My Vampire Boss
Ch 6 - DESTINY

Is that destiny?

It is a mystery sheet. A book that stays open until you finish reading it.

To Hans, a vampire who was hundreds of years old. He has seen all kinds of human destiny. He believes that destiny is the result of a work done. The law of the harvest.

Hans's life passion is imprinted on the red pomegranate pendant he always keeps. The destiny of a person who changes the outlook of his life, especially affection and love. Dark-age relic jewelry that holds the sweetest memories of the time.

Now the pendant also leaves a memory as bitter as bile. With the girl of the past who tore Hans' world apart, from light to gloom. Anastasia, the blue-eyed European girl.

"Mr Hansel, the ceremony is ready." Albus called, bringing him a bunch of white roses. Handed him. Hans never forgot today, December 14th. Meeting with Anastasia.

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Western europe, medieval. Hundred years ago.

For a measure of vampire growth, Hans was a teenager. He helped his (disguised) parents work as doctors.

The 14th century was the dark age for Europe. Wars, famines, and terrible pandemics are happening. The Black Death caused Europe to lose more than 2/3 of its population. The days when the flag of mourning is endlessly hoisted.

Hans's family is descended from Crimean Vampires. They never consumed human blood again. They are a type of vampire who only drinks the blood of certain animals. Actually the reason is clear, human blood at that time many infected with the disease.

Many vampires in those days lost their stamina as a result of brutally preying on the population. Instead of getting stronger, they actually swallow the fruit simalakama.

Although the vampire can survive, but his life is miserable. His body became a zombie, an undead that lost its mind. They also contribute to the spread of the virus. 

Medical science was very limited at the time. Despite being called doctors, Hans' father and mother are only responsible for treating patients and making sure they don't infect others.

Due to his extraordinary immunity, Hans' parents are believed to be the chairmen in the isolation camp. No one knows the identity of the vampire. 

Hans was in charge of bringing water and food to every patient. Ala. Because at that time not only the sick, the healthy also lack food. More often Hans was simply told to bring water to each bed. 

That day, he met Anastasia. The little girl who came to the isolation camp, with a face covered in dust. Looking at Hans meaningfully, the sweetest thin smile that Hans had just met.

There are rarely teenage girls as suave as Anastasia in the camps. Most of them always cry or suffer from depression because of the loss of parents or become victims of the depravity of irresponsible war soldiers.

Hans and Anastasia often interact, more precisely Anastasia who always approached Hans. Sometimes it helps to bring water, pretend to slip and cry for attention.

At first Hans was cold. Prefer to avoid and not care. The thing he always does to everyone. But this girl is different. He does not know the word surrender.

"You're always avoiding me, is it because I'm not beautiful?"

"Yes, you're the ugliest woman I've ever found. Why are you always smiling at me?" 

"Because you're handsome, I like you. Take it,"

Anastasia handed him the pendant necklace she was wearing.

"From now on you and I are lovers." The girl did not care about being ugly and so, because she knew, Hans' eyes were more honest than his mouth. Eyes that imply liking.

To Hans's mind, whatever possessed Anastasia, Hans had never met a girl who bluntly expressed this kind of direct feeling.

Being lovers? This girl is crazy. 

"I'm not interested, if you knew who I really was, you'd be scared and hate me."

"Oh yeah, who are you? Death angel?" Anastasia brought her face closer. 

"Better, I'm a vampire."

Anastasia laughed, "Then prove it."

Hans is hooked. There was no point in him proving something obvious to himself. He does not need the confession of others.

There are many word-of-mouth stories about vampires that are far from true. This is all because the truth about vampires is known only to vampires themselves. There is at least some slightly accurate information. 

Vampires are an advanced evolutionary race of humans now. They just need the essence of life in the form of blood. They have incredible endurance, which is why the age range of vampires can reach thousands of years.

Some vampires are endowed with certain talents and powers. Like walking on water, flying, turning into a bat, seeing the future, and other hidden forces.

They don't like the sunlight. One more drawback is that they can be killed by a stab in the heart. Everybody knows that.

Who wouldn't die if his heart was stabbed to death? 

Vampires are hunted a lot because they harm humans, in later development. The remaining vampires made a strict rule, not to disturb humans, for the survival of their race. 

But still there are groups of vampires who rebel, making the image of vampires become bad. The rebel Vampire group named them after the plague.

With the advent of the Renaissance, the group of Black Death vampires was never heard from again. The vampires prefer to date with normal human life. Adaptable.

In fact, they managed to take control of the business in various directions. From upstream to downstream. They change names and identities, move places if it's time.

Anastasia is like any other refugee. His body had no immunity to ward off the rampant plague. Despite the pain, he tried to look cheerful.

Slowly but surely, the weight of his body decreased, the jaw of the cheek more and more tapered. The plague gnawed at him like a termite eating wood, very quickly.

"I am grateful for this pain, at least it can be treated by you. I'm already very happy." Anastasia swallowed some mouthfuls. 

"Hansel, answer. If I could be born again, would you still love me?" Hans did not reply, pouring the liquid porridge again into the bowl. Anastasia's body grew weakly drooping on the bed. 

"I don't know what love is."

"After lying about vampires, now you're lying about love. You're a bad liar."

The girl sighed, smiling for the last time. 

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Anastasia breathed life. The plague that ended the love story that was just about to begin. Followed by the disappearance of his next life. Anastasia's body was buried en masse with the others. 

Hans placed the white rose in a mass burial place of Anastasia's final resting place. He did not know what kind of painful feeling had suddenly hit his chest.

Severe pain that made his body tremble and feel something was missing, something very precious. Pain that made the water dam in his eyes spill. 

An ocean of sadness floods the heart. Very clean, Hans said a promise. 

"I will wait until you are born again..."

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Now I have found you

Hans's long breath. While in the hikmad of the memorial ceremony, a servant named Goro came in a hurry.

He was a servant of Hans' father abroad. Running with the sound of footsteps that sound full of fear and anxiety.

"Young Master Hans, bad! Black death has reappeared."

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Seriate

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