these moments as I writhed on the hard, cold floor, that the mess of memories given to me by this so called vampire became clear. The old one had become weak, he had fed me so much of his blood, he had made me as strong as he could and I realised that the more of his blood I had, the stronger I would become. He had shown me this whether accidentally or on purpose, I do not know but from that point on I was determined to do what I needed to do to get away from him.
I rose to my feet. I felt better than I had ever felt before. It was a strange sensation , and I had to observe my hands to notice the difference. I felt the power inside me. I clenched my hands into fists several times as if it were a measure of my strength.
I caught sight of him then, crouching in a corner, weak but smiling, admiring his work. His apprentice that is what he wanted me to be. But I would not let that happen.
Mercilessly I struck, flinging myself at him with great speed. I lifted him up and sank my newly formed fangs into his neck and drank. Oh he tried to struggle, but he was too weak, he was foolish to give me such knowledge and to think that I would be his willing servant.
I drank until he moved no more, until his flesh was deathly white. I left him there crumpled on the floor. I thought that I had killed him, but from what I have learnt since then, it is not always so easy to kill one so old. Yet I have never seen him again.
I clambered up the stairs, down the hallway and into the pitch dark, winter night. The snow fell silently and thickly. I recall confusion, I fell back against the wall of the building I had been kept in and for the longest time I couldn't think, I could not fathom what had happened to me, what I was now or how I knew what I should do.
You see, it was like a voice in my head telling me to feed, instructing me how to do it and that it must be mortal blood, for I was no longer one of them. I had become something else, something better, and I was stronger now than any mortal. In fact, I was almost God like. The powers I possessed, the things I could do, it was all shown to me by my maker.
And the evil? I didn't concern myself with that. No , I had to try out this new improved body I had been given. I had to show Diana!
I ran through the empty streets not really knowing where I was , but going at an incredible speed. Stopping suddenly, I finally realised where I was. Then I sprinted up buildings, jumped from rooftops to the ground below as if I was born to leap like a gazelle.
And within mere minutes I had found my way home. Home to my wife, Diana.
Ah Diana, my beautiful Diana, whose name means heavenly. And she was divine, my Diana. She was absolutely faultless, sent from God himself. There was no freckle out of place, always her silken richly dark brown hair was immaculate. Her face was always fresh and she glowed a luminescent light that turned every head in a room. She had a figure that was a perfect pear, her saunter, nay her mere presence was enough to set my pulse racing.
From the first moment I saw her I knew she had to be mine, never before had I approached such a lady so hastily and unprepared. But it was meant to be, Diana and I. She fell instantly for my fumblings and within three months we were married.
Throughout our ten years together her grace always remained, I used to believe that she was indeed an angel, time did not touch her. Perhaps that is because I viewed her through lover’s eyes.
We had our own little world, Diana and I , and we were scarcely apart.
As I stood outside the front door I thought ‘how she must have worried about me having been gone for so long’ and I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms again.
I walked through the unlocked door and there she was, sat by the fire in her long night dress and dressing gown loosely wrapped around her. It was late but she had been waiting up for me. On hearing the door open, she immediately turned and rose from her chair, her expression full of
I rose to my feet. I felt better than I had ever felt before. It was a strange sensation , and I had to observe my hands to notice the difference. I felt the power inside me. I clenched my hands into fists several times as if it were a measure of my strength.
I caught sight of him then, crouching in a corner, weak but smiling, admiring his work. His apprentice that is what he wanted me to be. But I would not let that happen.
Mercilessly I struck, flinging myself at him with great speed. I lifted him up and sank my newly formed fangs into his neck and drank. Oh he tried to struggle, but he was too weak, he was foolish to give me such knowledge and to think that I would be his willing servant.
I drank until he moved no more, until his flesh was deathly white. I left him there crumpled on the floor. I thought that I had killed him, but from what I have learnt since then, it is not always so easy to kill one so old. Yet I have never seen him again.
I clambered up the stairs, down the hallway and into the pitch dark, winter night. The snow fell silently and thickly. I recall confusion, I fell back against the wall of the building I had been kept in and for the longest time I couldn't think, I could not fathom what had happened to me, what I was now or how I knew what I should do.
You see, it was like a voice in my head telling me to feed, instructing me how to do it and that it must be mortal blood, for I was no longer one of them. I had become something else, something better, and I was stronger now than any mortal. In fact, I was almost God like. The powers I possessed, the things I could do, it was all shown to me by my maker.
And the evil? I didn't concern myself with that. No , I had to try out this new improved body I had been given. I had to show Diana!
I ran through the empty streets not really knowing where I was , but going at an incredible speed. Stopping suddenly, I finally realised where I was. Then I sprinted up buildings, jumped from rooftops to the ground below as if I was born to leap like a gazelle.
And within mere minutes I had found my way home. Home to my wife, Diana.
Ah Diana, my beautiful Diana, whose name means heavenly. And she was divine, my Diana. She was absolutely faultless, sent from God himself. There was no freckle out of place, always her silken richly dark brown hair was immaculate. Her face was always fresh and she glowed a luminescent light that turned every head in a room. She had a figure that was a perfect pear, her saunter, nay her mere presence was enough to set my pulse racing.
From the first moment I saw her I knew she had to be mine, never before had I approached such a lady so hastily and unprepared. But it was meant to be, Diana and I. She fell instantly for my fumblings and within three months we were married.
Throughout our ten years together her grace always remained, I used to believe that she was indeed an angel, time did not touch her. Perhaps that is because I viewed her through lover’s eyes.
We had our own little world, Diana and I , and we were scarcely apart.
As I stood outside the front door I thought ‘how she must have worried about me having been gone for so long’ and I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms again.
I walked through the unlocked door and there she was, sat by the fire in her long night dress and dressing gown loosely wrapped around her. It was late but she had been waiting up for me. On hearing the door open, she immediately turned and rose from her chair, her expression full of
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