Victor always knew that Ralph was different...he had been tutoring young vampires over the years but Ralph's strength and hunger hits different.. He knows that if he's lead onto the wrong path... it's gonna bring about destruction to their world... Acknowledging the prophecy mia had when he was born, he surely is made for greatness... He smiled as Ralph uses his thumb to clean a drop of blood on his lips....
As the night deepened, Ralph stood on the castle balcony, overlooking the sprawling dark forest beyond.
The wind was cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and something else—something darker, more ancient.
He couldn't shake the image of the maid's blood on his lips, the way it had tasted like a promise of more. His body still hummed with the thrill of it, but something else gnawed at him, just beneath the surface.
"You're restless tonight," his father's voice came from behind him.
Ralph didn't turn around, but he knew the Vampire Lord had been watching him closely, scrutinizing every move since the duel earlier that day. "I'm fine, Father," Ralph replied, his voice a little too sharp.
His father stepped beside him, the air growing even colder in his presence. "Do you know what it means to be ready, Ralph?" The Vampire Lord's voice was low, heavy with unspoken expectations.
"It's not just about strength. It's about control. Mastery over yourself, over your hunger, over others. Power isn't just something you take—it's something you command."
Ralph clenched his jaw. His father always spoke in riddles, never giving a direct answer. He could feel the weight of his father's gaze, the expectation pressing down on him like a shroud. He wanted to lash out, to prove he was ready, but something held him back.
The silence stretched between them before the Vampire Lord spoke again, softer this time. "Your 20th year approaches. You'll be called to make a choice, Ralph. You must decide what kind of ruler you'll be. Will you be feared, respected... or both... Have a good night rest " He vanished...
Staring out into the vast, darkened lands of his father's estate. The weight of his father's words lingered, heavy in the cool night air.
He was nearly twenty, on the brink of what every vampire saw as true adulthood. He had always known that day would come. But the thought of choosing between being respected and feared??. Of course it is both... What has a young vampire lord got if he isn't feared and respected...soon his thoughts shifted to the part whereby he has to choose a bride..
He has never really been interested in ladies... He has no feelings towards any either... But now he has to choose a bride to spend the rest of his life with..a bride that's worth being called his woman...