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"My legal name where I currently reside in the city of Liege, Belgium, is Gaspar Valessi. But that is not my real name. The name I was given some 30,000 years ago, when I was born in a Paleolithic settlement in the region that is now called Germany - the name my father gave me shortly after I was voided, bloody and howling, from my mother's womb - is Gon."

So begins the saga of the immortal Gon, a 30,000 year-old vampire. He recounts his mortal life in prehistoric Germany alongside his male companion, Brulde, and his two wives, the Neanderthal Eyya and his Cro-Magnon mate, Nyala. It details the fearsome events that lead to his transformation from man to undying monster.

Chronicles Of An Ancient Vampire

When they were satisfied that Gilad would live, Gon swept the old woman into his arms.

Nyal felt a tingle shiver through her flesh. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in a very long time. He was so strong! He had lifted her like a baby. And when she looked into his face, she could almost forget that she was old and infirm and in pain. She felt young again in his presence, vital, as if his unnatural youth was a radiant thing, and she was absorbing it into her flesh.

She smiled at him in triumph, hooking an arm around his neck. "You were never able to refuse me, husband," she said. "Not once in all these years."

"Not once," Gon said brusquely, but he returned her smile as he said it.

Gon turned to watch Gilad limp down the hill. The strapping young man paused once to wave to them, then slipped into the shadows of the pines.

"I hope he is well enough to make it back to the camp," Gon said, his brow furrowed.

"He's a strong boy," Nyal replied. "He has Eyya's blood in him."

"Yes. And Brulde's blood as well. I can see it in his face."

Nyal nodded, looking after the young man with great affection.

Gon glanced down at her then, and she reached up to wipe the tears from his cheeks. His eyes were so different now-- gold, where once they were hazel. They were beautiful, his new eyes, but their luster was unnatural. They disturbed her a little, even as she felt drawn to them.

"Why do you weep these terrible black tears?" Nyal asked, rubbing the dark fluid experimentally between her fingers. The tears, whatever they were made of, caused her fingers to throb. She scowled and wiped them on her clothing.

"It is the sun," he answered her. "The light burns my eyes."

"Another aspect of your curse? Like the cold flesh and the hunger for blood?"

She nodded, accepting his answer without further question.

"So… are you ready for this, my wife?" Gon asked, shifting her in his arms. "I am going to move very quickly now. It will not be pleasant."

Chapter 62 - Nyal's Story part 11