Lifetimes of You [Vampire POV]

(Italy, 2030s)

It had been years since I started serving my lord, my leader.

Years spent killing dhampirs, mastering my strength, refining my speed.

Years spent wading through blood and war, all for one reason.

To learn how to turn a human into a vampire.

It wasn't easy.

I had faced monsters—creatures that hunted us, that despised us.

I had almost lost my life to an alpha dhampir, his blade sinking deep into my ribs before I tore his throat out with my fangs.

Not that I feared death.

But I feared never seeing them again.

My love.

Were they out there, somewhere?

Did fate still want us to meet again?

Or was this the end of their cycle?

Please, let me find them again... before I lose what's left of my soul.

The battles and years of war had changed me.

I had mastered my ability to see past lives—no longer needing eye contact.

Now, with just a touch, I could unlock their memories.

And with the words—

"Apri gli occhi e vedi la tua vita. Attraverso le linee del tempo."

(Open your eyes and see your life. Through the timelines.)

I could make them remember.

But that wasn't all.

Something inside me had shifted, awakened.

Through war, through bloodshed, through relentless survival, I had unlocked new powers:

Telekinesis – The ability to move objects with my mind, to crush bones without lifting a finger.

Atmokinesis – The ability to manipulate the weather, to summon storms, to bring thunder and chaos.

I was stronger than I had ever been.

Yet—despite all the power growing inside me...

I still thought of them.

I still longed for them.

Because what is immortality without love?

What is power without purpose?

And my only purpose... is them.

One evening, my lord summoned me.

I had known it was coming—the next assignment, the next hunt.

He leaned forward in his throne, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement.

"It's time for you to move east."

East Asia.

"The dhampirs there have remained hidden for too long," he continued. "They think themselves safe, untouched by war."

He smirked. "Remind them who we are."

The news of me had already spread.

A vampire ranked Noctis Enforcer—the highest order of executioners in our coven.

A bloodthirsty monster.

A ruthless hunter, carving through every dhampir I found.

And now—I was coming for them.