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Six years ago, Blake remembered it like it was yesterday. Watching my family being engulfed in flames, screams in the night akin to wailing banshees, and vampires attacked every member of his family with their sharp canines.

My father, a strong warrior fighting against terrible evil, told me with hard eyes, “Run, my little brave one. Never look back.”

His father pushed me against the forest, and my family died from the vampire attack. 

I’d been on the run for six years in the underground tunnel; darkness became my world until one day the underground tunnel was discovered by the vampires. 

They entered the tunnel like a deadly wave, capturing each individuals like me on the run, and I grabbed a sword, and I slashed the golden-masked man in the front.

However, the mask didn't break, and the cold eyes stared at me like ice, and the man reached out to grab my thin neck, and he said in a low voice laced with menace, “Young one, you are the first one who dared to attack me openly.”

His smile became sinister, and he threw me to the ground with a painful thud to my spine, and his words brought a chill to my heart, but it didn't erase the hate in me. 

Despite me trembling with fear, I did something bold and outrageous.

I spat in his face.

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Can Blake, who grew up in the underground tunnel, survive as a tyrant vampire prince’s slave? Come and find out! Read and find out what happens next.

The Vampire Prince’s Slave (BL)

I asked David, who seemed to ponder on the matter. He looked around the room and grabbed a black helmet from the walls with wires hanging down, along with a syringe.

He tells me, "Sit down next to the prince."

I looked at him suspiciously and sat down but didn't forget to ask, "What is that?"

He explains in a calm tone, "This is the helmet that will connect your brain to the dreams. But this time I will connect the wires to the prince."

I watched him with curiosity and caution while he connected one end of the wire to the prince's shoulder, who continued to resemble, and beads of sweat formed on his face.

I watched him and thought this was the first time he really didn't look so good, vulnerable and weak. Sure, he looked weak before getting whipped, but his eyes always remained unyielding and unwavering, like nothing in the world could touch him.

ALEXANDER'S PAST (1)