Vampire Series Pt. I: The Hunted

I have walked the darkness evading that mighty hunter that has been hunting me for centuries. I stand in this dark alley somewhere in the heart of New York City, the city I have loved so dear amid all the cities I have been to. In this place I never run out of prey.


I am Alexandrius, I died human, I was reborn a vampire. My story dates back seven hundred years ago on the coast of Sicily. I was still a teenage boy then, young, adventurous and full of life until 1347, the Black Death killed my family and hundreds more in the island.


I was almost dead when a man came to me and saved me from that horrible mortal death. He took me into his arms and gave me the gift of eternal life, which by now, after 700 years of existence, became a curse. He drank from my blood and let me drank his, and in me, I felt a surge I have never felt in my entire mortal life. His name was Agapios, a handsome vampire who hailed from Greece.


I became Agapios' first brood. The first member of his clan. For three hundred years, we scoured the whole of Europe, from Rome to France to London to Prague, turning mere mortals into immortals like us. We had fun drinking blood from helpless people, burning their villages and battling ancient witches. We had the power. I had the power.


Within the clan, we were nine. Agapios, I and other seven vampires who came from different parts of Europe. I became close to Antonello, an Italian artist who wished to die because nobody understood him. Instead, Agapios turned him into one of us, one hundred years after he turned me into one. Antonello showed me to the world of art, which I grew interest in. This triggered jealousy on the part of Agapios, which he hid from us, from the whole clan.


1647. Zaragoza , Spain, during one of our killing sprees, I came upon a mortal who would then become my most feared enemy. His name was Immanuel, a son of a farmer. It was a warm summer night along the banks of the Ebro River, we walked the midnight darkness in search of prey and mortals who could become a potential member of our growing clan.


We stumbled upon this small village along the river. There were several houses, about 20 to 30 of them, all dimly lit by the fire of the candle coming from the inside. The night was calm, silent and serene, until Alban, one of the clan members started to set fire on one of the houses.
"Fire!" A man shouted from the burning house. The villagers suddenly went out of their houses to see the disturbance. We were waiting. Waiting in the shadows for our prey. The people hurried to put off the growing fire, but it was useless, the fire has already spread onto the neighboring houses.


There was chaos, and we loved the chaos. In the shadows, we waited for Agapios' signal to attack. The villagers were in panic; children crying, women screaming and the men, heroically trying to save everything and everyone they could. There was this young man who was saving all he could save from their burning house. His mother, his younger brother and his little sister. Such a heroic lad.


Agapios signalled. We went out of our hiding places and began our attack. We attacked, startling the already startled villagers. There were screams all over, begging to spare them their lives. I loved the smell of fear. The taste of their blood. Then I came upon the family of the young man, who were hiding behind a tree. The young man was not with them. Where could he be? But that was none of my interest at that moment. I was thirsty for blood. I can sense their fear, slowly killing them from the inside. Tears fell from their eyes, illuminated by the growing fire behind me.


I went for my first kill, the mother hugging her children. I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her from where she was standing. The boy screamed. But the little girl's scream was louder. I plunged my teeth deep into her throat and drained her of her sumptuous blood. Her blood was tasty, but not enough to fill my empty stomach, that has been left empty for days.
I was about to go for my second kill when a man shouted from behind.


"Stop, you monster!" I turned to see who it was. It was the father. He was carrying a large piece of wood in his trembling hands. He was too late, his wife is already dead. I dropped her to the ground and turned towards the father. He was brave, yet you could see that his soul was dying out of fear. I took a step forward and flashed him my blood-drenched fangs. He stepped backward, still holding that filthy piece of wood which was then pointed towards me.
I moved towards him. Then with lightning speed, I went to him and grabbed his neck. It was a good second kill, much better than killing those children. I took a bite off his neck and drank his blood. The two children were screaming frantically from behind me.


I was in the middle of my kill when a male voice shouted: "Father!"


I snapped from my kill, leaving the father half-dead, not yet totally drained of all his blood. Then there he was, the handsome lad. The son of the man I was killing. There was something in him that drew me to him. I didn't know what it was. He was in utmost shock upon seeing his mother lying dead on the ground, and his father dying in my hands.


His face was delicate. His dark brown hair, similar to mine fell effortlessly on his face. He was lean, as tall as me and statuesque. With him was a young lass. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen.


She was ethereal. Heavenly. Angelic. Perfect to become the sole female member of the clan. I shifted my interest from the lad towards the beauty beside him.


I dropped my prey to the ground and walked towards them. My eyes were nailed on her beauty, and I can no longer help myself from the intense emotion I felt towards her. I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted her to be like me.


The lad knew I was aiming for the girl beside her. He flung his right arm in front of her, a gesture suggesting protection. By the way he was motioning, I can tell that she was his lover.
But he can't stop me. I need her to be with me. I will do everything to make her mine. I flew from where I was standing and snatched her from his side. I continued with my glide and landed on one of the branches of the trees surrounding us. I threw her on my shoulder and held her there. She was creaming hard. I looked back at the lad from below. He ran after us, but he is mere mortal. He has no power against me.


I leered unto him. Finding happiness in his agony over the fact that a monster took the lives of his parent and took his lover away.


I glided again and disappeared into the darkness leaving the young man crying on his knees empty-handed.


... to be continued

Vampire Series

This is where the story of the Hunted and the Hunter begins, told in their perspectives. Enjoy and be enthralled by the world of vampires as you dwell into the twisted stories of the Hunted and the Hunter.