Darklion - You should know that this was a small family of farmers that weren't appreciated in the village, you know? The town's people were mean, and they always treated them different. Specially their little son. He had been born with a strange illness, his skin didn't resist sunlight, if he exposed, he could even die. The moonlight was damaging, but the damage to that little boy's skin was not that aggressive. So, in the afternoons his father taught him to read, to add and subtract and in the evenings that boy worked on the farm. Collecting vegetables or fruits that could already be consumed. Despite being mean to the son of this family. They appreciated having good food in their homes.

We climb the stairs; We were already halfway through when Darklion continued the story.

Darklion - one day that boy became very sick. Their parents took him to the village's doctor. The doctor warned the boy's parents that the boy needs to stop working. The boy's mother was not interested and once he felt better; that boy went back to work again by her mother orders.

Irhin – what??

We kept going up the stairs, we got to the first room. It was the parents' room. Darklion had not entered there . I entered the room, but Darklion waited by the door.

Irhin – It's a large room. It was from that boy's parents?

Darklion - Yes.

I kept walking around the room, I then stopped in front of the mother's dressing table. There was a drawn portrait on a paper, it was very damaged because of the time. It was full of dust, so I took it and carefully with my fingers removed the dust that was on the drawn portrait. There was possible to distinguish the silhouette of a slender woman with an old wardrobe.

Irhin - was she, the boy's...?

Darklion - Yes, she was.

Before I could even finish my question, Darklion had already answered me.

Irhin - She was a beautiful woman.

Darklion - Her physical appearance hid the rottenness of her heart very well.

I put the drawn photograph back on the dresser, and I went back to where Darklion was standing. I smiled at him and kissed him, Darklion reciprocated immediately my kiss.

Irhin - And that room?

Darklion still with his arms around my waist, turned his head towards the corridor. there was the last room on the farm.

Irhin - was that the boy's room?

Darklion - Yes.

Irhin - Can we go?

Darklion took my hand, and we continued our way. He stopped in front of the door; It seemed closed. When I took the handle and turned it I noticed that the door was locked.

Irhin –It's closed!

Darklion placed his hands around his neck and pulled the same silver chain from under the chest of his armor. He stares at the key for a few moments and then looking up at me he handed it to me.

Darklion - Take it.

Irhin – What is this?

Darklion held it out to me. I took it still confused.

Irhin - Why?

Darklion - This is why I brought you here.

I stepped forward and still confused, put the key in the lock and turned it. It was heard as the lock was released from the bolt. I took the latch, removing the key I opened the door.

Upon opening I found a medium-sized room with a small bed. There was a small piece of furniture and a mirror near the door. The room had the curtains closed. It was the darkest room in the whole house.

I entered the room taking the candle that Darklion had brought with us.

Irhin - Can I come in?

Darklion didn't answer me, he just nodded.

The room was lit by candlelight. I walked across the room very slowly. I stopped in front of a small table near the window; There were some drawers and one of them was half open. I bent down a little and opened the drawer, I found a very dusty and old notebook. I took it and put the candle on the table. I shook it very carefully, to clean the dust that was in it.

Darklion was by the door of the room, he had not entered. But When I took the book; he was already next to me.

Irhin - I don't want to damage it.

Darklion - Don't worry my love.

I opened the notebook, there were many colorless drawings in it only with the chiaroscuro technique. It was such beautiful drawings, of the farm, of some flowers, of the sun in the sky, of the moon and the stars. 

I found another draw, was a man, it was a handsome man, he seems so young like my age maybe a little older than me.

Irhin - Is this the boy?

Darklion - No, that was his father.

I dropped my gaze back to the notebook. I observed the detail of the face, the background and the technique used.

Irhin - It is an incredibly beautiful portrait.

Darklion - His soul was the purest that could have existed in this very world.

I kept turning the pages, there were more portraits of people in the distance, more plants, nature, and trees. I was about to reach that page that would reveal the whole truth.

I didn't expect that he would start to tell me part of the story.

Darklion - The villagers were afraid of the little boy. They never accepted him; How can they accept him? they knew nothing about the condition of the boy. It was an unknown disease just that; For the villagers it was a CURSE. A curse obtained by his parent's sins.

I kept turning the pages, by this time Darklion had his back at me. He was near the largest window in the room. 

I finally reached the last page where the notebook had something drawn; it was a young man, like around 14 or maybe 16 years old.

Darklion - The people of the village gave that boy a name...

I tried to clean that page from the dust and with my fingers I managed to clean it a little bit. I noticed that under the drawn portrait of that handsome boy with black hair and green, emerald eyes, it was something written. I managed to clearly read what was written there.

Darklion - They called him...

Irhin - Da-Dark... Dark... lion....

I widened my eyes surprised at the full name written in that notebook under the portrait.

Irhin - Da- Darklion Black...

Darklion was in front of the window, immobile. I was in shock.

I was with my eyes wide open, breathing fast, still observing that beautiful face of that boy in the drawn portrait, it was impossible that Darklion Black was a human before.

I looked up at Darklion... He now has silver hair, skin as white as snow, hazel eyes. Lips as red as the color of blood itself, a slim and beautiful face; Well-proportioned body and those fangs that protruded a little below his lips.

I watched him closely, that vampire I had fallen uncontrollably in love with; that vampire who now owned my heart... I looked down at the drawn portrait of that other boy in the notebook again.

Irhin – is Th-this b-boy...

I wasn't being able to speak clearly by now.

Irhin - W-how...

Darklion remained silent, still immobile, and unrequited to my failed attempts to say something.

At last, I managed to say something, I had finally understood why Darklion had taken me there and immediately noticed the resemblance to that handsome boy drawn in the notebook, with my beloved vampire.

Irhin – I-Is this... you?

He subtly agreed...