Dexter

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The man squeezed his hand tightly until blood flowed along the edge of the little finger and squatted down and leaned towards me, filling my mouth with flowing blood. I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, it was already light, I do not know how long I had slept, but my body was burning with fire, as if I had literally been thrown into an open flame. I was tossing around on the bed and didn’t even think about where I was.

This was how my adaptation, my transformation into a vampire, took place. Raphael taught me, guided and mentored me. He helped me develop self-control before the thirst for blood, without rushing with a thirst attack on the first comer. He was my teacher, and then he became my friend.

When I grew up, got stronger, matured, I found my father. He was like the last scum, a wandering vampire who killed indiscriminately from extreme thirst. I could not recognize him at all as a native person once before. It was no longer my father, it was a monster, unreasonable and merciless.

- What do you think you’re going to do with him? - Raphael asked me. - He killed your mother, almost killed you. I think he would have done it if I hadn’t scared him off.

I watched him finish the last drops of his victim’s blood, completely oblivious to us.

- He’s not to blame for what happened. All this is just a sad coincidence. - I said, sadly remembering the old days when everyone was alive and happy. – He loved my mother and me very much. I think I should give him freedom, he should be together with her again. No offense.

When I tore out my own father’s heart, he looked at me with a smile, as if he clearly understood who I was. Although maybe I just wanted to believe it.

- By the way, can I ask why you saved me then?

- Hmm... I don’t know, maybe I just felt the same pain in you that I felt myself. I just wanted to share this burden with someone, as I was tired of being in the dark for so long. You reminded me of my humanity for a split second, and I seized on this thread as a hope that I could overcome myself. - he replied with sadness in his eyes.

/ The End of Dexter’s Memories/

The sadness in his soul never left him and there were times when he went crazy and awakened the ripper in himself, but we successfully overcame all this, I managed to pull him out of this state. And now my hands are sinking, I haven’t seen him in such a state yet. He is like a living dead man who is guided only by base needs and thirst for blood.

The most terrible thing about it is that he does not even remember about Thea, it’s like he has erased her name from his memory and everything connected with her. She was his salvation, but at the same time she is killing him, her existence has hardened him and reopened old wounds.

...

Finally sated, Amanda tore her lips from my neck, but her head was still resting on my shoulder.

- You’re so delicious... - she whispered, slightly embarrassed.

- Princess, are you doing this again? - I exhaled deeply, actually enjoying such frankness on her part.

- Why do you always push me away? - her arms wrapped around my neck. - Why, Dex?

- I’ve already told you... Well, really, you’re like a little kid. - I rubbed the bridge of my nose.

She pulled away and looked at me defiantly. That’s just what I needed. I could cope with her tears and even hysteria, but anger was more difficult.

- Are you kidding me? - She gritted her teeth, nostrils flaring prettily. – Knowing about my feelings for you, are you saying that I deserve better? But I don’t need the best, I need you! Really, your flat brain can’t understand this until now.

Her hands moved from her neck to her cheeks and she pinched me with an effort.

- Or maybe there is another woman in your heart? - Amanda demanded.

- God, what are you talking about? What woman? – I tried to get up and threw her off, I heard a grunt of displeasure behind me. – It seems that the food has done you good, now you look better, so I think I’ll go.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, imagining her menacing face behind me, but I didn’t expect her to throw a pillow at me. I staggered and turned around to immediately bump into her soft lips.

- Naughty girl. - I hissed into her lips, but I didn’t pull away. She wouldn’t let me do it, and I didn’t want to either.

It was our second kiss. The first one happened many decades ago, when Raphael introduced us. She immediately treated me with some trepidation, despite our age difference. Although whether it matters to vampires. She always looked younger than me anyway. And I liked her at first sight, but at first I couldn’t cross the line, because she was Raphael’s sister – it was confusing, and then to spite me she started flirting with other men and I started digging into myself, thinking that I wasn’t right for her at all. After all, I can’t give her anything but my unconditional love. She’s a princess, and I’m nobody.

But the second time I can’t tear myself away from her lips. I’m just desperately clinging to this chance, hiding behind her feelings, as if she’s to blame for this kiss.

- Will you date me? Answer me NOW. – she demanded confidently when our lips finally parted.

- I’m sorry, Mendy. – I touched her cheek and gently stroked her, but immediately received a noble slap in the face, which instantly brought me down from heaven to earth.

- Get out of my room! - She turned away and crossed her arms over her chest. Her tone was unbreakably cold. - And take those damn heads off the castle gates!

I’m really a jerk.

Fortunately, Amanda helped me to recover a little and remember that life in the castle has not stopped, it’s not the time to give up.

Oh, not the time.

I redistributed all state affairs to trusted people in order to relieve myself of this burden a little, leaving only the most important thing that could not be shifted to someone else’s shoulders.

There was also good news in this troubled period. Milos gradually came to his senses and his memory also returned to a significant extent, although there were still slight failures.

A week has passed since the disappearance of Princess Thea, and Raphael locked himself in his room and still did not come out, as if all signs of life had left him. If this continues, he will simply fall into hibernation, and we don’t really need that right now. I was looking for many ways to return it to an adequate state, but everywhere I came across pitfalls. In this state, I wouldn’t be surprised if he buried me somewhere in the garden, without even realizing who got into his hot hand.

But a week later I decided to come to discuss some important matters, but he was not in the room and it ... scared me.

No, I’m certainly not a cowardly person, but the recklessness of my king scared me no less than nasty nasty spiders. I really thought he had locked himself in his room and where is he now?

Having roused all the guards, as well as Richard, we searched every corner of the castle, but we didn’t find him anywhere. He seemed to have fallen through the ground. And two thoughts matured in my head where he could be: either he recovered from the shock and went to look for the princess, or...