The Past

Meanwhile, on one of the floors above, a brown haired who had his body leaning on the chair suddenly flinched. Something new to him. Instinctively, he marched towards the balcony rail and glanced at the scene beneath him.

His eyes suddenly widened in shock as though he'd just seen a ghost. His grip on the rail subconsciously tightened as his eyes looked at a particular person.

"How could it be her?!" He exclaimed.

Just as he felt himself losing his grip on the

rail, a hand tapped his shoulders, "Harold?"

He slipped out of his thoughts and turned his head to look at the source of the voice. A young female with a pair of brown almond eyes. Looking at her, he frowned but all of a sudden, the fear he had experienced a few moments ago dissipated.

"What do you want this time?" He asked coldly.

Once the female heard his cold tone, her eyes suddenly turned watery. She felt wronged, for heavens' sake this was her husband but why couldn't he speak properly to her?

Harold Vesper, a sanguine vampire was once Asari's lover. However, with the increased enmity between the Vespers and the Tylers, their relationship ceased to exist.

When the Tylers declared war on the Vespers for having taken their people as captives, the Vespers overpowered the Tylers leading to the downfall of their kingdom. The Vespers was a family pack of were wolves and the Tylers were of the vampires.

At that time, Asari was still a young vampire female. The survivors were taken in as blood slaves who were sold in the black dungeon. After a hundred years of being used as a blood slave, the young vampire female couldn't withstand such torture hence it led to her demise.

Their days as a couple were envious as they did all sorts of things that sweet couples do. Shopping, roaming around the vast city, talking by the moon, sneaking into each other's bedrooms, life seemed to be at their feet.

At that time when the innocent Asari sought him during the chaos, she halted when he saw him slaying one of her people. His eyes shone with bloodthirst and at that time, Harold caught a glimpse of the girl in a light blue dress.

Her eyes spoke of shock, and betrayal as she realised that he also bore this cruel side to him. Asari turned away in fear and fled away from the spot. Harold didn't want her to see this side of his but what was done couldn't be undone.

Harold threw his sword aside and ran after her. He tracked her scent and in no time, he found out where she was. She knelt before a tree that they normally sat on. It had become their favourite spot since their relationship began.

Harold glanced at the girl who had her back facing him. Even from afar, he could see her trembling shoulders and this wasn't what he wanted to see.

Feeling her presence, she spoke hoarsely though, "So this is what you were planning to do? Isn't it? Why?"

He heard her but he had no answers besides what could he possibly say? That our kingdoms were enemies? His thoughts were brought back to reality when he heard her say, "I should have seen it coming but why can't I believe it? Why?"

"I-" Harold tried to utter.

Turning to face him, Asari muttered, "I guess you're jubilating now. Hah! To think that you were so in love with me, how ironic!"

Looking at her tear-stained eyes, Harold felt a strong grip clenching his heart but the deed was already done. He swore if he knew things would turn out like this, then he wouldn't have done so but in life, there was no such thing as if.

"You know what, Harold, I somehow regret meeting you," she firmly resolved.

For the first time, she called him Harold and not Hardie as she did in the past. What went wrong? Why wouldn't she listen to me?

Harold glanced at the girl before and edged closer to her, "Repeat that?"

His menacing attitude scared her for a moment however, she now knew this was her enemy. Whenever Asari got mad at him, she would bite him and suck on his blood as a mode of soothing her anger. But at that moment she only felt disgust and hate for him.

One thing about his blood was that it intoxicated her. For a long time since she got used to feeding her his blood, she became blood bound to him. A whiff of his scent and she'd go crazy. Being a hybrid vampire, Asari would lose control over her powers but he'd somehow managed to tame her.

That day, no matter how he tried, he couldn't tame her. Harold obtained his pocket dagger from the heavens knew where from and slit his wrist, letting the blood drip on the ground and at the same time, letting the blood scent waft into the air.

Seeing this, Asari felt her heart thud beneath her chest. The scent of blood pervaded her nostrils but she didn't want to give in to it. Not to the person who killed her people.

"Asari, be a good girl and drink this blood. I know you want to," he taunted, advancing closer to her.

"Harold!, don't come near me with that in your hands," she shouted.

Harold didn't heed her shouts and kept going closer to her. He knew the effect his blood had on her, she couldn't withstand it.

"Harold, I'm warning you, don't come anymore closer," she warned.

However, he didn't listen to her and in the next few moments, he saw Asari transforming strangely. Dark veins popped beneath her eyes and her eyeballs turned dark as coal.

She looked like a zombie in the apocalypse. Raising her hands which bore claws she echoed, "I warned you, now don't blame me!"

At that moment, her sanity snapped when a voice filled her mind, "KILL THEM ALL!"

Harold wasn't spared a chance as he felt a sharp blade cut through his cheek. At that time, he felt foreign to this side of hers. Her dark eyes bore nothing but darkness and expressionless.

Nothing like bloodthirsty could be seen in her eyes but rather her ruthless actions did.

**Presently, **

Standing above the couple who had already left the spot, he couldn't help shuddering as he recalled that day. It had been a century since that event commenced but he still vividly remembered it. The faded scar on his cheek was a stamp for his history and he had to admit that she was scary.