I bet you've already heard the story of the big bad wolf and the little red riding hood. I'll recreate it in my own words and in my own head: An attractive, well-bred, young lady who loved wearing her red hood lived some kilometres away from her grandmother's house. Her grandmother's health had gone from bad to worse in such a short time. And no one else was as less busy as she was. So it naturally fell on her to ensure that grandma was always fed and on time. It was what she did while the boys were sent to school. It bit her from within but she bravely fought her pain by swimming herself into every beauty she encountered. She would dance and jump and wave in the woods on her way to grandma's. She would sing with the birds and joke with all the other small animals she met. Frequently, she would pick flowers and place them in a vase next to grandma's bed. She prayed every day that grandma would recover soon and at least, smile effortlessly once again. There will always be eyes on beauty, even if unseen. Someone sees your bright beauty somewhere, no matter how much you might feel ignored. And these eyes would belong to El Vampiro; the last of the surviving vampires. He had saved the world one last time by erasing all the evil vampires that had existed. That was all of them but himself. Being a vampire, one had to really fight hard and work on themselves enough not to be a problem to humanity. But most of them were too carelessly lazy and obsessed into being other things that didn't even matter. So he wiped them all away. He knew he would have to wait well before he raised a generation of new vampires who had values and actually made sense. Vampires who were true to themselves and unafraid of anything, including their own selves. Vampires who would be the light. Then, a witch who had previously manipulated the power of the evil vampires to her own selfish endeavours became too infuriated by his actions, and set a curse upon him. In the only way she was allowed to; the name, love. He would be hated by the souls he fell in love with. And this pushed him away from seeking love. It was pointless. Yet he never hardened his heart. He never strayed away from the truth in his heart. And his eyes are the ones that followed the young maiden, ever since they first landed on her. He was yet to see beauty like this, all these years he had been alive. You shall know the size of the ocean by the magnitude of its waves, no matter how small. So he deeply fell in love. & he knew what it would mean to confess this to her. She would immensely hate him immediately, for no reason. So he admired her from afar and never stepped into her shadows. He looked over her, every trip she made. He had also conquered the desire to suck and feed on her. He was glad he had learned this by himself, the hard way. And all he ever desired was to protect her, nothing else. This is where the big bad wolf comes into the story. So this one day, he happens to sniff the perfume from her hair and rushes to block her path. Disguised as human because the light of day would let him. Unlike El Vampiro, he needed no ring for protection. At least, just from the sun and not far from the full moon. He said, "Hey, pretty lady" and sought to find what she would be doing in the woods by herself. El Vampiro listened closely, just in case the wolf made the wrong move. She, charmed by the "wolf"'s demeanour, introduced her grandmother into the equation. The wolf, greedy for more meat to his plate quickly hatched a plan to dine on them, both. So he acted sympathetic and suggested she should get more flowers for her grandma to make her feel better. As she took to the idea, singing and plucking flowers; plucking flowers and singing, the big bad wolf rushed to the grandmother's house to feed his greed. El Vampiro caught up with him, in a clearing, just a few metres away from the house. It gets bloody when these two opposing forces fight and our little red riding hood arrived just in time to see the wolf catch his last breath. Sad. Automatically, she riled up in anger and immediately hated El Vampiro. Why would anyone kill someone who meant no harm? Yet, men turn to monsters abruptly too often to defend themselves and the things they care about. El shouldn't have believed in his curse for it to work this way. And in distress, he rushed to kill the one he had come to love. He rathered her dead than him hated. As the fangs sunk in deep and his consciousness regained, he realized he would be killing the grandmother as well. So he changed his mind but it was kind of too late. And when you really care enough, you become desperate enough to find and offer solutions. He gave her life back but now if she was to come back, she would come back a vampire, a blood-thirsty vampire. And to be a vampire, you understand the truth better. You see the light. You understand how things look like and how they really are. So obviously she saw his plight and perceived wherever he was coming from. She discovered his true nature and understood his reasons and intention. She looked into his eyes and saw the truth. Nothing is bigger than that. Like in all realizations, she fell in love with the monster she had hated. El Vampiro's first turn turned his curse into a blessing. Now, he had some teaching to do and her, some learning to embrace. He would teach her how to fight and she would learn how to win. Both, how to love. A vampire fights many wars, and the very first one that she had to fight by herself, would be the urge to suck her grandma's blood completely out of her veins, as she delivered to her, that night, her now cold dinner and a bunch of blood-stained, sweet-smelling roses.
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