A thousand years ago…

Silence had fallen over the house; all the inhabitants had been sleeping, not noticing the horror coming closer to them in the cursed manor. The oldest of the children in the house was sleeping in her room in the top floor of the house. It was a mid-summer night the breeze was cool at night but the house was horribly hot, she was resting with room’s window’s wide open, tossing and turning in her bed stuck in a horrible dream. As she tossed and turned, not waking a boy watched from in front of the window, hidden by the shadows in the room, he looked down at the grave yard that sat not far from the backyard of the house. He smiled seeing others like him appearing on the grounds of the manor. He then turned his attention to the girl in front of him; he walked closer to the bed where the girl lay under rose red satin sheets. He stepped closer soundlessly, leaning over the bed and examining her face, not seeing what he wanted. He looked at the window, where another man like him was waiting in the shadows.

“Is it her?” asked the waiting male.

The male by the bed shook his head, “She has a bit of her in it, but she’s not fully there…”

The other sighed, “The towns’ people will be suspicious if another person living in this room passes away…”

“So what, let them be suspicious…” said the other male, snapping his fingers, making a black rose appear in his hand, he looked at the rose that was infected with an illness that would take out the person sleeping in the bed, “It’s not like they’ll be able to find us.”

“Still, young master, you shouldn’t keep killing innocent people.”

“Listen if you want her to come back, her soul has to be fully put together again…” said the boy, setting the rose on the bed beside the sleeping girl, “Which won’t ever happen as long as she’s alive.”

The other sighed, but nodded, “Alright, young master, let’s get back to your father…he won’t be happy if he hears that we are back at this house…”

The boy nodded, looking at the bed one last time, “I’m about to give up, what if she never comes back?”

The other shrugged, “Woohyun will be a happy man getting all the delicious blood.”

A hundred years ago…

Sirens filled the air as firefighters worked hard to douse the flames that were enveloping the old manor. Meanwhile two figures stood and watched the house get engulfed by scarlet flames; the older looked at the prince who stood beside him.

“Why did you do that? You know that they’ll just build a new manor in place of the old one…” said the older male.

“I know…” said the boy, he watch the flames light up the graveyard they stood in, “However, that house was the thing that kept her soul attached to mine…so with it gone, I can finally restore the connection with someone else and have both them and I connected to the new manor…”

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