Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Blood Clan Princess VS The Newly Embraced Human Girl [Extra]
He was a Third-Generation Vampire, the noblest of purebloods and the most powerful existence within the entire Blood Clan.
Yet, he was a man destined not to love.
For he was born with a curse, and the one who cursed him was his own mother.
His power was so immense that he nearly drained all her energy while still in the womb.
She feared him, cursed him to die young, but her curse did not succeed.
The moment he voiced his first cry was when the woman who bore him extinguished her last breath.
He knew this from birth, so he clearly heard the woman use the last of her life force to cast the most vicious curse on her own son.
“You monster! I curse you: you shall never be able to approach the one you love, or else you will bring her misfortune, you will be her death hahaha!”
He hadn’t taken it seriously before, for what feelings could withstand the prolonged trials faced by a vampire’s lengthy lifespan?
Everyone was just playing around; as long as one didn’t invest true feelings, the curse would never come to pass.
But, he didn’t know that feelings were among the most uncontrollable of things.
He fell in love with his fiancée.
What man could remain unaffected by such a woman?
It was ironic indeed; he was her betrothed, supposedly the one with the most legitimate claim to her, yet he was the one who couldn’t get close to her.
He could only constantly drift among various men and women, earning himself a reputation as a libertine to avoid facing his true feelings.
He watched as Yekaterina’s gaze towards him shifted from initial anticipation to disappointment and, finally, calm indifference.
He knew she had given up on him.
He saw that human woman named Rita, with red curls like Yekaterina’s, fair skin, and even those brown eyes resembled her dark golden ones.
So he transformed her.
In the quiet of the night, he would treat her as if she were his fiancée, deceiving himself in the process.
Rita was too clever; she saw his feelings for Yekaterina, and even she herself was drawn to her.
In anger, he chased people away, wishing that all who harbored feelings for Yekaterina would disappear.
But what about the man Yekaterina herself liked?
No one told him what to do about that.
As he watched her exchange smiles with that human named Lancelot, he could no longer contain himself and voiced the feelings he had concealed for thousands of years.
What he received in return was her surprise and disbelief.
Yes. He ridiculed himself. With his past actions, who would dare believe he could be sincere?
He couldn’t accept it, so he challenged the human to a duel.
In truth, the moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them; such despicable behavior was not like him.
The man didn’t disappoint him. A human, possessing such formidable strength, was worthy of her.
Since he could never give her happiness, he might as well wish her well.
He told himself to let it go, but why did his heart, long numb, hurt so much?
He knew that no matter how powerful he was, a human’s lifespan was ultimately finite, although he didn’t understand why Yekaterina wouldn’t transform him.
He had a vague premonition that if that man left, he would likely never see Yekaterina again.
Indeed, she lay down and never woke up.
From then on, he was alone, watching over the vast Blood Clan, eternally.