The ways of a Vampire

Prologue: The history of the world 'Histories change from ages to ages but one thing still remains the same, time...'

In the beginning of time, there was no light or darkness, no good or evil.
And as time flowed as a clear river lighted up by the moonlight, the world changed and was populated by humans. Reptiles infested the world as well, and developed slowly, but as sure as the humans. No one knows where evil started to grow, neither they know when it will stop. But everyone knows that it will always exist.

The dark and cold grave…
Eternal resting place for mortals and for Vampires a place to rest their hunger and shelter them from the light. Some say that they are bloodthirsty predators, some say they are just cursed with this eternal hunger for blood. Vampires can die. I have learned it the hard way. But the ancient ways of killing a Vampire is not easy, legends fades to myths in the same darkness where they prey upon the living, and in the same matter fades also the ways of Vampire slaying. From my own studies of Vampires and Vampire mythology I have come to these conclusions: A Vampire can be forced to move by a crucifix, silver or the horrid smell of garlic. Vampires do not cast reflections in mirrors and therefore they are easily discovered wherever mirrors are nearby. But beware, these stories about their slayings are different from Vampire to Vampire. I have met many different kinds in my long lifetime and their strengths differ with their age, the older the Vampire, the more strength and power they posses. There are many stories about them, some true and some written only to entertain pathetic mortals. This is a story about a man who became a Vampire more or less against his own will, me.

Chapter one: The beginning 'There is a beginning of the end but who knows when that moment starts?'

Through a dirty glass window in a wooden house I stared into the misty darkness while my thoughts wandered off. “Castle Ghedorf, the last castle on this island. There are rumors that say it was to be visited by the darkest creatures of the undead a couple of hundred years ago.” I did not believe in the rumors and did not care for the many warnings I got from the villagers. I had seen figures moving there in the dark, hiding, watching and waiting. But still I traveled to the haunted castle through the mist. And there behind the portcullis, a huge wooden door that did not seem to have been opened for many generations blocked my path. The door was rusty and debris covered it.
I thought for a moment that entering the castle would be impossible but unfortunately for me, I was wrong. The portcullis arose and the blocked door moved and with it came the tormenting sound of rust against rust, steel against steel. The impossible had just turned into the possible. I was terrified at that moment, but something inside me pushed me forth, even took control over my legs and walked instead of me. When the door opened I took the first step into the castle that no one had entered for ages, the dust was thick and covered the floor and as I walked forward the dust billowed below my feet. I began to explore the castles huge hallway in the dim moonlight, and I discovered more than dusty furniture, I found a shelf with many old books and letters, but one book that captured my interest and curiosity was a book that the old foreign legends told about. Necromancers diary, the unholy Wohklarei. I began to read its horrifying pages, the book revealed bizarre ritual sacrifices, daemon passages and other unholy ways of evil. I turned the pages one by one, my heart pounding faster by each page. And as I browsed through the book I discovered some pages about Vampires that truly caught my interest. I read only a few pages about the Vampires before I decided to take the book home for a closer study. I made a fatal mistake that night, my last mistake. The door that lead out was slowly closing and the portcullis was lowering, I had to move fast to make it out of the castle. Luckily for me I was one of the fastest among the youngsters in my village. I grabbed the book and ran towards the outside, but when I was about to exit the castle, a shape of a man appeared in front of me, the black cloak on his back fluttered in the wind. He stared at me with red, glowing, hellish eyes. I was stunned, he just stood there and starred at me and my gaze met his. The door closed hard behind him, and dust whirled all over the hallway, I covered my eyes and when I opened them again, the strange man was gone. I heard the terrible noise of the portcullis closing outside. I remember it even now, a sharp and painful sound that cut through my soul. My last attempt for freedom from this cursed castle was lost.

Then I suddenly felt a cold hand on my shoulder and an even colder voice that spoke to me and I dared not move. 'Why have you come here? To steal the book of the undead and awaken the demon of eternal torment?' I was too frightened to answer, but I reached for the book under my coat and dropped it on the ground. The cold hand was removed from my shoulder and the voice spoke again. 'This book contains secrets from the greatest necromancers in history, do you want to take part of its secrets? Do you want to know how it feels to be a member of the undead, the cursed ones?' I could speak now and my answer, my voice, was not mine. Something controlled my voice and so I foolishly said, 'YES.' I felt sleepy and unable to control myself. Then he approached silently, with his cloak around my body I felt his sharp teeth piercing my neck. The pain stopped and I laid there on the hard wooden floor, passed out and waiting for a revival.

Chapter two: The pains of a Vampire 'With a cursed soul and cursed body one is forced to live in darkness.'

I opened my eyes slowly, but there was something wrong with my eyesight. I was only capable of seeing one color, the color of blood. I examined the new world with my new, red eyesight. I was fascinated by how different everything seemed. My howls of torment echoed all over the cursed castle. The peasants outside heard it and their fear turned their hearts to ice. I had not yet come up with an explanation for what had happened to me, but something told me that I would soon find out. The figure that I saw earlier appeared from the darkness and walked towards me. 'Look, look around you, have you changed? Are you in pain?' I looked at him, and answered. 'Yes I have changed, my blood is not a mortals blood anymore and I have a hunger that I never felt before. I am not in pain, but my soul screams in agony.' The figure cloaked in shadow smiled at me and walked away and disappeared. The halls echoed with a voice that told me to return to my village. Night had come and time for the dark one to unleash his minions. I saw the book of the undead had appeared on the floor beside me so I took it with me and ran home. When I got home everyone was sleeping, so I quietly walked upstairs to my room as if nothing had happened. I locked the door behind me and lit the candle beside my bed and studied the book for several hours and I made a horrible discovery. 'Vampires' I started to read for myself. ”These creatures of the night exist only to torment the living and renewing their life force by drinking the blood of mortals. In the ancient legends about Vampires. I read that once you have been bitten by a Vampire, that Vampire can choose to give some of his or her own blood to let the bitten mortal feed and therefore be injected by the dark blood and be turned to a Vampire.” And I now realized the horrible truth. I had become a Vampire!

With the realization what I'd become my now evil heart pounded faster and faster, I started to feel hunger. A hunger I never felt before and I did not know what I would do to end my hunger but I was very aware of that I was about to find out. I could no longer control myself as I wanted. The rage and hunger took over. The locked door to my room was smashed to pieces by my steel strong hands. I walked silently downstairs and into my parent's room and approached the bed. My mother and father lay there sleeping silently and as I approached my closest victim's neck with my newly grown fangs, I ended my hunger with my own mother's blood. I knew not mercy or even remorse as she struggled to get loose. My father awoke and saw the horror and he shouted at me half panicked and half terrified to stop but his words was as easy to ignore as his desperate whacks with his walking cane on my back. I felt satisfied by the new blood I had gained and raised my head to look at the corpse of my own mother and shouted out a roar of agony. 'NOOO!!!! What have I done?!' My father backed hastily and crashed through the window and fell down hard, spiked by the sharp steel fence just outside the window. Blood gushed all over the grass and dripped slowly of the fence from my father's open wound. A few village guards heard the roars of agony and ran panicked to the yard of my home. What they saw they would not even imagine in their worst nightmares. They saw me covered with the blood of my mother while she lay there in a pool of blood spilled all over the bed. I tried to explain that it was not I who did this, but my inner evil spirit but the guards did not listen of course. They rushed against me with their swords ready, shouting curses with each attack. One chopped my arm off and the other sword went straight through my stomach. I froze on the spot. But I felt no pain, nothing. With my arm on the floor and a sword in my stomach I fought back raged, leaving nothing but two mutilated corpses behind me. I picked up my arm from the floor and tried to place it on its original place bizarre as it was but it healed and returned to normal. Removing the sword from my stomach did not hurt either and the wound closed. I felt totally nothing, my mind was blank and thoughtless. My eyes itched and burned each time I fed upon the living in my own cruel way. I walked to the nearest mirror to examine my eyes desperately searching and again I saw something horrible, in fact nothing. No reflection, I had NO reflection at all! Stumbling over smashed or fallen furniture I ran to the next mirror and the next, searching for my reflection and realized in my desperation that I would get the same answer from every mirror on this island. My hunger came back and with it pain. I needed more blood to stop it because of my hunger had now renewed itself of unknown reasons. I grabbed a cloak from my fathers clothing and put it on me in hope of somewhat concealing my wounds. I washed of the blood from my hands and mouth before I went outside searching for more blood leaving everything behind me.


And strangely I felt no remorse for what I've done. And I had no time, for my hunger and pain reminded me of my quest for blood. It was an easy hunt in this village because of the time I had lived there and what knowledge I had of it. My thirst for blood ended before the morning sun arose for as I remembered from the book, Vampires die in sunlight so I needed to seek a resting-place for the day away from sunlight and castle Ghedorf would be the safest place to rest under the circumstances.

Chapter three: The eternal curse 'Curses end with the end of time and the end of life, but the end of life can be arranged.'

When I arrived at castle Ghedorf I saw that the huge door was closed and the portcullis before it. A voice started forming in my mind. 'Levitate young Vampire levitate!' So I levitated, without thought of how I just levitated through the open window above the huge door and into the hallway. The figure that I now identified from the unholy book Wohklarei as a Vampire greeted me with a king's meal at a long wooden table decorated with expensive silver ware and golden chandeliers. The Vampire smiled vaguely at me as he spoke. 'Sit down and enjoy, this is the finest meat and wine I could find in this pitiful village.' My reply to him was exactly as rude as he had expected. 'Do you really expect me to thank you for what you have done to me?! My soul is in peril! 'He looked at me with those blood red insane eyes, and said. 'So... you want to be relieved from a Vampires pain?' An evil smile crossed the Vampires lips and his fangs glittered in the moonlight. I sat down and let my thoughts wander. Pain and suffering was an experience but I learned also the meaning of life. But I did not want to die a second time so I sighed and said. 'No, I don't want to die a second time. Only a fool would deny what he is and try to change oneself, no. I am what I am and will be until my flame of immortality fades away.' The Vampire now satisfied me by telling his name, Morchalk Ghedorf. Then he sat down, sipped some wine and began to tell his tale. He was born on the battlefield far from his relatives. Born a vampire he was forced to struggle from his very birth. And wherever he went there was pain and suffering in the heat of conflict. He also told me how he had traveled for many years to seek this ancient castle that had been populated by his Vampire kindred for over 800 years. He also told me about a river located beneath the castle Ghedorf, the river of blood that he and others like him had fed themselves on. So he and other Vampires would not have any reason to go to the village to hunt for blood. Which would drain the population of the village and endanger his existence. This river of blood was eternal so I had no reason to continue hunting for blood that night.


I asked him if he could show me the eternal river of blood. He smiled wide and bared his fangs again and said: “Of course I will, now that you are one amongst many of our long blood line”.

Chapter four: The Red River 'Glowing in its grace, evil and unpure, The Red River flows still...'

Morchalk showed me down an old stone stairway down to the catacombs far beneath the castle. I now discovered my enhanced vision ability when I could see in the darkness as it was broad daylight. We went past spider-webs and debris, through an old tunnel with rusty armor with hanging skeletons in them nailed to the walls with thick spikes. “Strange” I thought for myself. These armors must have been from his younger years when the wars were so intense. So he was telling me the truth and now he had these to show for his might.” Morchalk walked ahead and down another dark stairway. As we got closer and closer to the end of the long stairway I saw red and intense glowing light from something. As we continued forward, and I saw the huge flowing river of blood that floated in gallons before me, I stopped instantly. The red glow from the river lighted up the whole cave area in red. I asked him how this was possible and he answered me with an insane but serious look upon his face. 'It isn't possible. There is no mortal explanation to this, no immortal either what I know of. Only that the gods did not want us to hunt the living, so they made this river of blood. That is my way of seeing it anyway.' He showed me a medallion that had ancient inscriptions on it. He also told me that this medallion could destroy the river of blood and end a Vampires cursed existence, but according to the inscriptions on the medallion he needed a newborn or newly created Vampire standing next to him and witness the destruction. Morchalk looked at me with a sour face and then glanced at the medallion. “I am truly sorry for this young one. It is up to you to carry my family honor to continue our ways into the new ages. Farewell.” And so he jumped into the river of blood with the medallion in his hand holding it up to the cavern ceiling while shouting out of relief. He was now released from his curse. The river of blood reacted to Morchalk´s blood and exploded in huge red flames all over the cavern, which threw me backwards by the enormous power. The blast that I easily survived from could kill every mortal standing there. I climbed out of the cavern rocks that almost buried me alive and dusted of my clothes as if nothing had happened. I whispered to the shadows: 'Morchalk, I guess life was just too hard on him.' Anyway, there was nothing I could do now. The river of blood was destroyed and the river of blood buried beneath tons of rubble. Now I had no other option but to hunt for the red substance that I need so badly to keep my cursed existence. And I started to feel hunger once more. So I left that place, left my newly found home.

Left everything and traveled around the world in search of an answer to my riddle. Where does it end? Where does my life end?

And now, when I sit here alone in this rented tavern room lit up only by the fireplace before me. My last thoughts and words written in blood of my last victim for my own personal amusement. My wounds too many and too severe to regenerate, my age higher than any Vampires that I learned to know under my years of search. Remember this whoever finds this journal, there is no greater curse than to walk amongst the undead. I really tried Morchalk, I really did. But I failed to understand why it was so important to you that you chose me to carry your family honor through the new ages, and in time create a Vampire as my successor. Why me? I never knew. I only did what I was intended to do. Grief and misery poisons my body now. With my blood red eyes, I see the flame die out before me. Morchalk was right. To be a Vampire is to be eternally cursed. And now my words and my life have ended. Death to the world for my pains...

”What is the meaning of life when you do not own it?'

Writer: Sami.Takala

Skriven av: Sami Takala