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      Earth was no longer the same. Many things have changed when demons come. They called themselves vampires, but they were not like those from fairytales that tell of bad children. These were much more perfect and most of them were stylish. They had their own societies. Unlike their predecessors they could walk freely, not only at night but during the day without fear of daylight.

     They were much stronger than before and they were not afraid of anything. They sowed darkness and there was nobody to stop them. People also have changed after their appearance. Their blood was contaminated and they were demons waiting to be awakened. If they drinking blood or be bitten by a vampire they become like them. Sounds ugly and sinister, but it’s the truth as painful to be.

     The world no longer belonged to the people although they still don’t know it. All lived in a delusion without being aware of it. They served and interacted with the demons and they were not even aware of it.

     Over time, things began to change in the vampire community. Some became merciful and compassionate towards people. They neglect their own evil nature to help others ‘inferior’ creatures, as they called them. This is considered treason, and every ‘repentant’ vampire was persecuted and executed as a traitor. The power began increasingly to tempt and crazy demons. They are killing each other not only thirsty for blood, but for unlimited power. In all this chaos there was another change that had great importance for the developments. As already mentioned the ‘good’ vampires were persecuted. But with time and this has changed. From the victims they have become hunters. They began to pursue his fellows and to liquidate them for the benefit of mankind, to which they no longer belonged.

    Sounds strange and illogical, but this is exactly what happened. Among leaders, or rather the greatest of them also joined ‘The good’ thanks to one of his trusted soldiers. The name of this leader was Kamael. He looked like a boy, but behind this innocent mask hid quite old and powerful vampire. He along with his General Gabriel learned to not kill the already suffering population and to protect them. It was not easy because the number of demons grew with each passing day. There was no day on which any echoes ringing of funeral bells. Every day a family lost dear one who later became a ruthless executioner.

     You can be sure that my words are true because I was there and I’m still after so many years. And I like many others I was doomed on eternal life, but unlike them I chose to live as a drifter. Browsing the world killing my own kind. I became an assassin, as people say. Only that I was not looking for payment. Reached me to know that I can avenge the curse on those who threw it to me.

    My name was Tamara and I will tell you about my live and the world in which I lived. World whose future depends on who will prevail.

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 I went home shortly before midnight. My parents were already asleep. I went to my room. Quickly I took off my clothes. For some unexplained for me reason I felt like something profaned me. Like the clothes I wore were covered with something disgusting. This feeling disappeared after I took a long hot shower and put on my gown of light material. I went to bed and close my eyes. It did not take long to sink into blissful sleep, devoid of sound or vision. I was calm and relaxed. People said: “Good things last a short time”. And definitely not wrong. When I opened my eyes, bright sunlight blinded me. Covering my face with my hands. Apparently my mother had pulled the curtains because I heard she called me to get up and get ready. I ask myself <Is it morning already?>. Like a moment ago I closed my eyes, but now it’s time for breakfast. I was little mystified, but I accepted it as a result of last night excitement.

 

I stood up and reluctantly took off my nightgown. I put most ordinary jeans and shirt. On my bare feet I put soft slippers. Then carefully combed my hair and then tied in a ponytail. Once I was ready I went downstairs and went into the kitchen. My mother had prepared a wonderful breakfast consisting of toast with butter, fruits, tea, coffee and juice. My father was reading the morning newspaper and from time to time by sipping hot coffee. I sat at the table opposite him. No one spoke. Everyone was busy with his own actions and thoughts. At one time my mother, absorbed in her thoughts, told me that I should help her in the family flower shop. She never looked at me. It’s like talking to herself. No opposed to it. Anyway, I had free time. And I loved going to the store. Flowers calming me. Its beauty captivated me with their color and their divine scent made me feel amazing. Of all flowers the most loved was the red rose. It sounds trite, but true. Not just because of their beauty and fragrance. For me they were an example of the dangers that may present beauty.

 

After breakfast each took on the job. My father was a lawyer in a small office. He moves before us for a meeting with a client. Shortly after, I and my mother went to the store. In the beginning was quiet. We had no clients and enable us to change the layout of some of the flowers. But not long after the customers began to stream one after another. I began to wonder whether there is a holiday or something. Thank God we had a huge greenhouse next to the store. Until now no such thing had happened. Maybe because our location was almost out of town. But that day we had a spectacular turnover. My mother was very excited. Not stop smiling when send or receive the customers. And I was too busy to have time to smile. I was grateful that at least we had lunch. For a moment even I started to get irritated by all this commotion. Of course, I had to deal with it as it continued until end of the day. But that wasn’t the most irritating. About half an hour before the end of the day, the phone rang. My mom answered. Then come to me, prepared a huge bouquet of red roses and handed it to me. Then I handed the sheet of paper with the address.  That was just great. I had to bring the bouquet in the client’s home. Would pay well. There was no point to resisting. So I took the flowers and left. I got into a taxi and it drove me to the address. I stayed numb when I found myself before a large iron gate with spikes. The house was huge and in the Gothic style. I heard about this place but I could not believe that someone lives there. I prayed this not to be a joke and I passed that way in the dark for nothing. I risked and rang the bell on the left side of the gate. A few minutes later came into place and the gate will open automatically. I walked slowly and haltingly. Then I went down the alley of huge stone slabs. It seemed odd that there was no light. Neither the driveway nor the building itself. With every stop my heart beat faster. This place scares me. However,  I continued forward. I reached half way, when something stirred behind the shrubbery. Instinctively I ran forward. I stood up in front of solid wood and iron. I pressed the bell. My heart was racing like crazy.

 

Several minutes later the door opened. On the threshold stood old man with blue eyes and graying hair that nearly missed the crown. He was wearing a black vest, white shirt and black wool pants. In simple terms: like butlers in the movies. He looked me up and down. I explained why I was there. He nodded slightly. Then from inside the building heard a voice. It was kind of soft and silvery as a beautiful melody. Say the words with a strange accent.

 

-What is it, Walter? – The voice belonged to a woman.

 

The old man turned slightly and answered. His voice was deep and quiet.

 

-The roses arrived, ma’am.

-Excellent.

 

The woman appeared before my eyes. She was just wonderful. She looked like a porcelain doll, which entailed the windows of expensive antique shops. There was a long dusty-blond hair attached to the tiara. Her eyes were blue and deep. Her skin was snow white and stood out against the long red dress, which she wore. She looked me straight in the eyes, but her expression did not express anything. I made the flowers of the butler, and he handed me the money. There were more than necessary, so I started to back part thereof. He said I should keep them. I felt awkward, but I got them in my pocket. I turned and walked to the gate. Despite the impenetrable darkness, I felt their eyes on me. It was eerie. Not lost and second and hurried to get out of there as soon as possible. I took a breath only when I came out on the street. I stopped taxi and lost in a seemingly endless stream of cars.

 

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