Sanvala turns to him and wipes the smile off his face. “Follow me, young one.” He makes his way towards a door on the far wall of the room that was obviously not there before. Lethean drifted loosely behind him. Sanvala continued, “You seem to be progressing quite fluidly. I didn’t expect you to make it this far. I have greatly underestimated you.” Lethean let out a sigh and eagerly awaited the next challenge. The two began walking down a long red carpeted hallway lined along the walls with bookshelves that seemingly had no end. Sanvala broke the awkward silence among the two.
“You don’t realize who we are do you…?”
Lethean was puzzled by the question he was asked.
“I didn’t think so. We are not exactly an organization, but a mere group of followers. We were your father’s right hand men. The big man you saw earlier was the muscle of the group. I was the brains. There were two others but they were vanquished many eons ago.” Sanvala lowered his head in desolation. He kept walking though. Lethean did not care for these matters but he did have a question. “So you are not of the humans. You are a hybrid?” Sanvala wiped his face with his forearm repetitively and walked upright. “Yes, I am a vampire. The others are no different. We were once humans that simply served under you father’s grace, working among the peasants in the villages. One day, I received a letter from the King requesting me as his royal guard. I was honored. I was to be summoned to his highness’ throne room. I was one of many others. We all were going to serve as his protectors. After a few lectures here and there, we were given these pamphlets. They were like contracts as the humans call them now. Some of the summoned were not to fond of the idea and walked out of the palace back to their regular everyday lives. I stayed as did five others. 10 fled cowardly from the position. The fact that it was a life agreement to serve your King for eternity with your life turned them off I guess. The money was more than enough to sustain our lives so the five of us remained. We were all summoned to individual chambers, told to wait for the King to speak with you personally. When my turn came round for the King, Lord Jahnnum, to speak with me alone. I found out that the agreement for eternal service was something out of the ordinary. The King informed me that I would be turned or killed. I was confused at the time but told me not to worry. Then out of nowhere he just bit me on the neck. I remember everything blurring out after that. Ever since that day, I have been grateful to him. I served him well. In my opinion. The others must have turned the same way I did.” Sanvala turned about and began to walk backwards while talking to Lethean. “Lord Jahnnum, is a great man. You would be proud to know who he was. You'll acquire knowledge on that subject later though. I'd rather you find out on your own. The Ancient Scrolls tell all. The Scrolls are around here somewhere... Be sure to take a look at them sometime or remind me to show you to them. They reveal your past as well as your present. Right at this moment, the scrolls are writing themselves as we speak.”
Lethean’s hood was shrouded in darkness- concealing his emotions and expressions from Sanvala. He spoke with ease though, “I will be sure to remember that. I don’t know much of my past either…” In his mind he had other intentions with the scrolls though. He wasn’t to fond of other people knowing his current and previous actions. He was going to take the scroll since it was his anyway. Sanvala turned back around walking in the proper fashion. Looking to his left and right, one after the other, he stopped on his right. The hallway was wide but wielded not one door. Lethean floated aside him, waiting for his actions. Sanvala placed his palm against an empty space on the bookshelf wall where no books resided. His hand manifested a bluish glow. The bookshelf then engraved itself into the wall and glided sideways behind the adjacent bookshelf. Lethean spoke with sarcasm. “A hidden passage…. how original.” Sanvala smiled gently and laughed to himself as he walked into the darkness within the passage. Lethean followed.
The passage wasn’t normal. It was a cave really. A large wide round cave that let enormous spikes dangle carelessly from its ceiling. The sides of the cave had full skeletons embedded inside groves. The corpses’ bones were radiant like sapphire due to the cave’s mystifying azure light being dispersed from the small fireflies that roamed freely in the area. It was indeed a beautiful cave to pass through. Sanvala was silent as he lead Lethean through the wondrous cave. The young vampire had much to learn. Sanvala abruptly turned to Lethean while walking. “Don’t let those fireflies get on your clothing. They are labeled fireflies for a reason. They also have a tendency to explode on people. Quite useful if you ask me!” He laughed to himself wholeheartedly. Lethean held up his lantern in front of him. Some of the blue fireflies gathered one by one around its light. Lethean began to blow them away in fear of blowing up. He hurried on ahead- walking side by side to Sanvala who began to laugh some more.
Sanvala spoke with spirit, “We aren’t that far now, boy. Remember your previous battles.” His tone lowered slightly. “They’ll come in handy when you fight this one. Seriously, heh heh” The two soon arrived at their destination- outside the castle in a clearing surrounded by a cluster of dead forest trees. Lethean was confused to why he was viewing dead trees and grass that were damp with mud and scattered skulls. He turned around and saw that he must’ve been led out of the castle from that secret passage. Sanvala reassured him by resting his hand on his shoulder, “You have been taken out here because your next trial will need to be on real battle grounds. You will also have more space to move around.” As he said that, he pointed to the vast field of grass and bones beyond a narrow path in the forest, indicating that it was where his battle would take place. Lethean’s eyes showed for the first time. Sanvala wasn’t surprised. Two narrow yellow eyes pierced out of the shadow within his hood, looking to the field with anxiety. Sanvala took a few steps back, “Here take this…” He phased a rod into his hand and tossed it to Lethean who caught it in one hand while carefully minding the lantern in the other. “…now use it well and defeat these foes of yours” Lethean made his way toward the empty field through the small path between the dead swamp of trees.
When the vampire arrived at the rendezvous spot, he stood looking at the night sky. It was eternal in this realm. The moon’s light was harmless. In a sense it empowered him. Lethean commence preparations for his battle by checking his lantern and mounting the rod to his back- holding it there using his shadow powers. In that very instant, he was quickly surrounded by four beings-two of which he became familiar with. The werewolf from earlier as well as the impaled woman were on his left side. On his right side, a swordsman and staff wielder. He did not turn in any direction. Lethean simply readied himself for combat, spreading his legs and arms from his body. He made it look as if he were a professional with that rod of his. The four others did not bother to speak. The knew their purpose was to kill. And like lifeless dolls they made it a point to do so. The tall swordsman dressed in a tight tunic and black baggy pants, planted himself in his spot not budging an inch just as the other weapon wielder did. The psychic vampire and werewolf wasted no time lunging at Lethean with intense speed. The werewolf came head on first, attempted to claw Lethean’s skull off. It failed miserably as Lethean skillfully ducked subsequently lifting himself into the air and rolling off the back of the psychic vampire who was dove for his legs.
His yellow eyes narrowed as he held his lantern up in front of himself. The werewolf had agility that wasn’t to be underestimated. Lethean took this into mind as he saw it rampaging towards him. The psychic vampire gathered herself and began casting a spell by creating various hand signs with her eyes closed. Lethean realized he had a problem that needed to be solved. The werewolf was to fast for him to focus his energy into the flame. He was forced to dodge the werewolf’s strikes, evading each one with various moves- jumping over the accursed thing, side stepping, ducking, and rolling. An onslaught of violent swipes and bites came at Lethean nonstop. He had to be careful. One scratch would be the end of him. The werewolf had revenge on his mind and hunger on his stomach’s. Lethean was getting annoyed at his inability to outmaneuver his current foe. He suddenly used his control over the shadows to stun the beast. He bound his legs together and muzzled his mouth, rendering the wolf useless.
Lethean looked to his spell casting friend only to be petrified to find that a swarm of sharp pieces of bark and branches were soaring at him. She had intentions of impaling his body as he did hers- just with the pain of splinters added to it. Lethean wasted no time in materializing a half dome-like shield in front of himself in order to deflect the offensive. The sharp pieces plummeted into the dark shield almost breaking through. A few pieces made it half way through. Lethean was grateful. Letting the shield phase away, he let the shards drop to the ground. The woman made and effort to conjure up another time consuming spell. Lethean used this to his advantage. He shadow-warped behind her and rapidly opened his robe to her back. She tilted back into the abyss which was forever carried by Lethean due to its intense suction. Twas her downfall. She was nothing but a memory now. After her body was long gone from this plane, he looked to the others that were left over. “2 down… 2 to go.”, he reminded himself.
The samurai moved in the blink of an eye from his spot to one near the staff wielder’s. Lethean quickly zipped his robe up and drew his newly acquired metal rod from his back. The rod, as Lethean drew it, seemed to emit a dark aura as if it were alive. He immediately set it ablaze at its tips with the help of his lantern in the opposite hand. The flaming rod did not seem to intimidate the other two at all. The individual holding the staff wore a large sleeveless robe and florally decorated pants held up by a mere string. That man seemed very skilled with his weapon as he spread his legs wide, holding one palm out to Lethean and using the other to hold the long rigid, metal staff behind his body. The samurai separated his legs also to gain a firm grip on the ground he stood. He leaned forward slightly as he grasped his sword, ready to unleash its fury.
Lethean set his lantern on the ground aside, freeing one hand for this fight. He knew he would need it. Holding out his free hand, Lethean gestured them to come forth. Just before he finished the movement of his fingers, the two vanished leaving nothing but a few floating pieces of grass in their wake. Lethean didn’t feel their presence at all. Suddenly the rod began to move on its own. Lethean let his arm succumb to the rod’s will. The two men clashed violently with the mysterious staff of Lethean’s. The two men did not stop with their assault. As soon as the swordsman’s blade hit steel, it was subsequently slashing at another target. The other opponent was even more relentless. He would fake a strike every few milliseconds- twirling his staff viciously at various locations on Lethean’s body almost simultaneously. The staff that the vampire owned however was demonstrating its rather impressive use as it blocked every single attack made by the two. Lethean’s body was being somewhat controlled by the metal staff’s inner spirit. Twirling the staff gracefully as he spun about in circles, deflecting and evading numerous attacks while in chorus with his attempts to strike them. Unfortunately, they proved to be just as experienced since they warded off his attempts with a devastating strike of their own. The trio became a series of distorted figures as they skirmished in the timeless night’s moonlit plains… This mêlée seemingly had no conclusion for it was to evenly harmonized.
Meanwhile, Sanvala was moving about on his own accord inside the castle. He had his own agenda...
--End of Chapter IV--
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Rushing into the next room, he noticed that Sanvala was patiently waiting for him, almost expecting him to make it here. The room was a lot larger than the previous one. The ceiling was like looking at a skyscraper from the ground level. Lethean glanced around to familiarize himself with the environment. Sanvala looked at Lethean with a relieved expression as he spoke. “You passed the first trial. Well done. You have also learned a new ability am I right?” Lethean was proud to say that he did. He gripped the lantern as if it were a part of his being. He quickly became attached to it. Sanvala smiled due to Lethean’s childish actions. Looking to him, he straightened his face quickly. “You have a little ways to go. Hopefully, you will master the abilities that you will learn from here on at a fast pace. Your very being will depend on it, young one.” Lethean didn’t mind the fact that he was being called young again because he was in a good mood from obtaining a new element to control. He had so many things he wanted to experiment on. So many things to burn.
Sanvala rose and pointed at Lethean, automatically letting him know the next trial was ready and waiting for him. “Be careful. That‘s all I can say to you. After this trial, if you even survive or exist for that matter, you will be faced with the last and final trial to gain your destined abilities.” Lethean looked at the man with no regrets, lowering his head, eagerly waiting for his opponent to jump from the ceiling or break a new hole in from a nearby wall. Nothing of the sort happened. Sanvala began to sink into the ground literally. He slowly melted into the very ground he stood, leaving the vampire alone in the room. When he turned around to see if his exit was available if he should need one, he saw the door he entered wasn’t there anymore. He scorned at the spot where it once was. When he turned back around though, a well developed young woman stood before him.
She didn’t move nor blink. Her face was soft and full of youth. Her skin was pale and her lips were so red. She wasn’t trying to but for some reason he felt attracted to her. He began to feel her body with his eyes, moving down her beautiful neck to her seductive round chest. He began to move to her waist. But just then, his mind was shot. He was being attacked with psychic power much higher than his own. Lethean staggered back a few steps then released himself of her grasp on his mind. Within the darkness of his hood, that sinister red eye of his once again glowed. He rose from his crouched position, standing upright. He crossed his arms and let the evil side of him reveal itself. He did not care for this woman’s life before him. All he thought was that he was to claim it as his own. Slowly, as the woman observed him, the darkness crept from the gloominess of his dark hood. Shadows swirled from the bottom of his robe, twisting up the sides of his pitch black robe and entangling themselves leisurely. Lethean was growing drastically in strength. The female was not bothered by this. She knew that he would draw out his inner strength in this manner.
“Come.” she ordered him, holding out one hand in front of her. Lethean suddenly raised his left arm to the side holding his palm out. A long slender object phased into being, slowly becoming recognized as a sword. The shadow engulfed vampire quickly grasped the sword he phased into existence and abruptly became a blur as he swiftly attacked the woman with the shadow blade- slashing violently at her neck and waist. She effectively dodged every move he made and then some. After every strike he made, she would jab his body in that corresponding area. Lethean would horizontally slash at her, she would skillfully dodge and jab within the blink of an eye, his left shoulder. Lethean did not take notice to this until he felt a dangerously limp feeling in various areas in his body. He immediately back flipped away out of her reach landing firmly on the ground. The shadow blade that he wielded faded into thin air. Suddenly he limped back and kneeled to the floor in fatigue. He lost all feeling in his left arm and right leg! The vampire’s energy was being drained from him. He failed to notice that the girl wasn’t simply jabbing at him through his cloak and hitting his body. She was sending psi-waves thoroughly into his muscles, rendering them useless to a certain extent. Lethean became worried about himself. This situation was definitely not in his favor. Not only was his opponent a skilled defensive warrior, but she was a psychic vampire who knew how to use her skill. Lethean saw no options for his victory.
The female made her way over to him walking at an alarming pace. The weakened vampire rose from his grounded state and made the most to stand erect. He readied himself for another encounter with the psychic vampire. Just before the female stepped before him, he used his power over the shadows to whirl around he body, ending up behind her. He quickly moved his hands around her neck but she was no longer there. A sharp pain went up his spine. The woman had used her psychic powers to phase her hands through his robe and take a firm grip on his spinal cord. “No mercy.” she whispered as she tore his spine from his back. The vampire wailed in excruciating pain. His eye stopped its glow instantly as his motionless body fell forward to the ground- landing with a hard thud. He lie paralyzed on the ground face first. His conscious was rampaging.
(“Get up! Is this how you will leave this realm?!”
“There is no way to defeat her…”
“Then what? You will succumb to her will?”
“Why not…?”
“!”)
The ominous woman walked slowly to his body that was covered in a clump of black clothing, making him appear as if he had no body. Lethean used all the will and might he had left in his body to make an effort to raise himself from the floor. He failed miserably. Although he had no strength, the body of his still manifested its dark shadows. Somehow, they mysteriously began to fade violet. The swirls and strips of darkness that secreted from his being developed a new threatening sense of life. The purple aura around the threads of shadow signified psychic power was afoot. The woman stopped in her tracks which was only a foot away. She paid close attention to what was occurring before her. The strands darkness were eerily coming to life as it grew from Lethean’s grounded body, towering abnormally high into the air above at a frightening rate. The woman used her psychic power to read the motionless vampire’s mind but was astonished to find that he was completely unconscious. At that very moment, a mass of shadow needles raced at her from above. She quickly leaped off to her left, instantaneously being greeted by another assault from the floor. She rapidly created a psychic barrier around herself that reflected the sharp shadow needles in random directions. As soon as that shield diminished, two long curls of darkness pierced through her delicate body and raised her into the air slowly as she resisted ferociously. In an effort to free herself, she exerted a lot of psychic energy. This drew a lot of attention from the shadows overwhelmed with psychic energy. Little did she know that the darkness was tracking her every movement using her telepathic power as a locating device. The more energy she dispersed, the more power the shadows absorbed and struck with. Suspended in air, struggling to free herself, more and more threads pierced through her vessel. Suddenly, the entire floor was eclipsed. The woman looked down in horror to the spectacle. As her body was faced up toward the ceiling, an innumerable amount of shards raged into her back, instantly shattering her spine into dust. The entire room was engulfed in darkness as the room before was. Amidst the black nothingness, a small red dot floated clearly.
The darkness steadily retracted off the walls and floors of the room back into the hood of the disturbing vampire. His eye still glowing, he glanced at the exhibition before him curious to what the hell it was.
(“…Did I… do that…?“) He stood in awe as he gazed upon the impaled victim suspended in midair. As he did, a long glowing slender strand of purplish life force came swerving out of her lifeless corpse descending toward Lethean. It closed in on him and phased past his robe into his very soul. He crouched down onto the floor and was forced into a fetal position- lowering himself in reaction to the pain it caused. His spine was regenerating and simultaneously, so were his powers. He had gained the spiritual skills of the woman before him. The skill of psychic paralysis and psychic healing.
Just as he left, he returned. Sanvala rose from beneath the floor. He immediately took notice to the impaled woman. He was in awe. “….”
Lethean interrupted his silence and spoke with a cocky tone. “…what’s next…?”
--End of Chapter III--
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The next morning had come, leaving the night‘s rage behind and bestowing a new day. The sun rose, shining brilliantly in flames of red and orange. Squinting, the vampire rose his gloved hand over his eyes in an effort to block out the sun all together. When he realized the sun had arrived, he made an effort to raise his tired body from the cabin he rested against all through the night. He stood on his feet wearily while dusting the grass and dirt from his robe. Looking around the yard and pondering what to do next, he felt the same pair of eyes once again watching him. The vampire new who it was though. Gathering his strength, he immediately jumped onto the roof of the small house he rested against.
“So your awake…” spoke the dark stalker from the previous night.
The vampire landed softly on the roof’s surface with his arms firmly crossed. “I never slept…”
The man responded with a smirk on his face. “It seems that cloak of your protects your body from daylight. Where did you obtain such and extraordinary object?”
The vampire was getting annoyed. “Never mind that! You’re the one I haven’t been able to deal with for quite some time now, are you not? Who are you….?”
“My name shouldn’t be so foreign to you but you appear to have truly forgotten it. Address me as Sanvala for now, young one.”
“Do not call me ‘young one’. My name is Lethean… By the way, I am still curious to why you are following me.”
Sanvala replied in disappointment. “…you will come to find out soon enough. For now, you will be put to sleep. The organization will be so happy to see you.”
Lethean was curious to why they‘d be happy to see someone whom they never met. The sun’s bright light shined against his back and to the face of his stalker, showing him to be a middle aged man with soft, innocent green eyes. Looking past the man‘s shoulders, Lethean spoke to himself, “….The organization…” His mind showed him memories of an organization of vampires. They were always sending minions after him every few decades. He never new why they wanted him, but they did, and every time he escaped. Till now that is. He was curious to why they have longed for his presence.
Uncrossing his arms and pointing to the man before him, “You will take me to the organization. I wish to find out there purpose for me.”
Sanvala rose his eyebrows and responded a little surprised. “My mission has become that much more simpler. To think, I was prepared to knock you senseless.”
Lethean became disgusted with this individual. Suddenly, the surroundings around the vampire distorted and swirled around him. When the process was finished, Lethean emerged in front of an enormous stone mansion. A place he did not recognize but knew was far from the plane he was previously on. Looking to his left, he noticed Sanvala walking ahead. He took this action as a notion to follow. Sanvala lead Lethean up many stairs and past many rooms. Each and every room the two passed had a different tool for torturing. From chains to guillotines to stretchers. All of them still had their victims ensnared within the device. Lethean made a point to keep this in his mind for his own twisted ideas. The two continued up the hallways and staircases. Neither one appeared to be showing signs of fatigue. Eventually, they arrived in an enormous room carpeted in red fur-like mats with skeletons that decorated the walls. At the far end of the room in the center, a muscular man sat in a tall noble-classed chair. Lethean examined him closely as his guide brought him further into the room. Lethean’s eyes weren’t as keen as his nose but they were the only sense he had to use at the moment because the place had no scent whatsoever-which was strange to him... Lethean felt his body mass decrease as he approached the massive man in his chair. Lethean eventually had to look up to view the spectacle. Sanvala abruptly stopped in his tracks. The vampire stopped a few paces behind him.
The big man spoke with power, ”Finally you have come to your senses. I bet you are wondering why I have called you here numerous times before…”
Lethean interrupted, “If you deem countless violent attacks on me, ’calling me’, then yes, I am curious to why you’ve done so.”
The man continued, “ You will discover your true power. The power given to you by your father. You will learn to harness it and become one of my elite minions.”
Lethean wasn’t to fond of the servant idea but he thought it would be a valuable chance to gain a newfound strength and learn about his past- something he never knew of. The young vampire spoke with confidence in his plan, “I will abide by your rules… for now.”
“The prophecy has been set. The son of he who reigned supreme shall carry on the legacy once more. Sanvala, take him to the first chamber. I don‘t think he needs to rest. He is the son of Lord Jahnnum.”
Sanvala made his way back to the entrance of the room. Lethean followed. The two later arrived in a room that was completely empty. No light in it at all except from the doorway the came through. The pitch blackness didn’t bother the vampire but he still had reason to ask why this room had no light in it. He received no answer from Sanvala. “Stay here” he said while giving him a lantern with a small flame in it. He quickly took his leave of the dark room, closing the door which they entered behind him, rendering the place completely dark. The vampire stood in the darkness alone… until he picked up the scent of something cannibalistic. Something with the foul breath of a wolf. He began to hear the growls echoing off the walls- giving the vampire the idea that the room was quite large and wide. The lantern he held in one hand did not light no more than two paces ahead of him. Useless he found this object to be. Suddenly he began to hear footsteps coming towards him. Lethean knew that this was the first test but how to overcome it was another story. His power over the shadows were weak and feeble. But his psychic power made up for that. He began to direct his mind about the room, eventually into his foe’s. He was fascinated and at the same time frightened to find that in that very room was a very hungry werewolf…
He held the lantern in front of him in an failed attempt to light up more of the space in front of him. That very moment though, the werewolf’s head revealed its furry self. Drooling from the mouth it had wide open, it lunged at Lethean full force. Lethean quickly ducked, dropping the lantern. His maneuverability was very sharp since it was based on his hearing abilities. The lantern’s flame still burned. Lethean pondered of how to defeat this creature. While doing so he was launched across the room by the werewolf’s claws. Lethean slammed into a wall but quickly regained all his balance. The werewolf was relentless, attacking him violently intentionally trying to rip him apart as if it hadn’t eaten in centuries. Lethean was swift and sharp with his movements though, wasting the least amounts of energy, dodging the werewolf’s biting, clawing, swiping, kicking, and lunging with luck alone. The lantern lay in the middle of the room, still lighting a small circle around itself. An idea struck the vampire. The werewolf lunged at his torso with its mouth wide open. Lethean phased a shadow based stick into existence and stuck it inside the creature’s mouth while sidestepping the damned thing. The werewolf made a thud as it slid onto the cement floors and into a wall. It struggled to remove the object from its mouth. Lethean took this opportunity to scramble to the center of the room and take the lantern into his possession once again. This time knowing what to do with it. He began to focus his psychic power into the flame, causing it to grow slightly. He was impressed that his idea was working. The flame suddenly exploded out of its container and warped around the vampire, instantly illuminating the room. He now had control over the element of fire.
An evil chuckle came from the vampire as he unleashed his fury onto the grounded werewolf who still struggled with his mouth. Within seconds, the corner the werewolf was in lit up with intense flames of hell. The walls melted off onto the floor from the insane temperatures. After the vampire felt he was done, he retracted the fire back into the lantern, letting it sustain itself on its own as it did before he learned how to manipulate it. As soon as this happened, the lights in the room turned on. The room was indeed large as the vampire anticipated but with a low ceiling. Lethean was fixed on the corner he faced, in awe to what he’d done. The walls in front of him were pitch black and still melting. A deep hole was engraved into the corner. In the deepest part of the hole, bones and blood alongside some flaming pieces of flesh could be seen. That werewolf has officially been disintegrated.
A door behind Lethean on the far side of the room opened. He turned away from the scarred area in the chamber and drifted quickly towards the new path before the smell of dead carcass would catch his nose.
--End of Chapter II--
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The night’s rain was relentless. Drenching the small town of Misar it was. All who walked the broad streets held umbrellas that let the accursed water roll off its dome-like shape. Carriages pulled by the glossiest black horses one could imagine rode careless in the streets as if they had not known the concept of rushing. The tall buildings engraved at their trunk with shops, appeared to be sobbing as the rain poured off of them onto the sidewalks into the alleyways.
“…ungh… I’m thirsty.” A man whom trod along the alleys began to lick his famished lips as he mumbled to himself. This individual held no umbrella, for he had no fear from the water’s touch like the humans did. The black tattered robe he wore completely shielded his body from the rain that pounded on the ground which he walked. His hood shrouded his face in darkness- the way he preferred it to. The wind began to pick up against him, extending his robe far beyond his back.
After a short while, he approached a 3-way intersection in the alley. He paused and peered into the passage on his left. The scarce amount of lamps shed little light on what lie ahead. He noticed it was cluttered with garbage and puddles. “Hobos could be found in that direction as well as a few mice.”, he reminded himself. This fact intrigued him.
Curiosity compelled him to turn his head to the other path which was well lit. It was free of garbage and puddles. A few traces of litter here and there but nothing much. It seemed to him that this trail was taken often. It occurred to be a shortcut used by the underclass or children more so than sensible people. He looked at the passage with the other in mind. Suddenly, he felt a sensation inside his mouth. His nose was very keen and would trigger this sensation upon the scent of something worthy. He caught the scent of a very strong perfume riding the current towards him. He unconsciously made his way down the alleyway on his right.
After drifting slowly for a while, he began to doubt his abilities to sense his prey. He began to think of the other passage- how he would be feasting by now on some hobo’s neck. This was cast aside when he noticed a silhouette in the distance. His eyes began to fix themselves on the figure as it came closer. The figure eventually appeared to be a well developed young businesswoman. She walked in such a seductive manner with her umbrella resting against her shoulder as she busied herself with her purse. The dark man instantly noticed the woman was not what she appeared to be. The way she walked, her attire, the perfume used to cover the unwanted scent of sexual activities and the alley she chose to walk down. She was obviously a prostitute. An outcast. Nobody would miss her, he thought to himself. Killing a person of high ranking would draw a lot of attention to superstition and vampires. Something he did not want. The one before him surely would not arouse such hype.
The sensation in his mouth grew stronger. Continuing to walk further into the alley towards the woman who was completely oblivious to his presence, his left eye began to glow a devilish red- symbolizing an increase in his power. A dark aura of shadows emitted from underneath his robe in various swirls, entangling each other slowly as he gradually closed the distance between him and his prey. Suddenly, the girl looked up startled! She felt she wasn’t alone. But the fact that she saw nothing for as long as her eyes could carry her, she withdrew into a calm oblivious state, digging into her purse for makeup.
A violent wind arose in the opposite direction in which she walked, taking her umbrella high in to the air behind her. Instincts turned her around to view the happening- only to be greeted by a glowing red eye that towered over her in complete darkness. She was completely paralyzed with fear. Whatever voice she had was long gone. The dark man wasted no time placing his inhuman hands on her unsteady shoulders and his fangs in the flesh of her long slender neck. Her body became limp in a matter of seconds. The vampire held her in place, greedily feeding from her unfortunate body.
When he finished, he did not leave her body to rot in the alley. He knew this would also draw attention to the vampires. They were long forgotten myth in this village and he would like to keep it that way for it made prey easier to obtain. He held the girl in place with one hand and unzipped his tattered robe with the other. A strange darkness crept from his hood as he did so. The robe was opened from the neck down to the knees, revealing shadows and endless hell seemingly going on forever in a spiraling abyss. The vampire pulled the girl’s empty vessel, letting it drop into his. Meanwhile, he kept his nose sharp for witnesses. The girl was no longer in this realm, but one of hate and despair. A realm of eternal pain…. His realm.
The vampire turned around and continued down the alley with a satisfied state of mind. But he couldn’t help feeling a pair of eyes on his back. An uneasy sensation crept along his spine. He stopped to survey his surroundings but was disappointed to have found nothing within his eyesight’s range. The rain wasn’t cooperating with his nose either. Catching the scent of someone skillfully hiding would be hard indeed. He knew this well. The weather was drastically decreasing his chances of locating a potential follower if there was one. The vampire turned back in the direction he was going as these thoughts raced though his complex mind…
Atop the tall buildings, that gave birth to the alleys the vampire walked, stood the individual the vampire sought. His black trench coat danced on the rushing currents, exposing his leather tunic and dark jeans that allowed for stakes to be carried in the side pockets. He stood firm with his legs separated as the wind pushed against his long slender body. Arms crossed, he spoke aloud as if he were speaking to the vampire whom he saw down below.
“…..Feeding off such feeble prey… Covering your tracks in fear of the humans… Portraying yourself as a reaper… You have indeed lost much of the pride you once had.”
He chuckled to himself. “’…And the higher the risk, the greater the reward‘, he said…” Just as he finished those words, he burst into dust and shadows, disappearing into the storming night sky.
--End of Chapter I--
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