The Last Vampire (MiharuAya)

[JadedWaifu]

[Somewhere in the mountains...]

The pale boy stood naked as he peered out at the horizon. His feet were burried in the freshly fallen snow. When you've been dead for over 500 years your body stops feeling things like hot and cold, pain and pleasure. It all becomes numb.

Casper shifted slightly staring directly at the sun, his eyes wide open. Their crimson glow began to fade back to their usual light pink shade. He wiped a dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth, peering down at the bodies of a dead couple. They'd been hiking in the mountains and staying at a large cabin. He looked back at the cabin then to see if Amias was around.

He clicked his tongue in irritation as he placed his hands on his hips. He turned on his heel waltzing to the entrance of the cabin and opening the door. "Amias," he hollered as he stepped inside. His bare feet pat-pating on the wooden floor as he walked around the large mansion like cabin, snooping. "There's a mess outside." He picked up a sheer chiffon robe that was laying at the end of the leather couch in the living area. He put it on and began to pose as though he were modeling for some lingerie photoshoot.

 

[MiharuAya]

Amias was sitting on the back porch of the cabin. He was watching as the sun danced on the snow, causing beautiful lights to shimmer in an array of colors. As he sighed in contentment he noticed his breath cloud loom in front of him. This reminded him of how cold it's getting.

He continues to stare out upon the snow cover yard until he hears a sound. He was fairly certain it was Casper calling for him. Amias had left him to feed in peace and figured he must be finished. He quickly stands and makes his way through the large cabin to find his master. As he entered the living area he found him. He hoped that he hadn't made Casper wait too long and tells himself that he should be more attentive.

He looks up at Casper, locking eyes with him. He would do anything that he wanted him to do without a thought. "You called me, sir?" he asked, waiting for his orders.

 

[JadedWaifu]

Amias was his slave. He giggles, smiling at himself in the reflection of the glass of the wall window. No, it wasn't anything sexual. Just a little extra protection. Not that Casper wasn't capable, but being the last of his species there was always a target on the back of his head. Animals that go extinct are protected, but there's still someone that will always try and hunt them dead.

For Casper it was vampire hunters. They aren't Van Helsing, with wooden stakes and holy water. No, these guys were actually built to fight vampires. You see no regular human can fight a vampire, a real vampire. No enchanting a cross or getting lucky the boards on the window were old enough that they could break them open and light the fucker on fire. These 'humans' were born with individually unique mutations. Some physical, some mental and some meta physical. They were swore into the secret society by the age of 14. He'd been cleverly stealing a new candidate every 27 years for the past half millineum. Training them to be loyal from birth. Some might call it brain washing, he calls it education. They were still merely human and needed rigoris physical conditioning however.

Casper smiled slyly as he saw Amias' reflection approach him. Her turned around looking down at his adorable little pet. His sleepy pink eyes gazing at the small boys big blue ones. "Mess," he pointed with his finger to the open door that lead out front. "We'll stay here for the night, we've gotta lay low for a bit. When you're finished out there come in here and build a fire please. I'm gonna have a look around."

 

[MiharuAya]

Amias turned to look out the doorway where he could see the fresh bodies atop the white snow. He quickly listened to his instructions and nodded his head, "Yes sir." After he was done listening he went outside. Amias grabbed a shovel from the shed and started moving the snow to dig at the frozen ground. For most this would be a grueling task but he made quick work of it. He then placed the bodies of the couple in their newfound shallow graves.

After he was finished covering the graves he went to start the fire. He brought in several chopped logs that he placed in the mansions grand fireplace. He got some paper for kindling and in no time he had a large fire that was starting to warm up the home. He reached out his freezing hands and put them in front of the fire, admiring his work. He was glad to be inside next to the fire.

Once he could feel his hands again he started looking around at the expensive looking decorations. As his eyes drifted to the large painting above the fireplace, he saw a family portrait. It was the couple and who he assumed was their children. He noticed how happy they were. A tinge of regret pulls at his heart. No matter how many he kills he always feels bad for the ones who were innocent and only needed for their blood.

But that thought quickly faded as he started to look at the other things in the room. Passing the time until his master needed him again.