Violated

The moon was full, the night was still, and my heart was racing. Breathing heavily, I crept down the dimly lit central corridor. I'm not sure what, but something seemed askew. I uneasily made my way to the master bedroom. Slowly, I opened the door, prepared for anything. I struck a match for partial illumination. As I glanced around the room, I noticed the image of a large body laying in the bed. It must be the Mistress. I made my way toward the bed cautiously in the poor light. As I reached down to wake her, the body started to shine a glowing aura. It arose slowly and turned towards me. It was a tall humanoid, wearing a long black cape. Its hair was flaring in fire, and Its eyes were beet red. I was horrified at Its face. In Its mouth lay a tangled mesh of flesh and bone impaled on razor sharp fangs. It lunged at me with Its hands, raking the skin off my chest with Its long fingernails. The Creature seemed to have left a residue of Its blood on my chest, which burned like fire. I withdrew my revolver and aimed for Its heart, but as I fired, It disappeared in a flash, then reappeared on my left flank. I tried to respond but was too slow. . .I felt my neck being pierced as It sunk Its fangs into me. It tore the flesh of my neck into shreds viciously, and I screamed in mortal agony. As I took my dying breath, I finally realized that I had been attacked by a legendary Vampire.

Called

As I emerged from the darkened wood, I found myself stepping out into a quiet forest glen. The only illumination to aid my eye, was that of the stars in the night sky. As I advanced further out into the glen, I took notice of the rectangular black object that lay on the ground. Stepping closer, I realized that what I had seen was a freshly dug hole in the ground. At the head of the hole was a small white cross that glowed in the starlight. I could just barely make out the inscription which read 'Here lies our beloved. Adored by all of the village.' This is when I realized what I had stumbled upon. A freshly dug grave! My curiosity got the best of me, and I crept forward to peer over the lip of the hole - into the darkness below. As I inched closer, I recognized something rather strange about this new grave. The dirt had not been piled in one or two piles, but rather had seemed to have been scattered from the center of the hole out. It was very odd indeed. Finally I reached the side of the grave, and I realized then, that the grave had not been used yet. Maybe the funeral was tomorrow. As these thoughts entered my mind, I heard a soft sound behind me. I quickly spun around to behold a Woman with red glowing eyes, and hands covered with dirt. Her eyes beckoned me to Her, and as She took me into Her embrace, and I felt Her teeth sink deeply into my throat, I closed my eyes, and knew that I had become the victim of a Vampire. Confliction

As true night emerges in the outer world, I awake. I glance about at the dark surroundings, at the stains on the wall and the dust which is disturbed by my motions. Indifferent to the state of disrepair which my room has fallen, I cloak myself in the shadows and leave. I must hunt tonight. Outside, I let my senses awaken and slowly I feel the beat of the city beneath me. From the roof of a crumbling building I watch as a shadow flits along the ground below. He is known to me, what humans might call a 'friend.' To those who know the Hunger, however, there are no friends, merely the hunted and the Kin. The accursed sons of Cain who must feed on the blood of mortal man. I sit still, allowing him to pass. I do not desire companionship tonight. No, the Hunger has grown too strong, and I must feed soon. Near the park I find a suitable victim, and stalk it briefly. Until the last moment, it has no idea how little time is left. After draining it, I kneel down next to the dried corpse and chant softly as the body quickly turns to dust and blows away. The beast within me recedes as the blood heals the Hunger. Sated, I slip back into the shadows. I move more slowly now, pausing to observe the city, it's ebb and flow. Now the indifference is replaced by revulsion and despair. Without the inhuman beast to drive me, my steps falter. Slowly, I drift to my sanctum. Not the dingy room I call my home, but the place where I can nearly break through. High upon the clock tower, I look down on the city with longing and slow tears of blood find their way down my face. They land on the bare stone, where they join the stains from the centuries of my existence. Here I would stay forever, were it not for the sun. As the sky lightens, I snarl at myself and faster than the wind I am back in my dark hole. Slowly, I let my frustration slip away from me, and sink into the dreamless sleep of the undead. Exaltation

It wasn't until the sun sunk in the mid-summer sky that I finally arose. The hunger consumed Me, teasing Me with its subtle demands, forcing Me out into the night...in search of prey. Tonight, the scent of a working man taunts Me, hands calloused and muscles tight. Part of Me wants the fight, while another longs for the simple coupling of mortals, the tenderness I'll never again feel. There, ahead, turning down that alley, is the perfect specimen. I can sense his eagerness for excitement, his desire for it. Before he can turn the next corner I'm waiting for him. I feel his heart beating faster as he gazes upon my form. I long to kiss him, to feel the heat of his body, but instead his fear causes my rage to flare. I reach out to touch his flesh, using my destructive powers to destroy him, but he escapes. I thrash him from behind, with reflexes faster than normal. The fear that he will call attention enrages Me more. I must silence him once and for all. I summon the creatures of the night to aid my plight. Standing before him again. . .one solitary red tear in my eye as I quickly lean forward and sink my teeth into his delicate and unprotected neck. The heat of his blood flowing down my throat gives rise to supreme ecstasy. For I am the ultimate giver of pleasure, the taker of souls. I hunt the night. . .and I am coming for you. Beastly Encounter

...Binge Cringe on the Fringe... The music droned on from a radio down a dark alley. It's owner, a ragged looking man, was hunched over it protectively. He appeared to be listening intensely to it. "Probably stole it earlier today," I thought as I passed. As I moved past him, he looked up at me. I was startled, as most mortals do not sense my presence in the shadows of the night, unless I reveal myself to them. I stopped, and returned his stare, only to step back quickly, barely dodging the first swipe of a suddenly powerful looking arm. Quickly retreating, I used all my powers of perception to determine who or what this man was. He was standing now, though not to full height. His back legs seemed hinged strangely, and he growled in a low menacing voice. His shoulders had grown immense, and his arms ended in powerful looking claws. I recognized a few of the words in the song... ...Showstopper Skinpopper... ...Babbler Dabbler... I understood then what I faced. Not an immortal lord of darkness, like myself. No, but impressive nonetheless. A werewolf, in full transformation under the light of the moon. Few entered the cities, they usually stayed in the forests, baying and howling like the animals they were. As I slowly approached again, the animal suddenly lunged for me with lightning speed. Unable to fully dodge the attack, I called forth the hellfire rage from deep within me, and slammed him aside. Now fully intent on the battle, I felt my curiosity drain as the powers of the dark seethed in my mind. Time after time, the beast lunged, trying to rend me with his powerful claws. Because I dared not drink the blood of one infected as he, I had to ward off the blows and keep him from closing. After a few such encounters, the beast fell to all fours and raised his muzzle to the moon. He howled at it insanely, and it answered him, some of the wounds I had given him seemed to melt from his body. My apprehension increased at this, as did my respect for the werewolves. It had been a long time since I faced any challenge here, in the sick heart of the city. My prey was easily caught, and none of the other Kin would hunt in my territory. As before, I called forth my rage at the creature, and drew a weapon I carried for such occasions. A cane, made of shadows and dark mists. To confuse the wolf, I cast a pearl at its feet, and a globe of darkness engulfed it which only my heightened senses could penetrate. Without mercy, I struck again and again at the wolf. Despite it's speed, it could not match my attacks and soon fell, it's blood trailing slowly into a street gutter. As I watched in amazement, the beast slowly faded away, leaving the ragged man I had seen when I first entered the alley. He died muttering the words to the song which the radio had just finished playing... ...Hot Blood, Guilt... ...Shifting Peace... ...View so Cruel...
Memories

There I stood reveling in the power emanating from the Shrine of Lyssa, the Duchess of all Vampires. As I glanced to my right I saw the pale face of the vampire who was to initiate me into this awesome power. His deep voice had a hypnotic effect on me, and I shuddered as I thought about what would happen if he really tried to charm me, surely nothing could withstand such force. He spoke, "Do you wish to be a vampire, creature of the night?" My voice quivered as I slowly answered "Yes!" Slowly he approached me, his sharp pearly white fangs glistening in the dusky light from the altar. Gently he sank those teeth into my exposed neck. After the first pang of pain as the skin was broken, a feeling of great ecstasy rushed through my bodying, vibrating in every fiber of my being. As my mortal life drained from me, I began to tremble scared and enthralled at the same time. Yet that hypnotic voice came through again, "Be not afraid little one, soon the power of the immortal vampire shall be yours. Then he stood before the altar, and bit deeply into his own wrist. "Come," he whispered, "drink and become one with your brethren." I put my lips on his wrist and drank down the bitter coppery fluid as if it was the nectar of the gods. With every drop I felt the power flow into me. I was finally one. I was finally a vampire. That all happened so long ago, I am now the master of the night and all should fear the rage of the Vampire.