Ch 3: Indelible imprint

Adam was brought up by his loving parents that no one ever known of, not even Lilith. He was taught like a count from his childhood when he was in his teen years, his father didn't hide anything from him, he learnt about their friends and foes, their blood thirsty nature, their own cult that he carefully ignore still he do, and their legacy that's undoubtedly indelible. It was imprinted on my father's mind like a book which was now carried on to me. We were born with richness that's going to manage itself the auto generation of cash inflow. My grandfather had a youngest brother name Peter who ran away when my grand father was in his high school, why he did so, no one knew but my grand father left a huge book of family legacy that my father never care to read, he said it was too big for his character and personality, he gave it to me to read it, when I opened the book, it was written in Latin and Hebrew. I was stunned and amazed by my father's casualties of sharing the sacred family legacy with me then he came to my birth mother Lilith. She was grew up in small middle class family with whom my father loved to spend time from his childhood. Lilith's father knew that he was a son of the count. He lived to visit them on every new year. He celebrated with them. He was in love with my mother from the day he met. He was living with them after his brutal death of parents. My grand uncle Peter ambushed my father's parents when he was spending his new year's eve with my mother. He came in silence and killed them in their sleep. My father had no clue at first when he was at his own castle but the smell of his parents blood made him curious, at the age of only 15, he took his revenge to avenge his parents. He founded their hideout with his blood hunting nature then torn out their flesh by his own hands and jaw. He drank all the blood of my grand uncle's and became that night the count dracula, the ferocious and strongest vampire of their bloodline was only gentleman of my family that was my father. He lost all his sanity for few years after drinking his uncle's blood and his friends. He would not like to recall his memory of that time but only he was not the human at all as he was now. He drank one after another all man, woman and even children's blood especially of those who were impolite or cruel with rudeness to him. He did justified himself, only the despicable people he drank. During that changing period he turned to a very arrogant man when he accidentally drank my mother Lilith's blood. At first he could not concede his own thirst of pure blood, it was heavenly, he could still remember that. A taste of pure virgin girl's blood was something unexplainable. It was a taste of youth, energy and beauty. Before that night he never drank any young girls blood only man, woman and bad rude children. It was not his fault he was professing himself, your mother wore some kind of fragrance and fabrication that made him confuse to recognize her. After drinking her blood when she softly whispered his name then he immediately deserted her, his recklessness almost was going to kill his only beloved. When he left her, she was looking so lavishingly pure and beautiful, he could not refuse her to forget. From the next day, he tried to know everything about her, why was she in his town. She was there with her only good looking friend Edward, as my father described me. In his eyes Edward was that kind of a noble man who never down to earth even for taking his own penny from the ground. My father was a count dracula, the rich man who could not die without a wood stick that he never tried though as the myth and tale goes by, but Edward was a traditional American rich man who was suffering from his own mindset of family legacy that later killed him on the name of cancer.

Edward was in love with my mother but her interest on my father refused his royal mind to make her fall for him. His mind was more royally blue in my father's word. But father just love to tease Edward's traditional way of wooing my mother. Edward's refusal of accepting my mother's liking pushed her into my father. And my father was that sort of a guy who didn't mind when she was interested to him. My father sensed Edward's love on my mother but father didn't care about his royal nose but he did care of his own, my father was too selfish man who only cared about his own needs, he didn't refused my mother. He made her to fall in love with him then married.

Intentionally, my father made pregnant to my mother. Whenever he did that his enemies started to arrange different types of accidents for her to get her abortion. To save my mother, father hid himself from normal civilians and gave the right to take care of my mother to Edward. My father admitted the guilt of stealing Lilith from Edward but what could he do, he was condemned by her innocence and pure love. Father never relied on anyone before than Edward and Edward didn't break his beliefs.

Contrariwise, my father relocated his enemies that was sent by his uncle's wife, Agatha. During that time he learnt, his uncle had two sons and two daughters with their own kids. It made my father very worried about my birth because if they knew about me, they could have brutally murdered me and my mother. The good fate saved me as my father was saying, they didn't know about us, only grand uncle Peter, his wife and his own people knew this. His grand uncle hid the truth about his elder brother and his only son. Peter probably thought he could killed them secretly to be the only son of count dracula and the carrier of family legacy but he failed to kill my father Adam and died in the process. Later on, my father killed everyone whoever known about me and my mother and took hostage of my uncle's wife Agatha as a prize of my grand uncle Peter's private indulgence. He kept her in his own secret dungeon for his own appetite, whenever he needed to remember his uncle Peter's bloodline, he tasted her. Her royal blood of half vampire gave him abandoned youth and royalties. I was completely unaware and shocked by my father's words. I couldn't believe that he was like that. I could still remember the smile of his face when he was saying, her screams make me a human when I am with her. I love her screams, agony and despair, the desperation of getting freedom from me continuously which was unstoppable rather than often, that looks of her eyes, so kind and gentle when I drank her blood, her sizzling resentment of me, makes me feel cold chill relaxation over my spine. I couldn't resist the temptation of tasting her royal blood. Somehow, her wailing sounds from her mouth always trying to convince me to never let her go, so I never did. It took lot of courage to ask him about grand aunt Agatha any further, he said, as you are new to this traditional profession of your bloodline, you have to know that there will be no friends of yours, only enemies because you will always be better or best in everything, as you are thinking me as a cruel man I know, but that's the kindness which never would be shown to me if it was me. By hypnotism, we can control anyone, I never trusted or trust anyone because there were many risk involved, trusting someone with your own life and family heritage are actually harder than killing or taking your own life or others. I don't have to say or explain anything of myself just know that, everything I did and going to do, it's for our own safety measures. Life is not that simple, human or not there is no ends of selfishness. I have my own servants in the castle, they take care of grand aunt Agatha, don't worry, I am not as cruel as you are imagining. You have to sharpen out yourself because you are the next kin of mine. You will learn sooner than you think about your own capabilities, everyone have their own uniqueness, so do you, try to read that family book if you can, try to be more curious about your bloodline, ask me whatever you can think of, I will be delighted to answer your interest on our kind then he gave me a pleasurable smile and left me alone in his study room.