• User ImageNight falls down on the city, time for me to take to the skies, on this crisp cool october evening there are many to choose form each with their own little attractive quality. For over 300 years I'v been a creature of the dark. Todays socitiy says they have many a false vampire, but I am the real thing, I can remember the night I turned, a night I cant forget. I was walking down an old back ally , just caught an evening play and i wanted a pint. thats where i met him the one who would change my life. he was a pale man of sorts, you could tell by his speech he was from the mother land, god bless the king, he was unusally tall with long black hair and hollow eyes. He asked me about the play , "Yes a bit drab", I replies and we both chuckled, he said he liked his plays to have a little more death in them, "so you perfer tragidies then" , "yes of sorts" he said with a snicker, I asked him to join me for a pint so we could futher our conversation. at the tavern we passed by a many of people who didnt even glance at my mysterious guest as if he wasnt there as passed by the tables to a table in the back of the room. As we sit and drank we covered many subjects to which i found my new found friend to be very intelligent. Midnight came, closeing time the barkeep must cleen up from the fights and drunks of the night so i invited my new friend back to my house for more mead and conversation of god, king and country but not necessarily in that order. Along the walk I asked him of his name and family for he has of this point made no mention of either, and i engrossed in a many of pints and conversation had forgotten to ask of him. His only reply was that his name was warick and his last name was lost to him cause he had not spoken it in many a year. As I unlocked the door to the house I got a cold chill that chilled me to the bone never have i felt this before allmost as if death himself was standing right behinde me. As I started in I told warick that i suddenly didnt feel like company this evening, but he insisted on entering. The feeling of death was still upon me and growing stronger and now i could smell rotting, putrid meat. As I turned to warick I noticed something different about him. His once hollow eyes now seemed to glow like Flames in the dark, he reached out his hand and grabed my neck. His unusually strong hands seemd as cold as ice and the feeling of death was even stronger now. "Let me go, you putrid pile of s**t" and he grabed tighter. He took me to the floor and bite my neck and i feelt my very exsitance start to dissappear. As I felt my life slip away with each throabing suck from his mouth I felt him pull away and begin to laugh. It will all be over soon my child, though it will hurt for a bit. As I lay on the floor my stomach felt like it was turning inside out, my blood boiling, my head spinning .
    "Oh god the pain, god make it stop, MAKE IT STOP." Then morning came and i felt woozy and blamed it all on a bad dream and one to many pints, must of had one too many, but as i washed up i seen the marks..... The day sucked seems so bright outside for winter so i returned to bed wakeing up later that evening to find warick in my chambers. "My stomach.... 'you must eat'.... I cant MY STOMACH....'I knew you would say that so i took the honor for you here drink up'" .Hmmmm warm and smooth but BLOOD????... but it taste so good .. "yes from now on you will feed on the weak till you gain control of the hunger, then you can feed on what ever and who ever you want." "Allways remember the knowledge you gain can never be lost and the hunger will never die... for now and ever more you are one of the cursed, one of the lost souls, one of us..... a VAMPIRE"