The vicious breed is born.

In the early middle ages somewhere in eastern Europe a family is sitting by a camp fire. They are talking about the werewolves that are located in camps in the woods. Humans were powerless against them. They realised they needed to act fast and do something so they wouldn't be so helpless. One night one of their neighbours were slaughtered by the wolves, instead of getting rid of the body they decided to drink the blood. Then they killed themselves. They awoke as vampires. They were powerless against the sun so became prisoners off the shadows. Mark's family were killed by the sunlight so he was the only original vampire to live in existence. He was a tall brooding male with dark black hair, and steel grey eyes. He killed all the wolves to avenge his family. The blood craving was too much for him. He couldn't control himself and killed his neighbours. He didn't want to, but the blood calling was too strong. He needed to feed, he needed to live. With every drop of blood he grew stronger, got faster got more powerful. He could only be killed by a wooden stake through the heart, but nobody ever got close enough to kill him. Instead they ended up dying. He lived life alone. The centuries past, centuries of living alone hurt him. He missed his family, but he realised there was no way of getting them back. Sometimes he liked being alone, but other times the loud silence burned through him. He hated not being able to go out in the sunlight, he missed the warmth on his skin. Now the sun only burned him. He was a monster, doomed to walk the night. He had been through so much, the sixties was a cool era for him. He belonged there. Partying and drinking. So much fun. The seventies were a bore, and don't even get him started on the eighties. And the naughties wow so much racket. Then it was the 21st Century. A new start in a new town. He relocated to Brentworth Village. A medium sized village with a lot of residence, plus people stopped by when they were passing through. His first night, he brought a home and then went out to the pub. He noticed a group of girls having fun. He knew he would feed tonight.

The lion and the little lamb.

He sat at the bar with a glass of bourbon. He kept his steel eyes locked on the girls. He had an eye on one in particular. A girl around 5'1, long blonde hair and green eyes. He overheard the other girls call her Louise. A nice name he thought to himself. He saw Louise leave the pub and followed her, making sure he stuck in the shadows so he wasn't seen by anyone. He watched as she went into the woods, he stalked her, following closely behind her. The wind blew her hair up, her scent was so strong. He licked his lips, just waiting for feed. He sent was mesmerising. He couldn't think about anything else. He stepped on a twig and a loud snap echoed through the once silent woods, Louise looked around "hello" she called out but there was no answer. Her began to race when she heard leaves crunching. She knew someone was there but she didn't know who. Mark used his vampire speed and ran up behind her and grabbed her from behind. He threw his head back and let his sharp white fangs piece through his gums, the snapped his head onto her neck. His sharp teeth piecing into her neck. She began squealing and wriggling but his grip was to strong for her. He sucked on her blood, her sweet sweet blood. Eventually she stopped moving since she had no blood left. He pulled his head away and let his fangs go back into his gums. He snapped her neck then tossed her to the ground like she was nothing. And to him she was nothing. Nothing but food. He wiped the blood from his mouth and walked out of the woods and went home. He hung up his jacket and sat on the couch staring at the fire. He sighed and went up to bed since there was nothing else left for him to do.

The vampire school of trickery.

Mark woke up the next morning and took a shower then put on his jeans and trainers and a white tight shirt than showed his large bulging muscles, then threw his black leather jacket over the top. He knew he was trapped in doors since it was light out. He sat on the sofa for hours staring blankly into space waiting for the night to fall, when it did he ran out the door and went to the college. Night classes. Humans. Food. Was all that was on his mind. He wondered what was in store for him. He was going to find out.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 07.11.2011

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