The Curse of The Vampire King

Prologue

"He will fall in love with her, but she will hate him. She would be the lowlest of beings but he would crave her touch. She is his antidote, cure, that he can never have. He will be a blasphemy to his generation, she would be the one to redeem him. He is the cursed one."

Thunder striked as the witch lifted the little boy she held in her arms.

"Is there nothing we can do, why will he be cursed."

The witch laughed hysterically.

"My dear, there's nothing that can be done, unless he meets her."

"Unless he meets who?" The mother of the little boy asked as she huddled in the arms of her husband.

She was scared, she wanted nothing to happen to her little boy.

The witch said nothing, just kept on chanting words in Latin, raising the crying baby boy up and down as she directed him straight at the top of the gods.

"Ma, did you get my wife's question..." The father of the little boy asked again.

"Shush... The gods are communicating to me."

The mother of the boy was shedding tears, uncontrollable tears, because she was tired.

This was her baby.