Fri, 25 Aug 2006 11:44:25 EST -- Volume OneI could ramble on about my inane life before my embrace, but that would really dissuade any readers that I may actually have, from continuing to do so. My tale must begin when I met my would be sire, even then, so many years ago teenagers' hopes and feelings were much the same as they are today. I wanted, nay I needed to be apart of the social crowd, I wasn't from royalty or anything but we weren't sheep herders either, my family was just a touch on the outskirts of the social scene, relatively new to the area. As such I had to work extra hard to impress the socialites, only then would they allow me acceptance. I was always physically gifted so it came rather easy for me to impress the opposite sex, to which I was very excited of the possibilities, needless to say this did not engender any goodwill from my male counterparts. As such I engaged or rather was guided into confrontations from time to time.
One particular encounter will forever be etched into my mind, it was the night that I met my sire. When I first laid eyes on this woman I was struck not by her beauty, but by this disquieting nature that she had, it was very strange but there seemed like something was wrong with her, but I certainly couldn't place it with my eyes. This just led me closer to her, I was entranced by the imperfection as well as the perfect allure with which she carried herself, as if she had fallen from grace somehow. As I got closer and closer I could feel my blood boiling with the desire to learn more about this girl, she was clearly not like all of the prima donnas that I had spent most of my time entertaining. When I finally approached her I was abruptly intercepted by a man, I was clearly his superior in both size and strength, yet there he stood within my path to destiny, mocking me with a slight grin. I asked him to move, and he silently shook his head, while that woman cracked ever so slight a smile, certainly not a reassuring smile by any means. As I attempted to out maneuver the man, he deftly moved to block my progress, and was making me increasingly angry. A man can only take so much mockery, before he is likely to snap. And snap I did, I picked up the puny man and heaved him out of my way, only to find that with inhuman agility and speed he again stood preventing my passage. The battle ensued, however, I was quick to find that looks can certainly be deceiving. This man seemed to shrug off my most powerful blows while landing a flurry of punches that I had no chance to stop, he possessed greater speed, strength and endurance than any man I had fought before or would ever fight again. Naturally I received the beating of my lifetime. I put up a good fight – at least that is what I keep telling myself – but there was no way that I could defeat a denizen of the night, being such a puny, insignificant mortal.
Normally a fight would end when a combatant goes limp, but I was soon to find that a battle with the undead just begins, for now I was fighting for my life as he was sucking down every last drop of my life blood. You might believe that it would feel horrible or at the least a bit unnerving to have you blood sucked out of your neck, but quite the contrary it was, dare I say it, a pleasant release especially from the beating with which I just suffered. Unfortunately for me he must have gratuitously indulged himself, for it seems I never did awaken ...