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

Evening comes as I complete this second volume of my memoirs. In just a few hours, it will be Christmas morning, a celebration of the birth of a radical young rabbi named Yeshua, who was delivered—or so the story goes—in the manger of a donkey, some two thousand years ago.

I've seen a lot of messiahs come and go in thirty thousand years. But I've always liked the message he preached. It's too bad no one really understands it. Instead, the powerful use his name to draw lines on the battlefield of our souls. The weak retreat into its shadow.

I think he would weep if he knew the atrocities that have been committed in his name. I'm sure of it, actually. I wish I had met him, but I was living in Rome when he ministered to the Jews.

In the adjacent room, my captive audience sleeps fitfully in his chair. I can hear his soft snores. I can smell the rank odor of his excrement. He soiled himself sometime during the day, while I slept in the guest room on the other side of the suite.

I'm not sure why I've let him live, only that I'm not finished with him. I want to tell him more, and I want him to tell me more as well.

But for now this tale is told. Perhaps it's too brief. I'm ever insecure of my literary talents, but I didn't want to encumber you with some thick and clumsy tome. I'm afraid I may grow tiresome if I ramble on too long.

I hope you are still curious about me. I hope you'll read the volumes to follow. I promise there is a meaning to it all. No Grand Revelation, perhaps, but a truth, a real truth, and a good one.

I'm sure, if you're a wise and virtuous person, you've already figured out what it is. I'm loath to write it out explicitly, only because it sounds cliché, and maybe you won't read any more of my stories if I do.

Until we meet again, I remain your friend,

The Oldest Living Vampire

Chapter 112 - Adieu, For Now