Read the book: «The Seventh’s Tale»

© Fairy Tales From Mila, 2026

ISBN 978-5-0069-2407-9

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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.