Hell is just the Beginning
Screams echoed throughout the streets as feet stomped on the cobble stone road that divided each side of the town in half. It was small, and unprepared for the catastrophic event that had just began minutes prior. Blood seeped from the buildings and slipped into the wet streets, men and women running frantically unable to figure out where to hide or where to run too. No where was safe, everywhere was dangerous, they were panicking with no hope in sight. It was a crisp cold night with each breath piercing the lungs, a light fog lingered throughout the streets with the full moon shining bright, its light reflecting off the fog causing visibility to be shortened. Although the night was beautiful, the town was no longer attractive. People slayed in the homes, and out across the side of the cobble stone. These types of attacks were the signs of a young vampire, for young ones bite for pleasure, and feeling, it is a intimate sensation that the young vampire recieves when draining the life source from another individual. It is the teenage version of a sexual peak. Constantly wanting more, and never getting enough, even when they have satisfied the thirst. Young vampires, tend to be wreckless and stubborn, it is their nature and all most go through the growing pains, it is what prepares them for self-control in the future. Tristan heard all of this by his father, it was reason his father did not wish to have him join this kind of life. He knew that when Tristan turned it would drive him away from the castle for sometime in search of strengthening himself as a vampire and going overboard on the sensation with the need to bite.
It was ok, it was what he wanted, and it is what he recieved. Tristan would now fill what his body desired and then show his father that he too would be strong like him one day. Possessing abilities that would match and not disappoint. However the only way to grow stronger is to prey on the living. The stronger the individual, the more Tristan would get out of the kill.
Heavy breathing, a man looked left to right, up and down, before finally making the decision to sprint for the gates. There was no other option, it was either get out of town or die within it. He sprinted, his lungs burning, feet wobbling due to fatigue, hair was wet as was the rest of his body from perspirating from the fear. Eyes were large and locked on to the towns gate. Only about 40 yards and he was outside,it'd be a ways before he would reach another town for refuge but if he did, he'd have one hell of a tale to tell. His hands were full of mud and muck as his finger nails seemed like they were dipped in dirt. It caked his face, and his garments, along with the stains of blood from the fellow town members. The horror that was witnessed on this night, would take years to come to turns with but all hopes and dreams were shattered as pressure was felt on his shoulders creating him to collapse to the floor and fall face first on to the street. He winced in pain as his body ached, he tried getting up but was shoved back to the surface. Unable to muster any sort of strength to bring himself to his knees at least, until he was jolted upwards and his neck was forced to the side by a large cold hand.
"You shall dream a thousand dreams, leaving this world with the feeling of pleasure, the fear will leave your body, and your body will allow your mind to set you free into that place you call Heaven."
The man heard these words and wanted to yell, he wanted to fight back, instead two sharp needles were felt pinching their way inside him. His heart raced, his eyes dialted, and his body began to feel warm. It was a sensation never felt before, it was peaceful, and exciting all at the sametime. Only to soon feel his eye lids drape over his pupils and darkness filled the rest of the vision.
The pathetic man was released and his cold, lifeless body dropped to the surface. Tristan rose from his knees and stood upright as blood trickled from his red lips. Tristan slid his right arm across his mouth to wipe the evidence away, his feeding was finally over. The town itself was nothing but a shell of what it use to be fifteen to twenty minutes ago. Death swept by and Tristan had a smile crack on the right side of his face. It was time to make his leave, walking away from the gate instead of toward it, he could feel another presence. Someone was heading toward this way, which caused Tristan to become curious. He no longer needed to feed, but once again a young vampire is wreckless...he swiftly got off the streets and perched up into a dark elevated spot between two buildings. He wanted to observe who was coming and decide whether or not it would be worth the effort.