The Master Vampire Past Lover

PROLOGUE

Year 1850...

•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•

The door creaked open as a tall man with a tousled blonde man bun stood motionless in the dim light. His breath hitched, hands clenching and unclenching, and his heart pounded in his chest as he took in the scene before him. The lifeless body of Camille Rosé, his beloved, lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving floor. Her head twisted at an unnatural angle, her left hand cruelly severed, and dark crimson stains smeared across the room's once pristine walls.

Taking slow strides towards the already dead body, the man switched on the lamp in the room and he felt some emotions he couldn't decipher.

Anger or grief? He couldn't say.

When he got to where the fragile and cold body laid, he sat on the floor, his hazel eyes with silver fleeks observing the body before he turned it around. Her long wavy black hair was all over her face. Seeing that, he tucked it behind her ears, getting a sight of her eyes - which were opened, and as usual, her beautiful honey eye orbs were filled with love, however lifeless. Gently, he used a finger to trace the face of his lover before he closed her eyes and placed a kiss on her forehead.