Dimitri
I had been working as a postman for almost a month now. Let me tell you that it was not easy at all. I had to walk to deliver these messages. I had to deliver each message to the owner and have them sign the package. I was not allowed the car we came in with because, I had to buy my own one with money I had earned. I can’t believe my dad really refused for me to keep the car. So, Damien had been taking the car to wherever he went during the day. Thus, every day for the past week, I would come back home with extremely sore feet. My legs couldn’t handle walking for so long.
Then, I also had to live in an area filled with constant temptation. Kena is filled with humans. I think I only saw 3 vampires since I got here. I guess it makes sense since this is the furthest city from the kingdom. See the closer to the kingdom, the more the supernatural creatures there are. After all, it is not easy having to control the urge of slipping my fangs into an open enticing human throat. Honestly, I feel like some of these people are just asking for it. The women wear these open neck dresses and tops constantly. Thus exposing that smooth neck. And I just cannot handle it when they tilt their heads just a little, making that jugular fill up underneath their skin.
One of the rules for my journey was that I was not allowed to drink any human blood. Yes, Damien had to make sure of that for me. After all, I could just have my fill and compel the human to forget everything. The first few days were the hardest to control the urge. But I think I have my urges in control now. I usually force myself to focus on something completely different and go into an overthinking spiral. Yeah, it turns out that overthinking can be useful at times.
Working at the post office wasn't too bad. I made enough money to sustain myself in Kena. Luckily, they paid me weekly. Because my dad did not even give me money to pay for the place I would sleep in. So, I had to compel hotel managers to give us a place to sleep. After my first week, I could afford a small two bedroom apartment with quite a bit of cash to spare. I must say that this village was very cheap in terms of living conditions. Being a vampire had its perks. And one of those perks was that I only needed blood for sustenance, so I saved some money by not buying food.
Now human blood is divine, but animal blood would be enough to sustain me too. Dad strictly said I should be as human as possible after all. Anyways, I do still like some of the human foods. I mean before I was turned, I was practically human. The spices and flavors are still wonderful for my taste buds. Even though they were not close to the taste of metal that I got from blood. With my current salary, I am able to have some human food every now and then as I see fit.
I was extra happy today because of two things namely, I had three months left before I could finally go home and see my family. Yes, I had officially completed a quarter of this tiresome journey. Secondly, I could finally send a postcard to my family and check in with them. I missed them terribly and I knew that Damien missed them too. We were planning on writing our cards to them later tonight. Then we had to pack up and leave for the next village, Shepal
I currently had one letter left in my cart that I had to deliver for today then I was done. The only annoying thing, was that I didn't know where this house was. My legs were extremely sore from all the walking I had done with all the other letters I had already delivered. Just as I was about to give up and head back to the office, I stumbled upon a sign that said Mrytle Road.
Relieved that I had found the correct street, I began making my way to the house. I had to deliver each letter into the owner's hands. Then they had to sign off that they got their mail. Apparently, these messages are sent off as of utter importance.
I was so deep in thought about what I had to do when I finally got home today that I subconsciously rang the doorbell at the entrance and patiently waited for the owner. I had so much packing to do. Also, as a treat for finishing my first month, I was allowed one human feed. Boy, I could not wait for that treat. The thought alone had me salivating. But then the craziest thing happened instead.
I heard her walking before I saw her. There was young maiden who came to answer the door. She had blonde hair just like I always loved. Her skin looked so soft and smooth. She looked like she was glowing. It was angelical. She was... just PERFECT for me. I literally couldn't take my eyes off her. My beloved mate. So quick fact, vampires like myself do not smell their mates, we see them. Legend says that when a vampire sees their mate for the first time, their undead hearts beat in recognition. Well, that is not possible, but I sure was left breathless from seeing her right now.
She on the other hand, seemed somewhat disappointed in me. Her surprised face turned into a scowl as she observed me from head to toe. Which seemed to do the trick and pull me out of my trance of admiring her. "Get in and follow me," she said rapidly and immediately started heading back.
It was only when I was walking behind her that I finally took in my surroundings. This house was humongous. It was the most beautiful one in this whole neighborhood. Clearly, she was a rich woman. Who was she?
Dimitri"Well, Mr. Postman where is the letter you came to deliver?" she asked pulling me from the task of admiring her spacious house. We had just passed a corridor that had been lined with countless paintings of many men and a few women. In fact, I had only seen three female portraits amongst the dozens and dozens of men. Each picture was distinctly divergent from the next. But even a blind man could not deny the one stark similarity all the portraits on the aisle shared. They carried an air about them. I cannot exactly tell you how I could tell this from mere paintings, but I guess it had something to do to do with how they held their noses up in the air as if the oxygen a millimeter above w
Dimitri"Well, for someone who just finished their first month of slaving themselves, you sure are happy," Damien said. Even though his voice was void of any emotion, I knew Damien well enough to read the sarcasm undertone of that sentence. Damien always did have an odd sense of humor. Or rather an odd sense of sarcasm in this case. This trait of his resulted in him not making many friends which meant that I was his closest friend too. Anyways, this odd sarcasm was the only kind of fun Damien ever displayed since that fateful day. For his own sake, I hoped that when he falls in love someday, he would reconnect with that joyful side of his again. Lord knows he deserves only the best that this world has to offer. After all, his serious face was starting to make him look much older than he actually is.Damien was not lying though. I should have been happy. I had just finished a month of slaving myself off successfully. I had actually worked a normal job with normal hours
DimitriDespite my emotions telling me to go tell Destiny everything and win her heart, I actually left her behind. Yes, Damien talked some sense into me and I made the logical decision. I am to be king and I can’t be making decisions based on emotions. Honestly, speaking Damien would make for a better king than I. He had all the traits of a king now that I think of it- kind, firm, logical, intelligent, understanding and so on. You name it and his got it. I mean I couldn’t deny the logic that Damien used to argue with me so, I had no choice but to leave Destiny behind.It was currently two weeks since that fateful day that I met my precious mate. And what an encounter that was. But I had to be strong and finish the task at hand. I couldn’t let my emotions overtake my work ethic. I felt dead inside without her close to me. I hate this feeling so much that I wish I hadn’t even met her. Then I would be happy. Ignorance is bliss after all. What was
DimitriI honestly wasn't even a bit surprised. My mate had made it pretty clear that she was just after money. But I at least expected her to wait until after meeting me again. She was looking for me so why couldn't she wait until she found me before proceeding with her plan of marrying this guy? Did I really not mean anything to her? I mean even if she didn’t pick me which hurts, she still needed me to have children. So, why was she rushing to get married despite not having me agree to her horrific terms? Damn it, woman are frustrating! The one second you think you know them, the next you realise you were lying to yourself all along."Now, I know of everyone who lives in this shitty village and your face is one I haven't seen before. Who are you...Mr Postman?" a female's voice spoke out of nowhere breaking my train of thought. I was really annoyed right now and even more so pissed at the opposite sex for the sins of my mate and now some female dared speak
DimitriWhen I finally got home, it was sometime close to midnight. I really did spend a lot of time in the human bar. Because of the time, I would normally sneak into the house such as to not wake up Damien. But being a vampire and all, he would hear me no matter how sleek I was. It was the thought that counts anyways. But today I had no energy to do so, besides in the past Damien has always been up waiting for me to return. So, I decided that I would just walk in the front door. Before opening the door, I mentally readied myself for his overload of questions on my whereabouts. Damien was sort of like my father. He would want to know where I where I was, with who, and why.Surprisingly, though when I got into the house, Damien was nowhere in sight. I could not even smell him. This fact put me on edge so, I quickly did a full sweep of the house as I was under the impression that something was horribly wrong. Damien was never out at such a late hour. Besides, he always
DimitriThey say that the brain functions 24/7. That even when you are sleeping your brain is still busy working. It is said that the brain consolidates memory when we sleep. Thus, to remember things better, one needs to sleep enough to give the brain time to consolidate. Sleeping enough, also has many other health benefits but that applies only to human bodies. For some reason after Damien's words registered in my mind, it seems that my brain decided to finally take a break from all that working. After all, it has been working for almost a hundred years now.I expected there to be so many thoughts running through my mind all at once in this moment. Like I said before, I have a degree in overthinking and all. But somehow just like a computer, my brain had frozen. I could tell that Damien was still speaking, but I could not comprehend the words that he said. My brain could not process the first words that had just come out of his mouth. I was stuck on that very statemen
Dimitri"The Lunar pack is our safest spot to hide Dimitri," Damien argued. I looked at Damien and had to admit that he has looked better. He was pacing up and down the tiny lounge area as if on a mission. His hair was extremely disheveled which is due to the fact that he kept running his hands through his hair in frustration. But then again, I am certain that I looked way worse than Damien. I mean he still had time to shave while I had let my stubble grow. I cannot recall ever putting a brush to my hair and the dye I had was starting to wash out. I also cannot recall taking a shower in the past few days.I just could not believe that my best friend was actually being serious right now. He wanted us to live with werewolves. Now, I have nothing against werewolves. But to live in a pack is totally absurd. Yeah the werewolves are strong, so if we get attacked they could totally help us out, but for all I knew they could be working with this damn Seneca who killed my famil
DimitriHumans were interesting creatures. They all seemed put together in the greater scheme of things. But if one just looked a second longer at them, one would see that they were far from the term put together. Whereas we vampires embraced our beasts and sometimes even indulged in them, humans try to hide theirs. Thus they are at constant war with themselves. No wonder most of them are depressed. One has to be a peace within oneself. To accept and love oneself exactly as one is. How have they not mastered this task still?Damien and I had been living at a Hotel for the past couple of days now. I was basically in every news article. Even in the human world, I was wanted. Luckily, the only photo there was of me when I was 20 years old. I was a kid back then so I look different. Hating publicity did finally pay off. But that still didn’t mean that I was off the hook. Seneca had offered quite a large sum of money to whoever could bring me back alive to her. This w