Zeuberg

"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

"And so that's it?" the German demanded.

"Hardly," I replied. "But I'm afraid that's all the time we have tonight." I nodded toward the brightening balcony doors, the low December light pressing to the frosted glass.

I'd bound him to another chair after knocking him unconscious, and he glowered at me, his face bruised and swollen. "You've told me nothing. Just a story about how you killed some corrupt old men."

I shrugged. "It is what it is. Life is not plotted like a novel."

The German snorted with derision. "I thought you would tell me something important. Some grand revelation."

"I don't know," my captive said sullenly. "Does it matter if we're good or bad? Is there life after death? Is there a God?"

I chuckled. "For our sake, I hope not."

Suddenly furious, the pornographer lashed in his bonds. Spittle flew from his lips as he screamed at me: "I listened to you all night long! What was the point? You're the oldest living thing in the world, and you're no wiser than anyone else!"

"I told you," I replied calmly. "This grand revelation you were hoping for. I did tell you. You just didn't grasp it."

He stopped struggling. Nostrils flaring, he glared at me. "What? If there is some meaning in your tale, then explain it to me, or finish me now. I'm tired of waiting for you to kill me. My body aches, and I have to shit. I'm tired of being tied to this chair, for fuck's sake. Tell me!"

"I have lived for thirty thousand years," I whispered, leaning toward him dramatically. "For all my time in this world, for all my experiences, I've discovered only one thing ever really matters."

I leapt on him then. With a snarl, I seized him and brought my fangs to his neck. He screamed in anguish as I bit into his flesh, severing his carotid and jugular with one quick slash. The blood gushed out of him, hot and salty, filling my mouth, spilling down my chin. I grabbed his hair and jerked his head to the side and sucked his life out in great, greedy draughts. I filled my belly with him, and when he was a hair's breadth from death, I brought the Living Blood up from the center of me, and I spat it onto the spraying wound.

I stepped back and watched the black blood knit the ragged tears back together. The bleeding slowed… stopped. His eyes rolled groggily toward me. He was pale with blood loss, only half-conscious.

"Because I can. Because you deserve this," I said. I smiled. "I have many more tales to tell you."

Chapter 111 - Liege, Belgium, 6:30 am, December 23, 2010 A.D. part 1