife and two children. He cherished his all-female household and sought to provide for them as long as possible. However, things took an unexpected turn when one night, his attempt to take a shortcut home on horseback led to a dreadful mistake. He believed there would be nothing to harm him in the jungle — perhaps just a jackal or a wild pig. But no, he encountered something entirely different — the protagonist of countless stories and tales, the villain of his own life: a vampire seeking to feed.
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Within seconds of a shadow passing him, Aric found himself on the ground, experiencing a sharp pain in his arm that spread to his neck. It felt like he had been struck by a poisoned weapon, as something began crawling through his blood vessels. The tingling sensation persisted throughout his body, his eyes welled up with tears, and his mind grew foggy. Through his half-opened eyes, he glimpsed a monster sucking his blood from his wrist. The monster briefly looked up and asked, “Do you want to die as a human or live…?” Aric couldn’t comprehend the rest of the question, as the fear of death overwhelmed the sensations of being bitten by the monster. Thoughts of his family flashed before his watery eyes, and his hunger intensified. He couldn’t abandon his family; he needed to return home. He chose to live. “As you wish,” the monster replied.
Afterward, there was a significant gap in Aric’s memory. He couldn’t discern whether he had slept or remained awake during that period. As he gradually regained consciousness in a bizarre environment, he found himself unable to remember anything. It felt akin to death, yet how could he be certain? He had never died before. Whatever had transpired, it was undeniably unsettling. His childhood memories unfolded before him as if he were watching his own life story. He witnessed his family mourning over his lifeless body, and he couldn’t comprehend why. He stood alone in the desolate part of the jungle, disoriented in time, space, and mind. Then, with an electric jolt, he returned to the present moment. His body was drenched in blood, and he sat on the muddy forest grass, accompanied by the monster. He wasn’t dead, and a few minutes later, he would wish he were.
The monster sat at a distance, observing him. Aric surveyed his surroundings and discovered his belongings. He sought something to defend himself with and recalled a wooden toy he had purchased for his youngest daughter — an exquisite wooden stick………………………………..
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