015. The Start
Chapter TW; beware of the content you are about to read. if you are uncomfortable with dark content, you may skip this chapter. The next chapter will be a continuation, but a lot less gruesome and delves into the biology of vampires.
After hearing what the taller man had to say, Frinz sighed. He had no right to complain nor run. "You'll live to at least another four thousand, won't you? For how much longer will I have to repent?" He asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.
Callistus could only roll his eyes. "Really?" He hissed. No one was forcing him to repent. No matter how many times he had this talk with the vampire, he never learned.
How many years had passed? The origins of vampires was much different than the textbooks, and how history would depict it truthfully.
Others species themselves didn't even know. He likely believed his own people only heard tales, nothing to be confirmed. "You truly are awful." He hissed out taking a seat at the table, something he had never let go.
Long ago, there lived a boy born to humans many many years ago, he was born to a peasant family who struggled to even survive. However, within his family there was a lot of love despite the struggle of survival.
The boy was small and thin. Underdeveloped as he barely ate, his body frail. He had become tan from nights of hard labour, and his face already wrinkled. He had light blue eyes and beautiful blonde hair, much different than the other villagers.
Although unsightly, once cleaned he looked gorgeous. A town elder fell in love with the boy, after seeing potential.
By the time he was fourteen he was taken in, the man admired his beauty. And by twenty, he was already made a concubine. Although in ancient times they had different words.
It was not abnormal to die young, nor take a young bride. It was not uncommon to marry a male, either. In these times, the boy simply was raised to be pretty.
But unfortunately a famine struck, the boy who forgot how to do labour, nor knew anything about how to help only suffered. Suffering with people.
One by one the people of his village died, until his own. His husband fell, his other wives fell. He himself, had succumbed. In a moment of horror, he ate their decaying flesh. The once luscious land now barren, over hunted and in drought. The people rot but they were edible.
The boy ate.. and ate… the taste was putrid. He sunk his teeth into their flesh, and drank from the rivers. Although, this did not keep him alive.
His body withered and also decayed. He turned pale and cold, thin and ugly. However, instead of completely losing his life, he had lost his humanity instead as his hair turned white.
A beautiful silver colour replaced his blonde roots. His eyes now frightening and cold instead of gentle blue. His figure still pale and frail, but he managed to walk. His throat ache no matter how much he drunk.
Overcome by sensory overload from his vision to hearing he let out a scream. The animals which solemnly remain had begun to run. However, his body reacted too quickly.
He ran quick, on all fours. With no weapon he bit through the animal, ripping the flesh with his bare teeth. This was no mistake, as he was now a monster.
Not one created by the famine, or genetic evolution. Rather, the animals. The animals they hunted carried a bacteria.
A rancid parasite. The people had gotten used to them, but after going so long without any food, the parasites would rot their body, but how did only he change?
He had feasted on others. A disgusting person who absorbed their blood into his own, their flesh in his stomach.
Survival. The parasites begun to take over his body, it was not evolution but a merge. A place to co-exist was within his body. So long as he devoured blood, the thing they need, he would live.
He was not powerful to control it. But he knew that if he drank the blood, the pain would calm. The thirst would quench. He was overwhelmed with guilt.
He survived but became a monster, the method had disgust him. However the man found himself stronger. His body was now taller, had more strength, was heightened. All because of his urge.
He had buried the people himself. His husband, one he never loved but only now felt remorse. His parents, those who loved him. The children. The workers.
With his bare hands which turned bloodied, he carved for them and lay them at rest.
He contemplated. Would the carvings hurt him? His body physically shook when they were in his hands. But he couldn't do it.
For many years he traveled at night. Scared of hurting humans and not animals. How long did time pass he did not know as he found himself in a new civilization on accident.
He traveled far and wide. Never once did he encounter a human until he met her. "Mister, are you lost?" A small voice called out.
In the midst of night he thought he was going crazy. The language was foreign but seemed to try their best, and he could slightly understand.
Over the years he gained control of his body. He adapted, but never forgave as he never aged. He was now tall, cold, and beautiful.
He couldn't understand the girl who looked 16, that approached. however one thing that was clear was how she complemented his appearance.
She tugged at his arms trying to drag him. He wanted to run but was afraid of breaking her. Of taking her blood.
He resisted the urge as he somehow followed her. All the way to a palace. A beautiful place, with people who wore odd garments.
They were quite beautiful. He was even given a pair, with long sleeves from a wealthy-looking man. The girl tried to communicate but he didn't understand. She taught him the language and then did he learn he was in ancient "China" at the time through odd gestures before he knew it.
He had stayed for a long time as he realised his body could not meet the sun. The days of being a hermit affected him. During the night he feasted on blood from the animals, however he never could escape the woman.
She had caught him with a sadistic smile. The princess who took him as her husband. He did not know and she took advantage.
Her brown locks fell over her face as she opened her eyes, grey orbs seeing through him. Raising her hand, she covered her mouth with her sleeve.
"Darling", she cooed in a honeyed voice. "What are you doing?" She asked keeping him on a leash. She knew he was a monster through careful investigation, and wanted his power.
Originally a pretty face she wanted to sleep with, now a toy she could use. His overwhelming guilt preventing him from leaving as he couldn't hurt a woman nor silence her.
She fed him, he slept with her, he became mentally numb. She talked to him. Whined. He listened with little choice.
He feared him becoming a threat to the people even as she aged for decades. Though, the worst accrued when she was forty age.
Childless, no longer pampered, and shrill. She shrieked at him to save her after someone tried to burn her. He wanted to thank them but couldn't. He saved her and stayed with her as she continued the abuse.
She would cut herself to tempt him. Break his body. Solely for entertainment. However one day things had stop and she changed for worse.
She was sweet and caring, mentally manipulating him into believing only she loved him. He was desperate for love. Never once did he forget the touch of a human when traveling.
No. He never forgot the warmth of love, rather. He fell for it as one night she cooed to save her from this world once and for all.
He had bit into her, she had a wicked grin.. too late, the parasite was transferred to her. With this, she took control of people including her brother to make herself queen. The queen dowager.
However, the more that was passed on the weaker the species. Only barely affected. She only had half his power but was still a danger.
After being merciless with her people, he drew a line. Enraged, he killed her before everyone, and was labeled the king. Those who were cruel were eliminated.
Unknown to him a child grew in her stomach. Not his, but a different man. Both infected with the parasite. He was a lesser creature but survived despite the woman who had him decayed.
He slowly grew as her body tried to heal but failed, and was abandoned as no one realised he lived. A baby no more than a few days old, which already grew with an inhuman pace was found by none other than the king ready to dispose of the woman unhonourably, with a look of panic.