𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢

Wilhelmine was a child of disappointment — or atleast for his parents. In a world where undead beings like ghouls, zombies and vampires are forsaken, a distortion in his DNA causes him to be born a vampire. Which his conservative human parents despised. Long after his parents’ passing, they were no longer leaving scars in both his mental and physical wellbeing. Just except for one made long back in his past. The pang of guilt everytime he drinks blood, the need to relapse everytime he avoids consuming lifeblood, and the hatred he has for himself, for what he believes, being a ‘monster’. The cold breeze passes by, the dead grass of the forest blowing on the now dead body lying on the floor because of Wilhelmine’s hunger. His dark, cold eyes look down at the pale, sunken living, with the same feeling of disappointment in himself for not being able to resist a mortal’s blood. His glove wipes off the blood dripping off his cheek and chin, smudging away the blood onto his lips. His clenching fists, his pained gaze, and his teary eyes. His hatred for himself bursted out of his thoughts again. He's failed himself for too long — and now all he wants is to fail his own life too.