For the next ten years Vlad Dracul raped the countryside. Pillaging where he chose and drowning himself in the blood of the innocent. He stayed low under the radar for the most part so that none new he was still there. But, he fed nightly and tried to make sense of where he was in this world. Normal time this would have put him at about 50 years old. However, with every bit of blood he ingested he seemed to grow younger, and yes, even more beautiful. He was strong with sinewy muscles and after feeding, even bore a good color on his skin. His hair was a deep oak brown and his eyes so pale blue they were nearly translucent. The man never looked much older than 30. However his beauty had come at a hefty price. It was as if a part of him had never left that dungeon cell. Whether he was punishing himself or whether he was keeping himself back was anyones guess. These were turbulent times for Vlad Dracul. He was never sure what aim he should take. He was always the ambitious one, but what really did he have now? Everlasting life had come upon him, what bigger prize than death could one conquer?
People eventually seemed to not think of the old Lord of Wallachia, they didn't know he really existed. He became a legend of sorts in that short decade. He was the monster that parents told little children about to keep them in bed at night. He was... Draculya. The fable that would span time. The bump in the night that we all fear. A fairy tale that never had a happy ending no matter who the story teller may be. He has no emotion, that was ripped from him. He has no remorse or empathy for anyone what so ever. The only thing that matters to him is the blood rushing through his veins and the power he feels while taking a life. The bloodlust or adrenaline, however one chose to really dissect it. Also, the power he wields over humanity. He can make them fear. True fear. Not the kind you get before an examination. But true bone chilling terror. It was more than the terror he could induce while conquering other kingdoms. This was a fear that went to the very heart of man.
Along with his ability to have super strength, he developed others over the years. Enthrallment seemed to be his pick. He could look at a person and make them feel whatever he wanted them to. They would become his slave regardless of what their true nature was. Vlad enthralled many in order to drink their blood without a fight. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy a good chase every now and then, but ever the ambitious one, he craved a challenge. He enthralled them to make them kill for him. He most enjoyed controlling people like puppets because he could literally manipulate their minds into doing anything that pleased him. Even if that mean making a woman kill her own children. He learned to control this power with great finesse and used it to his advantage on many occasions. In fact, it was how he acquired Trevor. Trevor was his steward. A human that could walk in the mortal world without notice in order to conduct business. Vlad quickly realized he would not hold Poenari Castle without a puppet to make him legitimate.
He had found Trevor via a trip to Russia. He had entered the cold climate in seek of fresh blood and new adventures. Instead he had found a most beautiful prize. The young man was 24, a man in those days. He was intelligent and had trained to be of legal representation for the royal Czars. Vlad immediately became enamored of him. However, he did not bite him. He merely enthralled to keep Trevor at his will. It was Trevor who held Poenari on parchment. Trevor who owned the vast lands and mines in which Vlad made his fortune. Seemed that jewels abounded the Earth below the Carpathian mountains and Vlad got his cut. Trevor conducted most business meetings, but if the meetings went South. Vlad stepped in and made sure that things turned out in his favor. At the end of this decade, Vlad had amassed a giant fortune, but it was all in Trevor's name. Vlad did not chafe at this. After all, Trevor belonged to him so therefore what was Trevor's was Vlad's.
Vlad also developed super sonic hearing. He knew when someone approached his abode. He could hear the tiniest whisper in a forest and know what the person was all about. He locked into their very psyche and could know everything about them. Right down to their soul. Vlad had inadvertently unlocked what it was to be a God. Not in the traditional sense, but a truer God the world had never known. He was real, you could touch him, smell him, see him... there was no faith here. He just was. It was how he read humans. They were so frail, and what peeved the Lord the most was they were all so typical. He knew what they would say, how they would react, all of it within a few moments of meeting them. It was quite boorish actually. At the same time, it was very good for business. Vlad used this skill to his advantage often. It was quite a boon to know ones enemies on such an intimate level.
His most prized ability was the ability to fly. Vlad could concentrate all of his thoughts on levitation and did it well. He could fly to and fro. Not transform exactly, but could make his body as light as a feather and fly to wherever he so chose. Many nights he could be found high above the countryside landing on tops of trees or the top of a mountain to better take in the night. While a man, nothing soothed the savage beast more than the cool air in his face. Now he could envelope himself in that same wind and ride it to any chosen destination. The laws of physics simply didn't apply to Vlad Dracul. He found it most thrilling to fly high in the sky above villages and watch regular humans in their homes. Their nightly chores and same routines were actually quite pitiful. Whenever he saw this behavior he thought again how fortunate he was to be different. The darkness had became his friend. His closest mistress and he would sustain in her cold embrace for the rest of time.
His final feat of abilities, was the ability to transform. He could transition from a human body to an animal body. Not all animals mind you, but a few. Vlad could be a serpent, a rodent, a bat, and a wolf. He always looked the same whatever form he took. As a serpent he was a long 7 boa. His markings unlike any other snake in the animal kingdom. A deep chocolate brown with crimson patches all over. Slithering into beds, wrapping around his victims as he drank of their blood with his extraordinary fangs was quite interesting. The fear he could feed from as soon as they saw this form always satiated the beast. His eyes glowed red and his fangs protruded roughly. As a rodent, he was a small black rat with the same red eyes. It was almost ironic that he would choose to become that which he had once ate. But a rat had certain perks that a human form did not. He could fit into tight places as a rat and could always hide from the sun. A natural looking bat with soft tufts of ebony fur was his most famous transition. He enjoyed this animal form the most. He was never detectable and could still fly high in the sky. When he transitioned into the wolf he was a hulking black beast with the same eerie crimson eyes. The wolf was for purely intrinsic reasons. Wolves were feared above all in this part of the world. Vlad found it fitting that while in animal form, he could take on that legendary feared creature.
Vlad enjoyed his abilities through. He used them often and perfected each one. It was during this time he held his concubines. Vlad was a man after all and had male urges and needs. His concubines were many. A bride on the eve of her wedding, an unhappy ale house wife, the local aristocrats daughter... they were endless. When he tired of them he would dispose of them. They even tried to drink of his blood and that was death sentence. Vlad cared for none of them, they were just pets after all. The endless parade of women in and out of Poenari Castle was great. Trevor ever at his wits ends to dispose of the body. Explain to the local magistrate that the women had never been seen in this part of the country, so on and so forth. In fact Trevor was evaluated by a psychiatrist because the courts were convinced that he had stolen the women away and killed them. It was great fun for Vlad to watch his steward squirm, thinking he would die. Of course he would never out his master. This was instant death and a fate which the court's could never rival in terms of sadistic.
Soon, Vlad grew restless. There had to be more than just the endless parade of sexual objects, Trevor, and food. He craved more. Power, he wanted dominion over all human's emotions. He wanted a family. One he controlled albeit. But he found himself wanting to be a King once more. Vlad was bred to be a conqueror. There was nothing for it. Never would be. The adventures of a young vampire were over. Now, it was time to be a King. Vlad would build an army. When he told Trevor of his plans, Trevor quaked in fear. He knew Vlad's history, all too well. He knew that the vicious man in front of him meant every word and it would come to pass, almost as a prophecy. It was then he began to try and turn others. His first few attempts failed. He bit the victim and forced them to drink of his blood, then he realized they weren't taking enough and bled out in the experiment. Then he did change a few but they always ended up disappointing him in one way or another. There was no room for weakness in a creature of the night. No room for emotions left over. The first time they left a kill in plain sight, they were gone. None of them could live up to the old King's expectations.
Finally Vlad found what he was looking for. He would begin a whole new race. A race of Gods to bring himself back to the leadership position he had once held. Once again the world would be held in the grips of fear and there would be whispers of the monster he would become. It was during this time of learning the dark embrace that he experimented more. How could they die? Starvation? No, they merely went to sleep, but with a little blood would come back to life. Bleeding them out only showed the same result. Stabbing, quartering, all of it failed to make them die. He then stabbed one through the heart and watched the body turn to dust. He put one in the sun and found him that evening a pile of ashes, and he decapitated another. This was probably the most interesting. They would continue to hiss and blink while their bodies squirmed like a snake for a few hours. But they eventually faded away. With all of this experimentation Vlad was fully equipped to allow his children to be born.
They could die, but it wasn't an easy task. Sunlight and a direct puncture to the heart were the only two things that would kill his newfound race. Vlad again found himself bored with the project. There had to be more. He began to travel the world seeking out recruits, none of their souls were just right. Not until he found Marcus Fianchetti. This man had a natural taint to his soul that Vlad could manipulate and use to make him an extraordinary specimen. He needed general's again, men that would be instrumental in regaining a kingdom of loyal subjects. The taint to Marcus's soul was so old that it came from before Vlad's emergence. Marcus was a descendant of the great Bathalsar. A great King of the old days that had made Vlad's life weak in comparison. The only thing Vlad had on him, was that he was not dead and never would be. Bathalsar had actually placed decapitated heads of children on his castle for amusement during a festival. He had ruled his kingdom with downright terror. This was a trait that Vlad respected. Marcus had the taint of pure darkness from this ancestor, and this was Vlad's ticket to a powerful regime.
He wouldn't call himself evil per say, it wasn't a take over the world type of spark. Instead, it was a lonely entity that merely wanted to regain the glory of power. Vlad Dracul would rise once more. With the find of Marcus he knew this in the pit of his soul. Were there others? Could he create a regime of generals once more? The rise of his new race. He was the epicenter of that race. He was a God. And his children were called Vampires.
People eventually seemed to not think of the old Lord of Wallachia, they didn't know he really existed. He became a legend of sorts in that short decade. He was the monster that parents told little children about to keep them in bed at night. He was... Draculya. The fable that would span time. The bump in the night that we all fear. A fairy tale that never had a happy ending no matter who the story teller may be. He has no emotion, that was ripped from him. He has no remorse or empathy for anyone what so ever. The only thing that matters to him is the blood rushing through his veins and the power he feels while taking a life. The bloodlust or adrenaline, however one chose to really dissect it. Also, the power he wields over humanity. He can make them fear. True fear. Not the kind you get before an examination. But true bone chilling terror. It was more than the terror he could induce while conquering other kingdoms. This was a fear that went to the very heart of man.
Along with his ability to have super strength, he developed others over the years. Enthrallment seemed to be his pick. He could look at a person and make them feel whatever he wanted them to. They would become his slave regardless of what their true nature was. Vlad enthralled many in order to drink their blood without a fight. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy a good chase every now and then, but ever the ambitious one, he craved a challenge. He enthralled them to make them kill for him. He most enjoyed controlling people like puppets because he could literally manipulate their minds into doing anything that pleased him. Even if that mean making a woman kill her own children. He learned to control this power with great finesse and used it to his advantage on many occasions. In fact, it was how he acquired Trevor. Trevor was his steward. A human that could walk in the mortal world without notice in order to conduct business. Vlad quickly realized he would not hold Poenari Castle without a puppet to make him legitimate.
He had found Trevor via a trip to Russia. He had entered the cold climate in seek of fresh blood and new adventures. Instead he had found a most beautiful prize. The young man was 24, a man in those days. He was intelligent and had trained to be of legal representation for the royal Czars. Vlad immediately became enamored of him. However, he did not bite him. He merely enthralled to keep Trevor at his will. It was Trevor who held Poenari on parchment. Trevor who owned the vast lands and mines in which Vlad made his fortune. Seemed that jewels abounded the Earth below the Carpathian mountains and Vlad got his cut. Trevor conducted most business meetings, but if the meetings went South. Vlad stepped in and made sure that things turned out in his favor. At the end of this decade, Vlad had amassed a giant fortune, but it was all in Trevor's name. Vlad did not chafe at this. After all, Trevor belonged to him so therefore what was Trevor's was Vlad's.
Vlad also developed super sonic hearing. He knew when someone approached his abode. He could hear the tiniest whisper in a forest and know what the person was all about. He locked into their very psyche and could know everything about them. Right down to their soul. Vlad had inadvertently unlocked what it was to be a God. Not in the traditional sense, but a truer God the world had never known. He was real, you could touch him, smell him, see him... there was no faith here. He just was. It was how he read humans. They were so frail, and what peeved the Lord the most was they were all so typical. He knew what they would say, how they would react, all of it within a few moments of meeting them. It was quite boorish actually. At the same time, it was very good for business. Vlad used this skill to his advantage often. It was quite a boon to know ones enemies on such an intimate level.
His most prized ability was the ability to fly. Vlad could concentrate all of his thoughts on levitation and did it well. He could fly to and fro. Not transform exactly, but could make his body as light as a feather and fly to wherever he so chose. Many nights he could be found high above the countryside landing on tops of trees or the top of a mountain to better take in the night. While a man, nothing soothed the savage beast more than the cool air in his face. Now he could envelope himself in that same wind and ride it to any chosen destination. The laws of physics simply didn't apply to Vlad Dracul. He found it most thrilling to fly high in the sky above villages and watch regular humans in their homes. Their nightly chores and same routines were actually quite pitiful. Whenever he saw this behavior he thought again how fortunate he was to be different. The darkness had became his friend. His closest mistress and he would sustain in her cold embrace for the rest of time.
His final feat of abilities, was the ability to transform. He could transition from a human body to an animal body. Not all animals mind you, but a few. Vlad could be a serpent, a rodent, a bat, and a wolf. He always looked the same whatever form he took. As a serpent he was a long 7 boa. His markings unlike any other snake in the animal kingdom. A deep chocolate brown with crimson patches all over. Slithering into beds, wrapping around his victims as he drank of their blood with his extraordinary fangs was quite interesting. The fear he could feed from as soon as they saw this form always satiated the beast. His eyes glowed red and his fangs protruded roughly. As a rodent, he was a small black rat with the same red eyes. It was almost ironic that he would choose to become that which he had once ate. But a rat had certain perks that a human form did not. He could fit into tight places as a rat and could always hide from the sun. A natural looking bat with soft tufts of ebony fur was his most famous transition. He enjoyed this animal form the most. He was never detectable and could still fly high in the sky. When he transitioned into the wolf he was a hulking black beast with the same eerie crimson eyes. The wolf was for purely intrinsic reasons. Wolves were feared above all in this part of the world. Vlad found it fitting that while in animal form, he could take on that legendary feared creature.
Vlad enjoyed his abilities through. He used them often and perfected each one. It was during this time he held his concubines. Vlad was a man after all and had male urges and needs. His concubines were many. A bride on the eve of her wedding, an unhappy ale house wife, the local aristocrats daughter... they were endless. When he tired of them he would dispose of them. They even tried to drink of his blood and that was death sentence. Vlad cared for none of them, they were just pets after all. The endless parade of women in and out of Poenari Castle was great. Trevor ever at his wits ends to dispose of the body. Explain to the local magistrate that the women had never been seen in this part of the country, so on and so forth. In fact Trevor was evaluated by a psychiatrist because the courts were convinced that he had stolen the women away and killed them. It was great fun for Vlad to watch his steward squirm, thinking he would die. Of course he would never out his master. This was instant death and a fate which the court's could never rival in terms of sadistic.
Soon, Vlad grew restless. There had to be more than just the endless parade of sexual objects, Trevor, and food. He craved more. Power, he wanted dominion over all human's emotions. He wanted a family. One he controlled albeit. But he found himself wanting to be a King once more. Vlad was bred to be a conqueror. There was nothing for it. Never would be. The adventures of a young vampire were over. Now, it was time to be a King. Vlad would build an army. When he told Trevor of his plans, Trevor quaked in fear. He knew Vlad's history, all too well. He knew that the vicious man in front of him meant every word and it would come to pass, almost as a prophecy. It was then he began to try and turn others. His first few attempts failed. He bit the victim and forced them to drink of his blood, then he realized they weren't taking enough and bled out in the experiment. Then he did change a few but they always ended up disappointing him in one way or another. There was no room for weakness in a creature of the night. No room for emotions left over. The first time they left a kill in plain sight, they were gone. None of them could live up to the old King's expectations.
Finally Vlad found what he was looking for. He would begin a whole new race. A race of Gods to bring himself back to the leadership position he had once held. Once again the world would be held in the grips of fear and there would be whispers of the monster he would become. It was during this time of learning the dark embrace that he experimented more. How could they die? Starvation? No, they merely went to sleep, but with a little blood would come back to life. Bleeding them out only showed the same result. Stabbing, quartering, all of it failed to make them die. He then stabbed one through the heart and watched the body turn to dust. He put one in the sun and found him that evening a pile of ashes, and he decapitated another. This was probably the most interesting. They would continue to hiss and blink while their bodies squirmed like a snake for a few hours. But they eventually faded away. With all of this experimentation Vlad was fully equipped to allow his children to be born.
They could die, but it wasn't an easy task. Sunlight and a direct puncture to the heart were the only two things that would kill his newfound race. Vlad again found himself bored with the project. There had to be more. He began to travel the world seeking out recruits, none of their souls were just right. Not until he found Marcus Fianchetti. This man had a natural taint to his soul that Vlad could manipulate and use to make him an extraordinary specimen. He needed general's again, men that would be instrumental in regaining a kingdom of loyal subjects. The taint to Marcus's soul was so old that it came from before Vlad's emergence. Marcus was a descendant of the great Bathalsar. A great King of the old days that had made Vlad's life weak in comparison. The only thing Vlad had on him, was that he was not dead and never would be. Bathalsar had actually placed decapitated heads of children on his castle for amusement during a festival. He had ruled his kingdom with downright terror. This was a trait that Vlad respected. Marcus had the taint of pure darkness from this ancestor, and this was Vlad's ticket to a powerful regime.
He wouldn't call himself evil per say, it wasn't a take over the world type of spark. Instead, it was a lonely entity that merely wanted to regain the glory of power. Vlad Dracul would rise once more. With the find of Marcus he knew this in the pit of his soul. Were there others? Could he create a regime of generals once more? The rise of his new race. He was the epicenter of that race. He was a God. And his children were called Vampires.
