A girl with the brightest smile ever—at age 7, she was thinking about how lovely she would be when she grew up. But fate betrayed her.

She was just 10 years old when she realized how ugly she felt. A time came when people pointed at her; that was the time she felt her heart grow heavy.

She looked at the mirror and, for the first time, forced a smile onto her face. At that moment, she realized she was fat and her skin color was not "good" at all. She felt so much stress that, at just age 10 and also her mother left her alone, she started scratching her face and body until the marks turned red.

The smile started fading slowly. She realized she was a burden to all the people around her. She wondered why she was like this, why everyone hated her, and why no one understood her.

By the age of 14, she wanted to die, asking God why she was even alive. Every night, she felt like she wanted to end it all. She was suffering from bullying, and even the people in her own home ignored her.

She wanted to escape from that reality, but life did not want that for her. She began to want to become a monster, or a demon, or anything related to evilness.

And one day just like any other. She was sitting in the back of the classroom, her eyes fixed on the window, feeling the familiar weight of being ignored. Suddenly, the door burst open. The class teacher stumbled in, her face pale and her voice cracking as she screamed, "Vampires! They’ve attacked the city! They’re everywhere!"

Panic exploded. Students scrambled over desks, crying and shouting, but she stayed exactly where she was. Her face held zero emotion. While the world around her ended in a chorus of screams, she felt a strange, hollow peace. She didn't have the fear of death; she had lived with it for so long that it felt like an old friend.

Then, he walked in.

He was a pure-blood vampire, with hair as black as the midnight sky and eyes that glowed a terrifying crimson red. He walked through the chaos with a calm, predatory grace. He stopped right in front of her desk, looking down at her plain, unbothered expression.

"You are somewhat unique," he whispered, his voice sending a chill through the room. "Tell me... do you even know who I am?"

She didn't pull away. Instead, she let out a small, haunting smile.

Behind the black-haired man, his followers began to attack the classroom. In the middle of the violence, the windows shattered. A second man leaped through the glass—his hair was snow-white, and his eyes were a piercing, electric blue. Without a word, the white-haired man charged, his hand reaching out to strike the vampire in front of her.

Suddenly, a heat surged through her veins.

Before the white-haired man could land a blow, a blast of pink magical rays erupted from her palm. The force was so strong it threw the attacker backward, slamming him into the wall. The room went dead silent. Everyone—including her—stared at her glowing hand in total shock.

Seizing the moment, the white-haired man scrambled to his feet and vanished back through the broken window.

The black-haired vampire didn't chase him. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed, a loud, triumphant sound that echoed off the blood-stained walls. He looked at her with a look of pure obsession.

"I found you," he said, his red eyes burning

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 She stared at him, her expression as cold as stone. "What nonsense are you talking about?" she demanded. Her voice didn't tremble; it cut through the air like a blade.

The black hair man stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "You’re acting as if you know nothing about yourself."

"I don't," she replied flatly. "I have no idea what is happening to me."

Suddenly, a man appeared out of the shadows. He moved with an unnatural, predatory grace. "That man was a werewolf," He said, watching for a reaction.

She didn't flinch. She looked down at her hands, where a strange, vibrant pink energy was beginning to pulse. "So, magical energy is exploding from my hands and attacking people. And you’re telling me I should already know this? I’m telling you: I do not know what is happening to me."

He studied her for a moment. "Fine. If you truly don't know, I will tell you. You are an EV."

"An EV?" She repeated. "What is that?"

"An EV is a being that appears in this world only once every 10,000 years," He explained. "You possess a rare pink magic. When it first awakens, a lotus mark appears on your back. To a monster, your blood is the ultimate prize. If they drink it, they become the most powerful beings in the world—and they can never die."

A thin, mocking smile touched her’s lips. "Never die? So you mean they can hunt me and suck my blood whenever they please? I’m just supposed to play the role of the victim?"

"Yes," He said. "And because of that, I will give you two options. First, you become my servant. Second, I leave you here alone, and they will come from everywhere to attack you. Choose."

"I choose a better option," She said instantly. "I want to die. I don't agree to either of your deals. Just kill me now so I can die in peace."

He let out a short, dry laugh. "And what if I refuse to kill you?"

Magic flared in her’s palms, glowing a fierce, hot pink. "Then I will kill you."

"You think you can kill me?" His’s smirk grew. "You are mere prey. You’re only lucky I gave you options at all because of your bravery."

"Go to hell with your bravery," she spat. "I won't be a servant, and I won't be a victim. Not to you, and not to them. Say your last words."

She unleashed a blast of power, but it passed straight through him as if he were a ghost. Nothing touched him.

"You can't beat me with a power that has only just awakened," He said, his voice echoing. "Come with me to my world, to my palace. My name is Damien, Prince of the Vampires."

"So I'm supposed to go to a kingdom full of vampires who can bite me whenever they want?"

"No," Damien countered. "In my palace, no one is allowed to touch you without my permission."

"And you’ll help me for no reason? How is that possible?"

"You're smart," Damien admitted. "The price is your blood. You will give it to me once a week. That is all. If you don't, I won't help you."

"What's the difference?" She asked, her voice hollow. "If I stay here, they drink my blood. If I go with you, you drink it. Why does it matter?"

"They will drink as much as they want, whenever they want," Damien said. "I will take only a small amount, once a week. And I will keep those ridiculous monsters away from you. You aren't safe anywhere else."

She went silent for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine. I'll go."

"Then tell me," Damien said, "what is your name?"

"Morana."

With a wave of his hand, Damien tore a hole in the air—a shimmering portal. They stepped through and arrived instantly in a dark, towering palace.

"I have a question," Morana said, looking around the cold stone walls. "I have parents. If they can't find me, they'll go to the police station."

"I have already removed their memories," Damien said, watching her closely for a sign of pain. "Using my magic, I made sure they—and everyone else—have forgotten you. No one will ever remember who you are." He smirked, leaning in. "Are you sad now? Knowing your closest people have forgotten you forever?"

To his surprise, Morana didn't cry. She didn't even frown. Instead, she let out a cold, genuine laugh. "Do you think I care about them? No. I don't have 0.01% of a feeling for them."

Damien stared at her, genuinely shocked. "How heartless are you? These people raised you since you were a child. How can you have no feelings for them?"

"Do you have any idea how much I’ve suffered?" she asked, her eyes empty. "I have hated myself and my life since I was small. My mother left me when I was 9 and my father married another woman they didn't take care of me, ignored me and my own mother also didn't think of me they think I was a trash if there wasn't any law I would have cut their necks. Their memory of me means nothing."

"I... suppose I won't care then," Damien muttered. Clearly shocked by her coldness.

"I didn't ask you to."

Their conversation was cut short as the heavy doors of the hall swung open. A man walked in, his presence heavy and commanding. He had vibrant green hair and piercing golden eyes that settled immediately on Morana.

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Damien said, "This is my butler. He will show you to your room. Go with him." After saying that, Damien left the palace.

The butler said, "Nice to meet you, Madam. My name is Doyle."

Morana replied, "My name is Morana, and you can call me by my name. I will serve your master; I am not your 'Madam'."

Doyle said, "I cannot call you by your name because the Master brought you here and did not tell me if you are his servant or a guest. So please, come with me, Madam. Until the Master says otherwise, I will call you Madam."

Doyle took her to the second floor and showed her to a room. Then he said, "I will show you the palace and tell you about some places where you are not allowed to go."

As they were roaming through the palace, they came to a room on the third floor.

Doyle said, "You cannot enter this room."

Morana asked, "Why can't I enter? What is so mysterious about this place?"

Doyle replied, "There is something here that you must not ask about."

Morana said, "I don't want to know anyway."

Doyle smiled and took her to the dining hall. At that moment, Damien arrived.

Damien asked, "Did my butler tell you all the rules of my palace?"

Doyle said, "I was just telling her about the places she is forbidden from entering."

Damien said, "I will teach her the rest. Come with me, Morana."

Damien then explained the rules.

The Routine: After that day, once a week, she always had to give her blood. A servant would come to the room, make a small cut on her hand, and collect the blood. Morana also ate only in that room. Sometimes she walked through the palace, but after that day, Morana never met Damien again—until the day came for him to leave.

Damien was going to war.

Morana was in the Blue Rose garden when she saw him on a horse. She walked toward him.

Doyle said, "Oh, Morana. The Master is going to war against the Wolf Kingdom."

Damien rode toward her. He said, "Morana, for these next few months, your blood will not be taken. My butler will ensure your safety."

Morana asked, "When will you return?"

Damien said, "I am going to war. I do not know when it will end, but I think it will be a few months. I will try to finish this war as fast as I can. By the way, why are you asking me that question?"

Morana said, "Because for these next few months, I can rest in peace without someone taking my blood every week."

Damien smiled, said goodbye, and left for the war.

5 Years Later

Five years have passed, and Morana is now 19. Since Damien left, the servants have celebrated her birthdays with joy. Morana has almost forgotten that they are vampires because they behave so kindly toward her. She moves like a fairy in the darkness, and she has grown into a lady with a face and body so beautiful that everyone admires her. Some servants say she is so pretty they can't stop staring.

Over time, Doyle became her best friend. She often talks with him and the other servants. However, internally, she has developed psychopathic tendencies; she secretly laughs when people cry or when she sees blood. No one knows about this side of her, nor do they know she sometimes thinks about killing others. These remain her private, inner thoughts.

Currently, Morana is sitting with Doyle and asking him when Damien will return. Damien had originally said he would be back in a few months after fighting the Werewolf Kingdom.

Doyle said, "Morana, sometimes the Master stays away for many years when he is working. But he will return safely because he is the strongest vampire in the kingdom—the most powerful monster of all."

Morana asked, "What do you mean by 'many years'? How old is he?"

Doyle replied, "No one knows how old he really is."

"What do you mean no one knows?" Morana said. "He looks like he’s 23 or 25. Is he 100 or 200 years old?"

Doyle said, "I think you don’t realize that vampires live for thousands of years."

Morana frowned. "If they can live for thousands of years, why do they need an Eve’s blood to be immortal?"

Doyle explained, "Vampires depend on their bodies to live long, but they need an Eve’s blood to become truly immortal. If a vampire consumes Eve blood for a total of ten years, they can never die. This applies to pure-blooded vampires. For half-bloods, it only works on a specific date every 6,000 years."

"Which date?" Morana asked.

Doyle said, "June 3rd. Also... I have some bad news for you."

"What bad news?"

"Damien is arriving today," Doyle said.

Morana’s heart sank. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? That means as soon as he arrives, he will start taking my blood again."

"Yes," Doyle replied. "I only received the information this morning."

Morana began getting ready for Damien’s arrival.

(story to be continued...)

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