CHAPTER (III)

207 Years Ago

Greenwood, United Kingdom.

Many tales had been crafted of what happed to the night crawlers, a name the humans came up for the vampires.

Some said they were tricked and exposed to the sun and they all died. Some said they fought each other and killed each other and others said that someone had designed a white oak stake and killed them all. But they were all wrong. Only one person knew what was close to the truth.

Inside an old English house in the outskirts of Greenwood, a man, possibly twenty wearing loose pants and a loose shirt walked into the kitchen where his mother and aunt were. "I finally figured it out. "The young lad told the two women.

"Figured what?" the aunt asked.

"What happened to father and-" The mother cut in, hitting the small kitchen table with her palm.

"Sadon we've been over this. This obsession of yours has to stop!" His mother told in her heavy British accent. The aunt thought it best to stay out of it.

"But mother, do you not wish to know what happed to father and my brothers?" he asked looking at his mother.

"What happened is that they are dead and I made peace with their deaths-" The son interrupted.

"How can you mother?"

"They took that path Sadon." She answered.

"Cornelle, Merton and Philippe maybe, but father was turned against his will." 

"It doesn't matter, all your theories of what happened to them have been wrong and have brought us nothing but hurt. Let it go Sadon." The mother said to him.

"But I'm sure of this theory mother, just hear me out," the lad pleaded.

The mother was about to decline but the aunt vouched for her nephew and minutes later, the three were seated around the small dining table.

A few years back, Sadon's grandfather had been attacked and sucked dry by a vampire. Sadon's father was furious with the night crawlers and developed a hating for them. He swore to hunt down the vampire who killed his father, he became obsessed. He sunk deep into research on vampires, looking for weaknesses and ways to take them down. After months of extensive research, he found a way to kill them. He designed wooden bullets made from white oak. His quest to find the culprit responsible started. Sadon's father, Gawain, killed many vampires before he finally got to the one who had sucked his father, Lady Shiva. A vampire associated with a highly ranked vampire.

The remaining vampires held a grudge with Gawain, they tricked him and turned him into the thing he hated most, a vampire. His three sons Cornelle, Merton and Philippe developed an interest in vampires from their father's research and had themselves turned. A few years later, all vampires died mysteriously.

Sadon got obsessed with the incident and worked to unearth what really happened but all theories he had come up with turned out to be wrong.

"Over six hundred years ago, a man called Ulric killed the child of a very powerful witch." Sadon began to his mother and aunt. "A few years before that, the witch had been cursed to only have one child. The death of her child pained her greatly and a hating for Ulric grew inside her. She got other witches from her coven and together they came up with a spell and cursed Ulric's son." He paused.

"Where did you get all this?" His aunt asked.

"I've been doing a lot of homework," he answered. "The five witches cursed his son into being a monster the world had never seen, and the first vampire was born. Over the years, the son turned people and created an army but he suddenly disappeared. It is believed that his army hated that he was more powerful than them all, and held so much authority over them. So they forced a witch to put a sleeping spell on him, that's how he disappeared." He sipped his water.

The story was intriguing, even to the mother who thought that listening to her son was a total waste of time.

"It is said that the original night crawler was cursed into a deep slumber for eternity. The other vampires grew stronger and the humans seemed weaker. Vampire hunters came up but were killed by the vampires who later killed all the witches for they were the only species that seemed a threat. They feared the power the witches held, being able to hurt them with just a snap of their fingers." He continued.

"Years passed and everyone forgot about the original vampire, Farian. What they didn't realize was that after killing all the witches, the spell on Farian grew weaker and forty years later, he broke free of the spell but was tremendously drained of his energy and he had to feed. He slowly fed on humans, not wanting to attract attention, he watched the other vampires rule but kept his distance for years. As we all know father was turned after he went after Lady Shiva who killed grandfather." The two women didn't speak, just listened.

"Ten years after my brothers got turned, Farian resurfaced to have his revenge, he killed all the vampires in existence."

The mother was the first to speak. "What happened to Farian?" She asked.

"No one knows but most say that before the last vampire died, he shot Farian with Fathers white oak bullets and killed him but I don't believe that was the case."

"Why?" The mother asked shifting on her chair.

"I found an article by father and in the article, father wrote that he destroyed the gun and all bullets for he feared they would be used on him. He destroyed them before Farian resurfaced, so there is no way he was killed."

"So what happened to Farian? Where is he?" the aunt Asked.

"No one knows, but I tracked him to the capital." He broke the news and his mother's eyes widened.

Before she could speak, her son stood and walked away, his footsteps being heard as he stepped on the wooden floor, he came back with a small box. "What is that?"

"I found fathers research on killing a vampire and out of it, I made this," he said and opened the box and fished out a cylindrical-shaped piece of wood with a pointed end.

"Is that…" the aunt broke off as her sister gasped.

"I'm gonna lure Farian to Greenwood and kill him." The lad said firmly holding the oak stake. "He'll pay for everything he took from us."

"Sadon, he killed thousands of night crawlers," his mother warned but he could hear none of it.

She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. "How do you plan on luring Farian to Greenwood?"

"I've spoken to our friend Idla who works at the daily paper and she has agreed to put on the paper that a vampire has been spotted here in Greenwood. Farian will be forced to come here to kill this vampire, then I'll kill him." He explained holding the white oak firmly.

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