They Cursed My Mate

Kalla's POV

Humming the saddest song, breathing the suffocating air, seeing the infinite darkness, and feeling the endless pain.

My pouring tears are asking for an ending and peace.

I looked up, seeing the sky open its eyes. Moonlight, forest breeze, and feathers from birds flying with freedom

I closed my eyes, feeling the gentleness of the wind.

The embrace of the wind is the only life I've felt for so many years.

I let out my voice to the mellow music coming from an antique music box. and I stared at the white ballerina twirling here as I sang.

Je t'aime, je t'aime toujours.

I am forever yours.

Another year has passed. A year full of tears and loneliness

Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, mon cher

You're always in my prayers.

I averted my eyes from the dancing ballerina and stared outside the high tower again as I sang.

Is it a sin to ask for my freedom?

I felt my song more and let it grow stronger.

Softly, sweetly

wrapped up in heaven's arms

Sailing and soaring over the moon

Gathering star dust

I couldn't hold back my sadness; my tears started to flow. My grief that many will enjoy.

White pearls kept falling from my eyes. stones that will blind the mind of any creature, stones that will be vessels of chaos and greed.

Be still, be safe, and be sure.

Je t'aime, je t'aime toujours.

I continued my chanting in front of the single window of the very tall tower. It was covered in thick white smoke and towering trees.

Wishing, praying

All of your dreams will come true.

Please remember

Wherever you are, my heart is with you.

I stretched my hand in the air to catch a few drops of feathers from the birds flying freely.

They are very lucky because they get to go where they want. There are people to see and interact with; what sights can I see outside of this forest? Is it still the same, or has it changed a lot?

Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, mon cher

always in my prayers

The wind has blown my long white hair, along with my music, into the quiet forest.

To this day, I still cannot accept the form that fate has given me. my white hair symbolizing the curse that rested upon me, my eyes never burning like the vampires of my race, and my complexion more than pale.

I am the cursed woman, the white woman. the beast if they stare, the woman will never help.

My own race had long abandoned me, and I no longer expected to see them again.

Sometimes people try to go to the tower, not to help me but to get pearls.

I don't want to hurt anyone, and I don't want to be afraid of the majority, but they are the ones who make excuses for them to reach the end.

I looked slightly below the tower; even at its height, I could still see the peeping white rocks. They are the prey of my eyes; the moment my eyes directly hit a creature's eye, it turns to white stone, resembling their own form.

The White Curse made me a monster. The white stones scattered at the foot of my tower are proof.

I left the window and went in front of a large mirror that covered my body. I took a few deep breaths before I started removing my clothes.

I smiled bitterly as I looked at my nakedness. I reached for my comb and started gently combing my hair.

I've been called a beauty. But now it's a monster.

I put down my comb and closed my eyes. I let my whole body feel the heat until my appearance gradually changed.

And the moment I opened my eyes, I was facing a small white bird with a very long tail that was flashing.

Its white feathers shine more than ordinary birds.

Wasting no more time, I quickly flapped my wings and gently flew into the air.

I am Kallaine Seraphina Verlas, the white vampire of the curse. The lone bird that flies far from freedom.

I was flying for half an hour until I noticed a commotion below. I immediately decided to return to the tower for fear of being caught, but my attention was caught by a wounded man trying to run.

It was chased by a group of vampires. I was already familiar with this group because they tried to enter my tower once.

I decided to help the man, and I hummed again to catch his attention. I flew a little low, and it seemed to get what I wanted.

I fly while he's chasing me. I have to mislead those who pursue him. When I noticed that we were far away, I immediately flew high and left the man.

He's also a vampire, but his presence is unfamiliar. He was not born into this empire.

I returned to the tower, and my body spontaneously returned to my previous form. I was about to get my clothes when my attention was grabbed by a hand that suddenly grabbed the window of my tower.

until the man I helped showed me Suddenly, he sat down and fainted.

"Damn those fucks, I'll come back to you. I'll kill you—" he stopped speaking as his eyes slowly crawled from my feet to my nakedness.

I immediately covered my body; my face was getting hot.

"Vampire, get out of here." I warn you.

I let my hair fall over my face. Our eyes cannot meet.

"Holy motherfucker, Evan Lancelot Gazellian, I hope you're happy here at the university."

"Go away, you vampire."

"What is your name?" he asked, starting to stand up.

"Don't come any closer! You'll turn to stone!" He was stunned by what I said. My grip on my clothes tightened.

"Can I stop here for a while?"

"W-What? Are you insane? Are you killing yourself? I am the cursed woman; do you see what I look like? I am the woman with the white curse."

He was very different from the vampires who had climbed this tower. Not even for a second did he glance at the pearls scattered on the floor.

"Who the hell cares? You saved me. And I'll look at it as a huge debt of gratitude."

I gasped when he kneeled down on me like the princes I had seen before. He bowed his head at me.

"What are you doing? I am the monster! I'm the one you vampires look up to!"

He looked up at me, but I didn't let our eyes meet. It smiled weakly at me.

"Where? Where is the monster? All I can see is beauty."

This was the last thing he said before he finally collapsed. I immediately took the blanket and wrapped it around myself. I attended to the man who was trying to open his eyes.

I thought he was unconscious, but he still managed to hold the tip of my white hair and gently bring it to his lips.

"Call me Finn, a handsome mage."