8 Aredric (1/2)

Seeing his sister with the same angry face, Vian did not continue to insist on rejecting what he would say. He just wants his family to be safe from danger, that's all. How many times Vian tried to resuscitate his sister.

”No. You can't control me,”

Brak!

Vian pulled back the door handle when Tifa forcefully tried to shift her sister's body. Not moving at all, Tifa held her hands not to push Vian with her strength.

”Let me through,”

”No,”

”Why are you always harsh on me ?!”

Tifa can't control her emotions anymore. Her eyes turned red without being able to shed tears. Vian violently pulled the shoulders of his sister and shook him strongly. Seeing Tifa's body trembling slowly made Vian unable to stop worrying about her.

”You wake up, Tifa. He has been dead for a long time. No dead vampire will be reincarnated and born into this world. Wake up! You spend a lot of your time looking for it all and in vain! Look at your body! You're weak!”

If only Vian knew how to turn on vampires that had turned to ashes. Of course he would not see her sister suffering from this. Spending time just looking for information and continuously repeating time just to achieve something pseudo. Almost nothing.

If only before he did not allow her sister to meet and establish a human relationship that is disabled and blind. Long before that, how Vian saw the warm light in her sister's eyes.

That event happened thousands of years ago ...

-Flashback-

Krieett

”Who is there?”

A man in his twenties turned sideways when he heard the creaking from the wooden floor. Someone just entered without permission into his room, the man immediately felt something on the table. Face he can get something to protect himself.

”Who?” He asked again. As if convinced that there really was someone else in his room.

This is his old house located in a suburb of the kingdom of Olerith. No one wants to come to this place except for his elderly father.

He is just a vegetable farmer who sells his crops in markets or on the roadside. For the sake of supporting his one son who is disabled and blind, he struggled hard on foot while carrying a large sack containing his harvest to the city.

The distance of just one trip takes almost half a day and returns home the next day. His only son, Aredric, was deformed from birth. His wife died while trying to give birth to Aredric.

Now he lives alone with his son, the rest of the family he has. Aredric believes that it is still very late if his father returns home. Usually he heard the noise of his father's chicken every time the owner came. A sign that breakfast is coming for them.

But this time he still heard the sound of crickets and small animals shouting at each other. Then the smell that he smells? Aredric closed his eyes despite the darkness he saw.

”I don't have anything if you want to steal. Go away!” He said while swallowing his saliva. The sound of wood creaking was regular at this time.

There really is another person in his room. But who? Where did he come into this room? He was sure there was no noise of the door opening. The sound of footsteps that sounded like hard footsteps tread the wooden floor of his room, Aredric dared not move.

The hand that he had touched the item he didn't get either. Then the scent of someone standing next to his body made his neck hair stand up, hoping he could immediately run and hide.