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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)

When those children's red eyes bored into mine, they glinted with visible malice. They glanced toward each other, a secret kind of message, and then they turned to stride toward me.

They grinned maliciously at me, "Hello, pretty one."

I felt my face twitching; I heard that same word again. Pretty this, pretty that. Everyone calls me "the king," "the prince," and some other vampires since I left the tunnel.

Ironically, pretty is supposed to be a compliment, but it's more of an insult.

I didn't care if the vampire was a child, but he was a fat one, which reveals he was nurtured and cared for while growing up.

I didn't smile or say anything, which pissed the kid off. He glared sharply at me and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

I grinned, "Oh, my bad, I didn't hear you. All I heard was an annoying chirping sound that didn't shut up."

He glared at me, and some other kids gasped at me like I broke some law. I rolled my eyes.

ALEXANDER'S PAST (2)