I'm only here because the author told me so. Otherwise I would not be here, it's just a waste of time really (scoffs with a smirk).
Well my name is Richard. I have a surname but I forgotten it many years ago; centuries to be exact. All I can remember from my human past was the hard work in a factory close by the Thames in London. Barely making a living; working through nearly the entire day and night in sweat and blood. Fighting against time and sleep to get some small fortune in return. Until some dark figure one night attacked me while heading home to get some sleep. Drained my blood to the point of death and left me there in the dark alley half dead. As I came to; it was still dark and had this strange hunger or rather thirst I never felt before. I soon realised it was thirst not for water or beer but blood; human blood. I heard the heart beats of the whores standing and waiting at the streets and alleys not far. Even few drunk men; toddling about giggling and shouting. I smelt the alcohol but it did not matter. It was the blood I was realing in. Sooner than I thought I had a whore in my hands and drained her. The blood did not taste coppery or salty, it had a different scent that no words can describe it but something delicious. I wanted more. I wanted the delicious taste of blood in my mouth never to vanish. I was so eager to have more that the dead whore in my hands lay suddenly on the ground and her stomach was cut open. There was nothing more for me to savor so I grabbed the next person passing by and that was a drunk man. I even tasted the alcohol in his blood which reminded me of some liqueur that I can't put my finger on but the blood I can. Once he was drained I had enough for the night and headed quickly back to the factory. Hoping my job has not been replaced due to my delay; it was. So I headed home without any difficulties to get some sleep but could not find any. I wasn't tired and I heard everything around me, mostly too loud and above all the inevitable sound of their hearts pounding about under their chests with fresh warm blood. I heard that a woman was found dead on the street by the murder called 'Jack the Ripper' which I soon realised they were talking about the whore I killed last night. I felt no sorrow or misery for my deeds. Exactly the same when I saw the machines in the factory killed a worker here and worker there because of weariness, some were even children. At first it was terrible and dreadful but through time is grew different. The story with 'Jack the Ripper' continued few months and I believe because of me, oh well. Since then I've decided to hide what I really am. No human should know. Not ever or it is death! Taking the secret to their graves!
As nights passed I learned my new abilites and stilled my thirst daily with fresh blood of the living. Mostly upon whores but I dared few times on rich lonely men and even children. Humans are so easy to hunt and at times very enjoyable. Nearly like tasting wine or spirit, everyone holds a unique taste. It's like a masquerade of dark secrets. Looking good with my short gold-blond straight hair and a pair of hypnotizing sapphire blue eyes.
I noticed soon that I can move faster than lightening, have the strength of ten men, can hypnotize people and lure them into a dark alley or stand still without asking, can read their minds and thus easily know their past and how they will react and the last, can protect myself by some strange power I produce from my hands. It has often a round shape and is invisible like glass plus I can move it around if I want to. I learned through time from other vampires while travelling across Europe and North America that there is 'The Eldest' and that he should be respected like a king because he holds great wisdom, knowledge and great power. While traveling across Europe I made my own companions. The closest companion is Herman from Germany but for a short time before was the 'youngling' American Terence who dared to betray me and fight against me along the side of 'The Eldest'. I had the honor meeting 'The Eldest'. His real name is Dracula and he is the eldest vampire I have ever met. At first I respected him but everything changed when he was against my opinion of killing some simple girl who knew too much about our kind and further magic she had witnessed. It wasn't comforting for me, she would have no more fear of vampires when she knows too much. A human knowing about the true facts of vampires and magic won't have any fear and would tell it further to other people until the whole world knows. Above all her scent was very special and irresistible I badly wanted to taste her blood; exactly the same like with my first victim in London.
Now that you know my history and that there is such thing as vampires and magic, I'm going to drain you to the point of death (smiles broadly that you can see amongst his gleaming white teeth his two pair of fangs, one on the upper and one on the lower). Savoring your unique taste...718Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0BxBGVsy2l
This is the first villain in my novel "Blood & Fire". There are more coming for about the same purpose but in detail it is different.
(Sorry that I overstepped the boundary about using 800 words.)
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