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1. My first embrace...

Louis-Ruthven

He walked out of his house, freshly bathed, his garments were pressed and clean. Hislong hair was tied in the back, falling down to his waist... He was nobility and he lookedthe part. He was ready to meet his peers and friends at the Purple Cockatris Inn, for anight of frivolity... He never made it that far... Word in the streets for months after that,he killed himself when he lost his money gambling... Coincidence? Perhaps..."Excuse me kind sir, but may I inquire as to the direction of the central square?"A sweet female voice straight from Heaven, hypnotic green eyes, furiously red hair, asmile of pearly white teeth, and pale skin... He was enthralled. He bowed curtiously tothis apparition, and said"Indeed thou might, Miss??..." prompting her to give him her name..."I doubt your grace will remember that in a few hours..." She said with an enticing yetmysterious smile... Something in her eyes caught his attention, but he could not placeit..."I could make thee blink in astonishment, mylady, if only thou but gave me the chance?"Her pale hand rose and caressed his cheek, sending shivers up his spine..."My my! Thou art warm indeed!" She said with a playful twist in the corner of hermouth... He was steaming inside, but he could not let it show..." 'tis the warmth of the night my lady, and I fear that I am a tad overdressed..." Her handslowly crept to the back of his neck, her nails subtly scratching him, pulling him closer toher. He was breathing shallow now."I need thee, my Lord... I need thee lest I die!" she said under her breath. She pulled himcloser to her lips...He did not want to leave, but after a short while, Darkness consumed him, not knowinghow, or why...Heavy rain. Wind. Cold.He slowly rose... Wet and tired he was, bruised and in pain... His head was swimming as

if from too much ale, and he was trembling furiously. He tried with all his strength tomake his feet move one in front of the other, but to small avail. It seemed like he hadiron legs, along with apropriately iron-like stiff joints... He had to sit down..."I feel ill..." he thought to himself."I feel... Weak, as if someone has taken all strength away from me..."After some moments, he came to realize that it was almost dawn, with the sky taking it'sfirst blue black hues in the first minutes of the new day... In his mind a small whisperbegan to take shape, but no sound yet... He looked at the sunrise, his eyes hurting a bit,and decided that it was high time he went on home... But were was he? He did notrecognize this part of town... Muddy streets, broken down homes, tatterred remains of once prestigious buildings, now all of them adding up to this depressive visage of a greycity... He looked around for someone but no one was anywhere to be seen... Eventualy,his urgency pressed him to walk into one of the near-by houses and ask there. He took 3steps in the house, when all of a sudden, Darkness..."By Saint Vitus!! His eyes are open!!" a voice whispered "What magic is this??" anothervoice joined in...He tried to focus his gaze on one of the three people he saw in front of him, but theworld was moving very fast..."W...Wa...t...er..." he whispered in a hoarse voice before his head dropped to his chest,and he realized that he was tied to a pole. His garments were decayed, smelled likeearth and dirt and he found it difficult to speak... He could hear whispers "By the Mercyof the Saints!! Spare us from your punishment, we meant only to feed ourselves and ourchildren!!" His focus was a bit better now, he could see that these people were in factshouting... But the whispers still came... And who in the name of the 5 Wizards were theSaints?"How can he be still alive?" one whisper asked..."Wa...ter..." the world slows down a bit..."How in Hell's Fire is he still ALIVE???" loud whisper... One of the three people turns andlooks at him..."Do you know where you are?" he asked, whispering..."Wat..er!!" he whispered... Someone gave him a glass, brought it to his mouth... Thewater tasted like ashes, and he quickly spat it out... By doing so, from the jolt of hishead, he felt something come loose in his left ear, and drop out... Immediately he

realized why he was listening to whispers... Something was in his ears... He looked downand he saw... wax?? *wax for the ears of the dead... they must have thought I was dead!But that is ludicrous, isn't it?*Then the long slumbering Whisper awoke, and took him over utterly!! The world stoppedmoving altogether, he thought his head was moving 50 times faster than normal, he couldsee in the darkest corners of the room, he could smell everything and he could hear athumping in his head... A strange sound, liquid yet strong, going faster, slower... And withthat, came the Hunger... His eyes danced from one person to the other... He could seethem now, dressed in rags,the elder with a staff in his hand, waving it around..."Dost thou perceive thyself a Wizard old man?" he asked with new strength in his voice...The old man shivered. First from the change in voice and posture, then from the style of speech..."How is it possible that you live? What kind of creature are you?" the old man asked in atrembling voice...*what dialect might this be?* he asked himself... But the Hunger left little room forquestions..."You were not supposed to be alive! After 50 years in a grave!! And now we must makethis right... Boys!!" said the old man, the trembling in his voice now gone... The twoothers were starting to move menacingly towards the tied man, with big pieces of woodshaped like fat swords.*grave?* A whisper in his mind came, with all the urgency and purpose of Death itself...*You are a Son of the Night... A Childe of Darkness!* he was confused, the people weregetting closer, his stomach felt like it was being gnawed upon,*You are a Blessed Soul, Blessed beyond Death, Age and Disease...* blood tears,frightened comments, and the flash of a blade...*You are here to be among the Immortals!* impossible thought, everything dies... One of the people hit him straight on the head, and he saw a red flash... Time seemed to slowdown to a stop, his restraints were no longer there... He was floating in Darkness, nosound around him, no wind, nothing...*This is your mind...* A thunderous whisper came from all around, shocking his senses...*You are strong, childe... You survived for 50 years in the hole I put you... Youslept...Like the Dead!!* and a shrieking laugh accompanied the whisper...*Now, I call you to your new life! A life of Blood and broken bones!! All in the name of our

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1 - My Firts Embrace by Louis Ruthven

First part in a 3 part story portraying thoughts and actions of an Elder Vampire.

This one describes how he was made a Vampire, and I tried as best I could to convey the fee... (More)

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Upload Date:	08/18/2009
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