Prologue
The glistening moon would always beat on his richly defined head. Through the light, his true form was shown. A ghostly, white appearance. The average person would retain shivering, conniving thoughts rushing through their minds. The thoughts that scared them, one step and the word became fear. His body was not helped, but instead disdained by the black clothing which illuminated the skin even more. His lips... his lips so.......disloyal, mischievous, tantalizing. The blue that the lips bore made him more exotic and frightening than he already seemed.
If you would of introduced yourself to him, and asked for his name, one simple word would be given. Rederick. He was quiet, ordinary, and extremely common. Nights like tonight, his hunt was beginning. The feelings that had once been hovered on him. Torture, pain, agony, terror. He'd felt that before, back in the early sixteen hundreds. The relentlessness of the Europeans were unrivaled, and at the thought a "vampire" they had acted quickly and swiftly. Miserable for Rederick, that was the beginning.
For the next decade, he was kept underground. The European nobles had been right about him, he was a Vampire. Recently turned from a bite, or what some considered, a deal with the devil. His insanity was turned to pure mesh- and the Europeans used this. When he crawled, when he beat at their doors, when he screamed.....the hunger had become to strong. Soon, the Europeans were dropping the bodies of homeless people, even some middle-class persons, and very rarely- Nobles who had betrayed the ever being fiber of the Order in which kept Rederick confined.
Indecency, self-loathing, depression, and socialistic classes made Rederick someone kept 'out of the loop,' forming himself as an outcaste. However, as the nobles spoke and bore news of a "new world" Rederick seized his chance. Daring as he might, he escaped the vicious, malicious European Nobles. He vowed completely war- he would get back at their families. At their blood lines. He would finish the dirt stained families once and for all. The Nobles Order of Spain would pay, pay for their dastardly deeds.
Rederick fled to the New World, here he watched it prosper and prospered himself along with it. All the while his vengeance to spoil those who spoiled his life, grew into a eager pain. The words of regret would spill onto those peoples- and when the time comes, death to befall their off-spring.
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Chapter 1
Sins of our Forefathers
Just outside of the forest, grassland-ish country of Virginia are many cities, bustling with life and work However, in a mansion, about a miles worth inside the deep rooted, luscious greenery, stands the family of the Boulivardes mansion. Their last known heir, a young twenty two year old in college, owns it with his family’s ludicrous funds. Spoiled to the brim with everything he wants or needs- and even lusts for, he is the American brat. His life has been great, but his families sins have not been un-dug, until now.....
A cold hand withered across the man's face. The hand, belonging to the one and only man able to commit such a horrendous act. Rederick's small, smug smile was hollow. It was clenched shut; however, after a moment of smelling fear from the young Mr. Boulivardes, he opened his smile. The teeth that were revealed were normal, except for the two longer ones which were demanding to wide-open eyes to contrast a devilish form
" Stop! Leave me alone!" The boy burst into tears.." I don't want to die!" The shrilling screams brought back memories to Rederick. Memories that were now pronounced as cold nightmares.
He moved his tongue like a wild snake. It slithered and churned around his saliva. "Hmm...." The humming tone made a displeasured sound- as if someone was.....hungry." Do you know....Do you know?" He couldn't finish the words. Rederick was about ready to jump for joy. His life was stable, and now he could hunt. Murder, death, disappearances. Two of those were his chosen methods- and right now they were only murder and disappearance.
He smiled and smirked, he breathed hard, he closed his eyes. He flickered his eyes open and closed- OH! The smell of blood would be wafting to him. Once his prey had been....punctured, there would be no stopping his merciless run. He would be running on blood, running on the blood of the vengeance he so was attuned to. Rederick's hand was still beating over the skin of the Boulivardes boy. And as he spoke again, he clenched his hand into a fist, ripping parts of the man's face completely off. The blood was pouring neatly out, and the flesh that held it emasculated the smell.
Screams....Echoless screams....
" Shut up!" Rederick's smile became a frown as he began to slap the Boulivardes male across the face. The spoiled brat was becoming more of a handful than he had expected.
" Now! What is your name?" Rederick came close to his prey's ear when he whispered the words. Then he smelled the air. Pheromones, they were his tool, and they were foretelling...Fear.
The answer was a fumbling, stuttering mess. " Sam Boulivardes." He raised his hands in the air, but it was of no use. Sam was strapped neatly to a chair, with only his hands movable- or even viable for help. With Rederick in such close proximity- it would be suicide to attempt an escape.
" Good...I presumed so....." Rederick stopped, as if thinking while he stared into the blond haired, blue eyed man." Oh yes... he is your ancestor..... Duke Walswig Boulivardes of France." Rederick talked as if a mirroring dream, but to Sam, it seemed that Rederick was plotting....plotting ways to kill him. In an aspect- he was absolutely correct.
" Do you know what he did from sixteen twenty to sixteen thirty?"
The answer was solemn and fast, as Sam was beginning to realize his time wearing thin. “No! Why are you bent on torturing my poor soul. My soul in which greed and lust rules. I am not a mortal man of which you think, I am feverishly fond of deceit. So why must you truly torture me?"
Rederick sighed. It was what he thought- Desperation.
" Well. Sam. Your ancestor, Walswig, tortured me for a decade. He tortured me, along with his other friends, until I was completely insane. The reason...they thought me a Vampire."
Sam laughed through his mangled face. Soon he realized, that Rederick wasn't laughing.
" I am one of these 'Vampires.' Tonight, I seek my revenge on those families in which participated in torturing me. I have vowed to endow their off-spring to a condemned death. You’re unlucky- as your my first....." He smiled and his eyes narrowed."....Prey."
He bent over as the screams intruded on his head. “Oh stop the screaming. No one can hear you here." He smiled. The rest was his dark, twisted truths. He punctured skin, right around the neck area, and then sucked the blood and life-force out of the human male before him. The screams became lifeless and simply, ceased to exist. The body became mostly bone- and the fluids once running through the humanoid known as Sam was gone.
Rederick raised his head, a blood stream ran down a corner of his mouth down to his chin. He sloshed his lips around, catching that blood while returning it to his mouth. He stood there awhile, standing directly in front of Sam Boulivardes, who was now dead. " One down.....nine more to go."
The words hung in the air, the person who had voiced them- gone into the thickness of night. Rederick Nevirarde was now Rederick. Through his name cut short, his lust for vengeance had heightened. With one under his belt, what would stop him from continuing his fiendish tasks.
Time- was of the essence.
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