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 he finally rose, late in the morning, I was sitting in the chair beside the bed, watching him.

"Does your kind not sleep?" he asked.

"We do not need to," I answered. "Not like mortal men require it. I sometimes lie down to rest during the day. When I do, I slip into a death-like state."

"The sunlight hurts our eyes. Our senses are greatly amplified when we are transformed into immortals." He opened his mouth to speak again and I put up a hand. "Enough! Enough questions for now, Justus. We must maintain appearances. We should go about our business today as if I were a mortal man. I will accompany you, but we must keep up the pretense that I am an ordinary man."

He nodded, threw aside the covers and rose. He turned his back to me, used his toe to retrieve the chamberpot from beneath the bed and urinated. "Do you piss?" he asked, looking at me over his shoulder as his urine pattered into the pot.

"But you drink. I saw you drink ale last night, and wine. Where does it go?"

"I said no more questions. There will be time enough for that tonight, when we go out to hunt the degenerate ones."

"So they are here?" he asked, shaking off.

"I believe so. I strongly suspect they are."

"Can they harm you? How strong are they? Are they stronger or weaker than the… uh, purebloods. What do you call yourselves? How do you distinguish between your lineage and the degenerate ones?"

I laughed, rising from my chair. "We call ourselves many things, Justus. Vampires. Strigoi. Blood drinkers. The children of the night. We have only one name for the degenerate ones." I took up his hose from the previous night and threw them to him. "We call them ghouls," I said. "Tonight, after we have appeased the locals, we will steal from this room and go in search of these ghouls. We must find them all and exterminate them, for they spread their cursed blood indiscriminately. I have witnessed whole villages transformed into ravening fiends."

Justus sat and began to pull on his hose. "You did not answer my question fully, Gyozo. How powerful are they? Can you alone destroy them? What if there is a legion of them?"

I smiled menacingly. "They are strong, but I am much, much stronger. In fact, I am one of the strongest of my kind. No harm shall befall you in my company. That I promise you."

Chapter 278 - Last Rites part 9