The Sanguine Curse

The tale of an elven descendant's rebirth

Ciri descendant

Chapter 1

     She travelled through time

Not literally.. but in some cursed way. I would find her, but it felt like only moments of my time passed before death would take her away from me again. Searching across oceans of time only to find the next version of her before I lose her again. Time was not the same for her as it was for me. My time is infinite, as long as I should choose so. Her time is not. But her time is like an ever expanding room full of clocks. When one clock stops, the next starts. Centuries worth of clocks wound down. Each time, the boiling blood in her veins awakened me, leading me like a beacon to guide me to her, lifetime after lifetime. The girl’s curse was some kind of a blessing to me. She was mortal but immortal. Each iteration of her I held closely and carefully. Godless and Hellbound, I have watched over each of her as dutifully as an angel that had been sent by God Himself. I'm no angel, but something else. Whatever I am, I know that I would defy the forces of Heaven and Hell for her. Some say I should fear an almighty god, but what is a god to a non-believer? I could quit doing this- going on to protect her, gain her and, lose her time after time. I do not even have to continue existing. My ending flirts with me as a nod and a wink. But these two I am sure of: I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her, and they call me a vampire.