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

When we finished making love, we hunted.

Fully clothed again, we set forth, slipping through the shadowcut moonlight. Zenzele was quiet, as if lost in thought, but seemed absurdly aware of my presence. She startled each time I made some noise or crossed in front of her path. Finally, I could stand no more of it.

"What is the matter?" I whispered, and when she did not answer, I took hold of her arm. "Zenzele!"

I feared the memories I had Shared with her had offended her somehow, had extinguished the growing affection she felt for me.

She looked from the hand that clasped her upper arm to my eyes, and the coolness in her expression melted. For a moment, she seemed all too fragile, the mortal woman she might have been.

She shook her head, but then relented. "I never had children of my own," she murmured. "When I was a mortal child, all I wanted to be was a mother. To be mated and have a home full of babies! Through your memories, I know that joy now, but it has broken my heart."

"Have you not Shared with others who--?"

Zenzele shook her head. "I have only Shared with Palifver, and he fathered no mortal children."

Seven millennia separated me from the offspring I had sired, but my heart still ached at the memory of them. I imagined waking from a dream to find that my children belonged to another. Yes, it would break my heart!

"Do you need a moment? We can rest for a little while, talk if you want."

Zenzele laughed. "I am fine. Only tell me… how can you stand it? It is like someone has reached inside my chest and ripped out my heart."

"My father always said 'no man should outlive his own children'," I replied thoughtfully. "Not a single one of my beautiful babies will pass from this living realm, however. Not so long as I hold them here, in my memories. If I must live for all eternity, then they shall live eternally as well. In my soul. I will never let them go."

Zenzele stared at me for a long time, as silent as the snow drifting down around us. Finally she nodded. "And now I keep them safe for you as well," she whispered. "Our beautiful babies."

I wanted to embrace her. I wanted to plant a thousand kisses on her. On her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. On her eyelids, her breasts, her inner thighs. My loins stirred like the loins of a mortal man at the thought of it, but we did not have the time.

We did not have the time!

You'd think immortals would have no end of time, but not us. Not that night. We needed to hunt quickly and return to the slave caravan before the others grew suspicious. As Zenzele had said, I must be above reproach if Khronos was to accept me. I understood her motives now that I had Shared with her. If I found favor with Khronos, he might extend that sympathy to the Tanti. It was really the only chance I had of protecting my adopted tribe.

Chapter 200 - Uroboros part 1