"AAAAHHHH" Expensive items breaking, glass shattering and blood everywhere... The dark room that's filled with broken items, and the loud scream that's replenished with painery and sorrow. "Huff.. huff" I looked at the rose that's painted with bloody red shining from the moon below, as a petal fall it turned to ashes gray. My deep breathing echoing the room like the flowing wind whispering at my ear, my fingers that's full with cuts and blood.... "AAHHH" I yelled and shatter every glasses once more, till I fell asleep with the bed of roses and shattered glass. As I dreamt of myself surrounded by succumbing water with petals of roses, there I couldn't breath. And the thought that "No one will save me from this binding curse" filled my mind. "gasp" I woke up from that dream.. the dream
that I'm stuck with "Good morning prince, your breakfast is ready" said the butler outside of my room "Leave it" I replied. I got up of bed to change my clothes, and walked out of the room. I am the inheritor of the Claritin family, I "Prince Crimson IV Claritin Bordeaux" a noble vampire the only son and the only survivor of the Claritin family. The Claritin has many histories unfold even before I was born and has once engulfed with many wars that are supposedly not to get involved with, scream and terror of blood on the grounds, fight for the throne as it covered with blood and power. All of this has happened, this mansion was once burned to reddish fire and my very father was burned with it, while I was left alone leaving with nothing. But to think I'll come back in this mansion even tho it's left with nothing, it might sounded impossible but I rebuild this mansion back to where it's standing and hired maids and bulters to clean and redecorate the interior then the exterior. Now that I'm back, humans and even vampires intend to attack me and destroy the mansion. Because they are feared, that I would rule or might destroy the whole world. Because I was known as "The Cursed Crimson Vampire". Before my parents died they despise me ever since I was born, everything I do and I everything I would do they never cared, because of the curse that's within me. When I was just 5 years old I have a pet white rabbit, so fluffy he is with it's crimson eyes like mine. Sometimes I wonder what will it look like when it's covered in blood, I tore that rabbit apart as the maid saw me with fear in her eyes. After seeing the blood I had no interest of drinking it nor eating the rabbit itself not because it was my pet, I just can't. After years and years went by, I lived my whole life not drinking animal or human blood, not even vampire blood.
You can tell if a vampire has drinked blood or not, if their eyes are fully red like the blood itself. My eyes are the crimson color, they can't tell wether I've drinked blood or not because the crimson color is the family color of red. My mother's eyes were once crimson she said, if I would describe her she is the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Her skin white like the fluffy clouds, her long black hair silky smooth and her lips red like cherry. She may be beautiful but she's just a gold digger, she once intend to kill father in his sleep. But in the end she was caught and was killed by thorns that surrounded her, my father who was left betrayed and heartbroken for the very first time in my life he gazed at me. "Crimson, I know I have never been a good father to you... But as the inheritor of the Claritin family you must know not to trust anyone, not even the people you love." Those are the first words I have heard from my father himself.... As when I was a bit more matured in my age of 16 and father is now old, and have learn things that if I trust someone they'll leave you with betrayal. I've decided to burn down the entire Claritin Mansion with my father inside and everything that has happened. Yes I'm the one who burnt the mansion and the one who rebuilt it, I'm the one who killed father..... After years passed by, I longed for nothing except power... But one thing is that I can't escape the reality that I'm bearing, the curse that's so painful that others can't handle. A nameless and colorless curse, with no cure.
At the garden which is filled with white roses... "Prince, may I have a word?" Said the butler "What is it?".. "Prince I think it's time for you to drink blood, I have been by your side ever since you were born. I don't want to see you suffer anymore".... I hesitated but.. "Fine".
