"There is still a little bit of life in him. Dinner?" asked a young and skinny teenager.
"No, we shall breathe life into him." said the tall, long silver hair Charles with superiority." He shall be reborn." Charles knelt down and examined him. " He suffer a great amount of pain that is not necessary. Totally not his fault." Charles leaned towards his neck.
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" Sir, he might not live." reported Emily, the servant.
"Why?"
"He has been restless for days. Moaning, screaming, shaking and sweating profusely. It's terrible."
Charles smiled. " It's the venom spreading in his body, turning him into one of us. We shall see."
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Half a month later, one fine day, Emily was surprised to see that he was finally sitting up on his bed. She was excited, turned round to tell Charles the good news. When the clan finally made their way to his room, he disappeared.
Running furiously fast, Zas was madly searching for the one thing that quenches his thirst, blood. Finally, he found a lone hiker and jumped to attack him, aiming for his neck. Charles made it there on time, blocking his way, preventing him from doing so. Zas pounced onto him and the both of them were falling down into the meadow. Charles held the blood thirsty and energy filled new born vampire.
"You must learn how to control your desire." said Charles, holding down the restless Zas until he became calm and serene, thus he helped him get up
" I'm sorry." Zas apologised, his bright red irises beamed up at him.
"Come, I'll get us some drinks."
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