• It had been so long since he had last had anything remotely close to a meal and he could feel the gnawing hunger burning up his insides. He could feel it in the stiffness of his muscles and the refusal of his body to respond to his commands. It annoyed him, it angered him and above all it made him eager to get out of his confiding prison.

    Looking up, he noticed the faded lines and traces of a symbol. Time must have done a number on it, as the power that had once flowed through the symbol had vanished. Smirking slightly, he placed the palms of his hands against the heavy marble cover and pushed.
    The low and slow grinding noise grated on his nerves and made him wince at the horrid sound. But as he persisted, the lid slowly moved away, until there was enough space left for him to slip through.


    Standing on solid feed, he leaned back against the marble crypt that had been his prison for many years. He had only realized how long it truly had been, when he had glanced down at his hands.
    Raising one of them, he stared at the wrinkled skin and frowned. It must have been well over a few hundred years, since he last had been free. He truly had been in there for far too long and he wondered what had changed. Was the blood line of the one responsible still alive, or had it died out.

    The burning hunger in the back of his throat, reminded him of a far more urgent matter; Food. Using all his senses, he searched for the nearest meal and chuckled darkly, when he found something.
    Not too far from his current position, were three strong young heartbeats, the sound of soft chanting accompanying the steady beats and distantly he could pick up the scent of blood, old blood. Taking a whiff of the scent, he grimaced in distaste at the scent of old goats blood.
    Stepping away from his crypt, he entered the open air and tracked down his prey.


    Standing at a grave, three young men were chanting. The stone in front of them was splattered in blood of their 'sacrifice'. His eyes traced their forms, looking for any weaknesses, and finally he slowly approached them. His footsteps were so silent, that they only noticed him, when he already had his fangs buried in the neck of one of his prey.
    He closed his eyes in pure bliss, losing himself in the taste of fresh blood, he never noticed the other two breaking out in a run to get as far away from him as he could.
    When he opened his eyes and drew away from his prey, he finally noticed the other two had run off. Snapping the neck of his first prey, he dropped the body silently to the ground.

    Taking a chance and glancing down at his skin, he noticed that it was nearly completely regenerated and almost back to it's old youthful glory. He looked back up and followed his nose and ears, to track down the second of his prey.
    He could feel the thrill of his hunt, rising up in him, making him only hungrier. He almost chuckled at the ridiculousness of the situation. The human prey truly believed it could run and escape it's fate. He would enjoy proving that no one could or would escape him.


    In the darkness of the night, he spotted the moving shadow behind a tree. Some disappointment flowed through him at the shortness of his hunt. But enjoying it none the less, he slipped into the darkness. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." he purred into the darkness. Reappearing in front of his prey, he chuckled darkly at the scream his prey released.
    Silencing him quickly, he grabbed the male in a choke hold and sank his teeth into the nearest artery. Collecting the blood in mouths full, he absent-mindedly noticed that he was currently a messy eater, getting blood on his own clothes. When the heart finally slowed down, he withdrew and ripped the head from it's body.


    The last was running in fear, his heart beating in his ears. They were only planning on playing a joke, they hadn't thought anything harmful would happen to any of them and they were wrong. All of a sudden that creature had jumped on them and easily killed one of them. When he turned his head to talk to his friend, for a strategy, he finally noticed he was alone. Coming to a stop, he turned around and peered into the darkness, wondering where his friend had gone too.
    Swallowing thickly, he made to step forward, but a chuckle in his ear and the arm snaking around him, had him freeze on his place. "Found you." were the words that drifted to his ears.
    The sharp pain of fangs sinking into his neck and artery had him paralysed for a second and then he struggled, until darkness crept into his vision.


    Having fed and being full for the first time in a few hundred years, he dropped the body of his last prey to the ground. He was back to his youthful appearance, no wrinkle in sight. He easily licked the last remains of blood from his lips and straightened his outdated clothes. He would need to find something new to wear and something that would allow him to blend in with society.
    Looking at the sky for a second, he grinned darkly at the thought of his future plans. He would get revenge against the bloodline of the one that sealed him here.

    And he would enjoy every second of it.




    ♥ Lucretzia Lucillia ♥