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

The dead travel fast, I'm sure you've heard it said, and we did. We flew west, racing across the rooftops of the city of Liege. Lukas kept up remarkably well once we had left the highrises behind. He was much more certain of himself when we were only three or four stories in the air, which was about the maximum height of most of Liege's architecture.

We leapt from roof to roof across the alleyways and streets, and where the gaps between the buildings were too far to leap across, we descended to the ground, moving through the narrow, winding avenues and dimly lit backstreets like death's messenger boys.

I was fairly certain Apollonius would not be able to track us even this far. It is hard to follow a scent when your quarry is airborne half the time. Just to be certain, however, I lead us to the thruway. There beside the Meuse, in the tangle of concrete overpasses and underpasses that comprise the heart of the city's transportation network, I crouched upon the A-432 bridge.

I did not care that a hundred mortals saw me crouching there like a jumper judging the drop. As Lukas had said, it did not matter if any mortals saw us now. We were never coming back to this city, and I would soon be dead.

Fatalism, as you can image, can be a very liberating thing.

After a few minutes, a large bus came roaring down the highway. I timed my jump the best that I could, waiting, waiting, and then I grabbed Lukas by the collar of his parka and propelled myself over the guardrail.

Lukas cried out in surprise. I don't think he expected me to do such a reckless thing. In truth, I'd never tried anything like that before. But we landed atop the bus and I managed, somehow, to find some purchase on its smooth metallic surface. My fingers latched onto the seams and rivets that held its curved hide together. Laughing, I watched the city careen around us as Lukas scrambled to find his own handholds, his curses drowned out by the wind.

This is it, I thought. I am really doing this!

If, by chance, Apollonius managed to track me to that bridge, there was no way he'd be able follow my scent any further.

Chapter 254 - Final Arrangements part 11