"I, Vampyre" - Prologue

PROLOGUE

 

My name is Nevik Roc.

I am a vampire.

It seems strange to state it like that.  As if I was a reluctant member of ‘Vampires Anonymous,’ if such a thing existed.  And that would imply that I was ashamed of what I am, or that I wanted to stop.

But I’m not ashamed, and there is no stopping.  I suppose I do have a bit of an addiction to human (occasionally vampire) blood… but that can’t really be helped, now can it?

I didn’t become undead by choice -- so few do.  In a truly tasty bit of irony, I was actually a Vampire-Slayer in my former life.  That… is a tantalizing tale, I dare say.  Life, lust, love, loss… Lew.  A story for another time, perhaps.

I am an immortal, a myth come to ‘life.’  Yet, the idea that vampires are truly immortal is a myth unto itself.  We do not age, sickness and disease do not affect us, and we are certainly powerful, but we can most assuredly die a second death.

Exposure to the light of the accursed sun… mortal wounds from silver weapons, decapitation… immolation by fire, even the old standby of a wooden stake though the heart.  It’s as if Mother Nature rose up to find ways to rid herself of the night-stalkers that defile her.

You may wonder how we came to be.  Was there ever a real-life Dracula, the progenitor of all our Kindred?  Hm.  I’m ‘only’ three centuries old, go ask someone Elder.  Why are we here?  Because we’re here.

I am evil, I don’t deny it.  I hunt, I hurt, I kill… I feed.  I could have fed on you, for all you know " taken my fill, then Glamoured you into thinking a mosquito gave you those marks on your neck.  A very big mosquito.

Sometimes, I only kill ‘bad’ people.  But, when the Hunger grows too strong, when the bloodlust takes control… it could just be someone in a bad place at a bad time.

I have done good, though.  I’ve known love, and I have dear friends.  I’d like for you to get to know them.  Heh… my ‘friends:’

Bellissima thinks I’m dangerous.

Spike thinks I’m reckless.

Adrianos thinks I’m incorrigible.

Aussie Donna thinks I’m heartless.

Makenna thinks I’m hopeless.

Draconus thinks I’m a threat.

Siren thinks I’m… all of the above.

This story is about them, and it is about me.  They are vampires, just as I am.  And, as Kindred, we all must, someday, face the hard, cold fact that the dark promise of our undeath, our immortality, is a lie.

This is the story of how I finally met my ‘True Death.’

            Like so many stories of love and loss… it begins with a kiss…

 

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Author's Note

DISCLAIMER: I readily admit that my story starts off as a blatant rip-off of "The Vampire Lestat"... "My name's the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal." (... etc.) Just believe me when I claim that I wrote this before I read Anne Rice's (most excellent!) book...

Reviews

[Kat]

This is really nicely written. Your style does remind me of Anne Rice I must admit, but I adore the way she writes, so believe me, it is not a bad thing! I'm ready to go read more!