1 Running for my life.

If you are reading this then you have found one of my secret hideouts, first I want to congratulate you on that however as you can probably tell, I'm long gone by now.

If you are a hunter sent by the church, I would like to say that I look forward to feasting on your blood soon.If you are one of my kind sent by my ex-wife Katie to hunt me down and bring me back to Romania then I will have to disappointment her again.

If you stumbled upon this cave and have some spare time, how would you like to hear my story? Well it starts off as a typical love story about a young man and woman (me and my ex-wife) who were not meant to be together.

She was the daughter of the local noble while I was a typical brutish soldier who was serving in her father's garrison. At the time it was very taboo for this type of relationship to begin.

Anyways skip all the boring romance bits for now, need to keep this brief, the Iron guard are closing in on my location. After we married in secret, I was cursed by a witch(I know hard to believe). The witch was the mother of a man I had killed in a rebellion.

The curse began to mutate me, first my teeth were slowly replaced by fangs, while my body grew stronger and quicker than ever before. I know what your thinking, 'OH he grew stronger and quicker, OH what a bad curse' however the cost of these traits was that I had to devour human blood.

Failure to do so would result in one of two things, I either go insane with bloodlust or I live forever as a husk unable to move at all. So I came to terms with my condition and began to secretly drink the blood of the villagers.

It took a long time for me to stop beating myself up for what I was doing, then I broke my life in two. I hadn't drank blood in two months as a test of my endurance and I suddenly became overrun with bloodlust.

I attacked and killed two men that I was stationed with, the last victim of the attack was my wife. To my surprise however she didn't die and began to slowly mutate like me.

Amazed by this I studied her mutation and what was different about my attack on her compared to the attack on the men. (obviously after I checked she was ok....)

I found that I was able to spread the curse to those I bit if I held back my desire to drain them completely and instead injected some of my blood into the victim.

Long story short I created an army made of my brethren and sired many different vampires and began to see many different abilities be born through the mutations.

As the original, I also dedicated a lot of time to exploring my own powers. I forgot to mention that my kind gain new abilities and powers depending on how long we live and how much blood we absorb into our bloodstream.

Unfortunately every time I sired a new one of my kind, I lost a portion of my powers. This, luckily for me is no longer the case,the power of mutations right?

Anyway back to the story, I became weaker while my wife became stronger, too strong. She overthrew me and took the throne from under me. I was to weak to do anything, well not for much longer but spoilers, I guess.

I fled from Romania about 600 years ago and have slowly regained my strength and powers. Enough about me for now,I feel like whoever ends up reading this will be tied to my fate. If that turns out to be the case then I will tell you the rest when we meet.

For now however I think I will go into retirement until I'm inevitably dragged into events that cause me more hassle. Now for the fun bit for both of us, if you are a random person reading this then please go into the room in front of you.

If you are a hunter sent by the church, please go to the room on the right. Iron guard room on the left, just so you know you will not be able to leave until you enter the correct room for you.

I will now hand the show over too you the reader, pick the right room for you or you may regret it. Thanks for reading the ramblings of an old man, see you soon.