The Seventh’s Tale
Fairy Tales From Mila

© Fairy Tales From Mila, 2026

ISBN 978-5-0069-2407-9

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

This story is dedicated to my mother. It was she who asked me to tell her about my origins and my ancestors. Now it is 3012, and I am a vampire. I do not feed on human blood, as we have learned to produce food artificially. My mother’s name was Nina, and she lived among humans without knowing the truth about herself. Nina constantly felt a sense of hunger, but she did not understand what was happening to her. She was an ordinary woman, the child of ordinary parents, but she had this strange animalistic feeling. These strange sensations and dreams. She doesn’t perceive people as individuals; instead, she feels their scent, their heartbeat, and their fear. The fear of appearing foolish, the fear of going hungry, and the fear of loneliness. Her mother often felt a thirst that couldn’t be quenched by juice, alcohol, or fresh air. In moments of great human suffering, she realized that the only true comfort was the sticky, warm, and thirst-quenching blood. This was what her entire being, her consciousness, and her nature craved. And how is it that the beast does not know about its nature? Unfortunately, this is not the only case in history, but we are interested in this particular one. Nina was born from a sinful love. She had no idea that her father was not the one who raised her. She felt alienated and lonely, but she thought that was normal. She believed that this was the way many people lived, and that this was the flaw of society and her race. She had no idea that she was the sixth descendant of one of the branches of the vampires. Vampires, Nosferatu, Bloodsuckers, and many other names were used to describe my ancestors.

In a village of wild Indians in the still-wild America, a vampire appeared. He clearly lacked upbringing and a sense of satiety, which is why he drank the blood of all the inhabitants. When the vamp virus is mixed with the blood of the indigenous race, a certain reaction occurs that not everyone can withstand. In most cases, a Nosferatu’s bite leads to human death, and only a few individuals are capable of undergoing regeneration and genetic changes. In this village, there was only one such individual. Kautuk, who became the first in the lineage of my esteemed parents, survived the bite and became a vamp. Kautuk did not want to accept his fate, he did not want to become a beast, and he did not want to depend on death and feed on it. In their village, they hunted deer and bison, but they did not drink human blood; the thought terrified him. The bite affected his body, but it did not change his soul or his moral principles. Kautuk refused to drink the blood of both humans and animals, and he chose death over a life with death. My ancestor lived for more than 300 years, and during that time, he didn’t drink a single drop of blood. He lay in the lichen for three months, writhing in thirst and pain, and nature itself felt his embarrassment and drove away all living things, with a bubbling and smelling liquid in their veins. She knew that he needed help, that he had to survive, and that he had to stop drinking.

Three months later, he ate the first berry from the bush. He won! The half called Man prevailed. The berry was digested. Man remained dominant. Fate took him to England, where he worked as a laborer, earning his bread through hard work. He lived and lived, while his friends and acquaintances passed away, freeing themselves from the humiliation of hard and slave-like labor, but Kautuk remained alive and free from disease. He was growing old, not in the same way as other people, but he was growing old, and his biological clock was ticking, but very slowly, much slower than the people around him. He was begging for death. His friends and acquaintances were dying one by one, and he was attending funeral after funeral, but he was not dying. It was as if death had forgotten about his existence. He was used to feeling thirsty all the time, and he was used to feeling lonely and insignificant. He was crying and begging God for help. Knock and they will open to you Ask and they will give you Kautuk often had nightmares. Heavy physical work, lack of confidence, understanding and happiness did their job. He often woke up from the bite of powerful fangs, he often saw his friends and relatives mutilated and bloody, in his sleep he attacked children and drank them to the last drop; he woke up every night in a sweat and asked his god to give him strength and not turn into a beast. And the god, either a vampire or an Indian, heard him. Either the vampire’s deity was impressed by the strength of his human nature, or the human god took pity on him and revealed the truth. But one night, in the life of a vampire who did not drink blood, a beautiful, bright, and stunning dream appeared. He saw himself as a young, cheerful, and happy person, surrounded by his long-dead relatives and friends. Everyone was content and happy to see Kautuk. They embraced and admired him without flattery. Kautuk could not understand whether he had died or if the vampire’s invasion and subsequent torment were a terrible dream. Kautuk was smiling, and after three centuries, he finally felt a sense of lightness and freedom, a sense of happiness and love. But then something happened, and the whole scene and the feeling disappeared, and someone took him by the shoulders from behind and pulled him away from the landscape. Away, away, away. Oh, no, it’s a dream, just a dream… a bloodthirsty man appears and kills all his family, and he lies half-dead in the lichen. He boards a ship and crosses the ocean. He’s in a foreign country where they don’t know he’s a half-beast, but they do know he’s a savage; neither human nor beast, a nobody. Pain, alienation, suffering, struggle. Fight for the right to remain human. Fight for the right to eat bread. But, what is it… A beautiful lady invites him to a bright and richly feminine room.She whispers softly, gently touching his body. Undresses and kisses. Loves… She loves him! It had been more than three centuries since he’d felt that way. No, he’s not squeamish, he could rent a cheap whore. But he was afraid for himself. He was afraid that if he touched her warm, soft, trembling body, his age-old desire would speak to him, and he would lose control and the Beast, not the man, would have power over him. But in the dream, it was different. He loved her, and she loved him, and only the sweet smell of her body reminded him that she could be a delicious, very delicious meal. Then the image faded, and he saw the one who had made him this way. It was an unrefined vamp, but it was also dejected and concerned. It introduced itself: “Edich, I’m sorry, but I was foolish and ambitious back then. I lost control. I thought I had found happiness and greatness.“My erratic temper got the better of me, and for some reason I “ruined” the entire village. I wasn’t that hungry, but I did mutilate your entire family. I’m sorry, but I’m different now, and I don’t act so cruelly. However, you… you’re beyond praise. You’ve been granted a higher mission. You’ve managed to remain human, but no matter how much bread you eat, you’re half-vamp, carrying the vampire gene that has seamlessly integrated with your genome. Vampires are an ancient race, but we are still guests here. Only the ancient, pure vamps, and we are all mixed-bloods, those who, by some strange chance, did not die; and from food turned into children. Such as we are units, but a million years is not a small period, and we are not few. We are not immortal, but our age is significantly greater than the indigenous race, the one that is now most; and to which you belonged earlier. There is a pact between our ancients, those who control development and enforce cosmic laws: If a surviving vamp feeds on bread and can control their bloodlust, they will age, but they cannot die until they bear an heir, mix with another race, and place the gene of knowledge in another genotype. In other words, you, handsome, will not die until you mate with a female. Thank you for your attention. Goodbye! Although it may not seem like a nightmare, Kautuk woke up in a sweat. He didn’t need two signs; he understood everything at once. My ancestor borrowed money from a pale-faced man who was genuinely interested in him. He kept asking about his past and the history of his people. He took a bath, bought a decent suit, and went to a respectable brothel. He didn’t have to choose for long, as he immediately saw the woman he had seen. She was fair-skinned, fair-haired, blue-eyed, charming, and passionate. It was like a dream. A familiar smell, a familiar heartbeat, silky warm skin, and pleasure… thirst-quenching pleasure… A surge of three-hundred-year-old sperm… an entrance of strength and perseverance… and no potions or roots can resist the desire of the cosmos, the fulfillment of an eternal law, a pact between the ancient and the powerful.

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