"It's said that life has more meaning than you think. Your existence, the mere fact of you being born, is the biggest blessing that will ripple into the future with consequences as vast as a butterfly effect, creating an impact that resonates far beyond what you can imagine.
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After days had passed, the police officers involved in the accident were brought to the interrogation room at the headquarters of the police department in Whitedale, the main city. Surprisingly, they were completely fine and stable, despite the severity of the crash. They had been released from the hospital just a day after the incident.
During the lengthy inquiry, they recounted every detail, from the moment they spotted the deer on the road to their heated argument and the subsequent crash. However, when it came to the mummy, they were clueless. It had vanished without a trace. The investigation team analyzed the footage from the surveillance cameras at the Black Forest, where the accident had taken place, but they found nothing significant. The incident soon became a sensation on the internet, with "lost mummy" becoming a top trending topic.
The scene of the accident was desolate, and the rain that had fallen that night made it even more challenging to find any leads. The police reported that they discovered the dead deer and a set of bare footprints belonging to an adult man, leading to the woods, about half a mile from the crash site. Despite using trained dogs and modern equipment, the search yielded no results, turning the case into an enigma.
The internet community was divided in their opinions about the incident. Some speculated about robbery and theft, while others delved into discussions of paranormal activity, fake news, and conspiracy theories. As the mystery surrounding the lost mummy deepened, the virtual world was abuzz with intrigue and speculation, each theory more fantastical than the last.
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In the depths of his memory, all that lingered was the haunting darkness of a cave, the overwhelming presence of an enigmatic figure, and the sensation of being guided inexorably towards the sea. But from that point onward, everything faded into an eternal abyss, a never-ending cascade of suffocation and icy betrayals that left him lost in a void of forgotten memories.
In the realm of everlasting life, existence stretched endlessly, an unbroken chain of centuries filled with blood that had lost its purpose, a heartbeat forever silent. Physical pain may come, but it is fleeting, quickly healing without the prospect of lingering. Immortality brought with it a burden of its own, a life that never ends, a journey through time with no destination, and the yearning for the fleeting beauty of mortality.
Even the gift of natural death became a distant choice, an elusive escape from the eternal cycle of existence. Yet, for him, the most agonizing aspect was not the endless years or the inevitable march of time, but the piercing pain of betrayal. Like a blade through the heart, the sharp emotions would penetrate his being, leaving him shattered into a million pieces, an immortal soul burdened with the torment of betrayal.
As he emerged from the depths of his long dream, he felt the gentle raindrops kissing his face, tracing a path down his cold body. The chill in the air was already there, but an even colder sensation enveloped him—the weight of loneliness. On that peculiar day, after an abyss of solitude, he heard the sweet chirping of baby birds accompanied by the comforting presence of their mothers. The world around him seemed unusually vibrant, tinged with an unfamiliar sense of apprehension. The long and wide pathway that stretched between the woods appeared peculiar, wide enough to accommodate five massive carriages drawn by ten horses each, a sight that left him feeling both intrigued and unnerved.
The water splattered around him, creating a symphony of raindrops as they kissed the surface. The earthy scent of wet soil filled his senses, a familiar fragrance that had accompanied him through countless centuries. With a gradual awakening, he opened his eyes, revealing their shimmering silver hue, and rose gracefully from the ground, like a creature of elegance and poise born from the essence of nature itself.
The rain continued to cleanse his body, washing away traces of human blood that clung to his skin. A deep thirst gnawed at him, an insatiable craving that water could never quench. He became acutely aware of his nakedness, the vulnerability of his form exposed to the elements.
He sensed a presence, and then he heard it—the rhythmic, alluring heartbeat of a living being. With a jolt of surprise, he placed his right hand on his bare chest, only to find no heartbeat.
"What was I hoping for ?, realization washed over him as he stood there with his eyes closed, feeling the raindrops falling on his face.
His silver eyes searched and fixated on the source, his primal instincts taking over, drawn to the essence of life that pulsed before him.
If that place was heaven, he knew he had been mistakenly taken there. The cold-blooded monster would never find solace in such a divine realm; it was the curse they had accepted for thousands of years.
Cough...! Cough...!
Alerted by the sound, he found two humans inside a strange-looking black thing.
~Swooshh~
With an almost supernatural swiftness, he darted towards the van, swiftly pulling the injured officers out and laying them gently on the road. Their bodies were severely damaged by the accident, teetering on the verge of death. The aroma of blood was enticing and irresistible especially when that very blood called out to him.
He could hear and feel the life pulsing through their veins, a tempting offer to quench his age-old thirst. Yet, he resisted the urge, knowing that draining them would mean their demise.
Despite being a predator at the top of the food chain, he still retained the humanity that his parents and ancestors had taught him.
He observed how fragile humans were, a pang of guilt and remorse washed over him. His instincts told him that he might be the cause of their condition, and his inner struggle intensified as his fangs, long concealed, resurfaced, reminding him of his monstrous nature. Determined to save them, he hissed and bit into his right wrist, offering his ancient blood to both of them. With each drop, their wounds began to heal, and he hoped that his gift would be enough to bring them back from the brink of death.
In the stillness of the night, he felt the presence of a deer nearby, its scent beckoning him. With a graceful swiftness, he soared through the darkness, guided solely by instinct, until he finally reached the elusive creature. Thirsty and exhausted, he drank from the deer's life-giving essence, savoring every last drop. But his immediate need quelled, he now faced another challenge: finding a place to rest. The dense wood provided little solace, as he was a stranger in this unknown territory. While darkness was no obstacle to his vision, his strength waned, leaving him vulnerable and disoriented in this unfamiliar realm. The night concealed both dangers and opportunities, and he would need to summon his resilience to navigate through this mysterious world.
In the woods, fear of being attacked for trespassing consumed him. But luck was on his side as he stumbled upon an unusual, deserted house. Seeking safety, he cautiously entered, grateful for this chance to rest in the midst of the unknown.