Do we mean father as in heavenly father or like father father?

Well, we all have daddy issues I think

yeah we all have daddy issues but you literally killed your father

I have my reasons

Sure you do

Really?

Do I really need to tell you?

I look at Ephraim as he walks over the square. He makes me think of myself when I was still young. When my heart was still beating. When my life still had a meaning. I was young, perhaps twelve. It was a different time, it was a dark time full of hunger and despair. My mom was sick, she knew she wouldn't make it, my dad became obsessed with finding a cure for her, finding the secret to eternal life altough my mother begged him to stop his experiments became more haunting by the day. But alas, he became closer to the secret too. My mom felt she wasn't gonna make it and she didn't even want to make it so she gave me to a monk who crossed the whole land with me to take me to the abbey of Mont Saint Michel. It was the first time I felt truly at home, I felt truly the power of god within me. The priests and the monks inspired me to become one myself so I studied and studied and with time I came to remember everything, the two testaments, erasmus, everything, all the scholars, all the saints, I never stopped learning. I was devoted to the Lord. I believed in him with every fiber of my body. Untill my father arrived, he turned me into something so hideous that I couldn't stay in the monastery so he brought me back home and experimented on me. He locked me away and between the starvation, beating, experiments and utter pain I slowly forgot the testaments, I forgot the scholars, I forgot the saints and I forgot my dreams, I forgot life but most of all I started to believe how christ had had failed me. Why didn't he stand by my side? I slowly came to realize there's n god for men like me. There's no heaven for men like me and there is no hope for men like me. I became bitter, my hatred towards the church and all that surrounded it started to grow and when I was finally released from the clutches of my dad I hoped to find it again when I found an empty pit of nothingness where I left my faith all because I was not a creature respected enough to receive salvation. It broke me, how could He let go of a boy so desperate for His love, how could He just leave me? I hated the church and I didn't care about anything anymore, that's how I became a monster. I feel a tear rolling down my cheek unto the ground. It's a red tear. I cannot look in the mirror without wishing for my old self. I look into a window, there it is, the nothingness that is me. I turn around and start to walk home. I know I told you earlier I don't long for a beating heart but maybe I still do.

The first thing you see upon entering is a portrait of me. I managed my way into the aristocracy which many vampires manage to get in. It's not a boy with black hair a skin as white as paper and red eyes no, it's how I used to look, blue eyes that could light up a room, a smirk of arrogance and condecension, and my half long strawberry blonde hair. I was so beautiful, if i'd use that face again I would be still but I don't trust myself enough to make the decision to do that. For me, he is dead and he only left the hollow dark void of me. I wish I could be him, but I don't know where I'd leave my emotions. I want to sleep when I hear a knock on the door. I hate people and I don't get how it's possible because my land is surrounded by gates. I open the door. In front of me there's a handsome young man. He smiles, his half long dark brown fairly curly hair is resting on his shoulders, his blue eyes look unreal and he has a youthful Glow to his face, he has a tanned skin, he's probably from somewhere in the middle east. His smile is crooked so it looks very cheeky. He's wearing the latest fashion trends and everything about him seems to be perfectly groomed. I notice his nails and roll my eyes. "What do you want?" He smiles "I'd love to talk to you somewhere where we don't stand In the cold like this" he says in perfect french with a hint of a British accent that makes it even more attractive than normally. I hear his heartbeat though he is probably a vampire. I welcome him in and we walk into the living room. He puts down his suitcase and sits down. "What language do you prefer lord orantine?" "Honestly I don't mind" I look at him "athan, you can call me athan. And I believe you have something that belongs to me." "What?" "The ruby your father stole from my family years ago." I scoff. "How are you gonna proof that monsieur Athan. You didn't even tell me you whole name." He sighs and grabs something from his suitcase. It's a necklace identical to the one I'm wearing but it has a different stone. "How did you think I got here? I'm a vampire too, my families owns all of the sunlight jewels." I notice his ring which I know and than I notice the signet. My eyes widen and I immediately take a bow. "My prince, I didn't recognize you" "you've never seen me before so why would you recognize me, foolish lord? Is my skin not the right colour? Is my hair not straight enough? My eyes not red enough?" He stands up his pupils swallowed the rest of his eyes so his whole eye looks black. "Your father has the audacity to steal one of the most valuable things in our world and you think you can steal it back from him and not meaning to return it to our world. You are one of us aren't you my Lord but how much you try to tell people you love being a vampire it hurts you doesn't it?" His lips don't move his eyes are fixed on me and his nails look dangerously sharp. "Forget the past Lord orantine, we can only change the future." He says, this time his lips do move. "You don't get it, you're a legacy vampire" "I'm not, I'm not their real son. I was sired, making me their son. They also raised me but they decided to sire me when I was 16."  I nod "I'm sorry for all of my mistakes, your majesty." "You have to earn a ruby, so I will be here to observe you. I hope you don't mind and if you mind, I don't care" he says. I still hear his heart beating, or at least I think it's his I hope it isn't but I think it is.

I can't believe prince Athan Armand Karayan is in my house. He's the rank above Ephraim. He will become the leader of all vampires of the world as soon as his father retires, which will probably be very soon. I don't know much about Athan, I know that he's extremely powerful and he can take sunlight, I'm not sure if that's because of his ring though. He's beautiful and a perfect man in these times (the 1800's) he's so beautiful, I cannot take my eyes of him while he is reading a book. I don't know this feeling and it scares me. "I find it disturbing if you stare at me like that. My trip was long mister oratine, I'd like a good glass of blood." My ears hurt from the beating of his heart. There's one very important thing about vampire hearts if we meet or drink from anyone who is to be our equal so our other half as we call it, some call it mate some call it something else. I prefer to call it companion. We will hear the beating of the others heart. it nags in our head untill we make a companion bond. I get him a glass of blood.