Name: Cain Adonai
Race: Class S Vampire. (Currently has attributes from class B, C, and D vampires)
Age: Stopped counting, believing it to be a waste of time. (Oddly ironic, considering one of his weaknesses…) He was born shortly after Dracula’s death in 1897, and transported to the ‘Strange Place’ (His term for the Amphitheater) in early 2007.

Race Explanation: In the world Cain is from, vampires are labeled as different classes due to the vast differences between different breeds. Cain is a rare vampire, known as a Class S. This means that he is able to absorb the DNA and attributes of other breeds of vampire via feeding on their blood.

He currently has DNA from Class B, C, and D vampires, giving him their abilities as well as weaknesses.

Height: 6ft
Weight: Approximately 166 pounds.

Appearance: Cain is relatively strange looking for a vampire. Where as most vampires have a pale complexion, his skin is lightly tanned. This is likely due to the fact that he forays into the sunlight more often than most vampires, as, unlike most vampires, he can stand the sunlight for periods of time.

His left eye is missing, and Cain is unable to regenerate it due to the fact that it was torn out before he gained his regenerative abilities. In its place he wears a dark leather eyepatch. His remaining eye is a murky gray color.

Around Cain’s right wrist the words “Grask Nem Pas”, vampire dialect for “Show No Mercy”, are tattooed. His usual attire consists of a business suit with loose fitting tie, complimented by a pair of Italian leather shoes.

Though not particularly muscular, Cain’s body is in perfect condition and, like all vampires, His canines are of an increased size in order to penetrate the carotid artery of his victims, though he keeps his fangs tucked into his gums when in public places so as to avoid causing chaos.



^ An incredible pic of Cain made by I)ragon11. Thanks again!



^ Another great pic of Cain, from Altamira this time. ^_^ *Huggles*

Strengths: Like the majority of vampires, Cain has above average strength. This strength temporarily increases after feeding, with the quality of the increase depending on how much blood he consumes, and the quality of the blood itself.

Also like the majority of his race, Cain has regenerative capabilities. Minor wounds like cuts and broken bones take a few seconds to heal, while massive injuries such as the severing of his limbs take a minute or two to regenerate, though slightly longer if the damage is inflicted via silver or flame.

Yet another vampiric trait that Adonai carries are increased senses. He can see incredibly well in the dark, and can pinpoint a person’s location via the slightest noise. Cain also has a sense of smell great enough to recognize people by their race, gender, and sometimes their age. This also allows him to remember specific peoples’ scents so that he can quickly find them later.

Lastly is Cain’s increased speed and agility. This allows him to move incredibly fast for short periods, quickly closing the distance between himself and his opponent.

Weaknesses: Like all vampires Cain is severely allergic to silver and garlic. Silver burns him on contact and wounds inflicted by silver take longer to regenerate, while garlic saps his strength. Also like other vampires, Adonai can’t stand to be in the sun for extended periods of time, only able to stay in direct sunlight for two hours at the most before starting to burn up, though he can stay in the sunlight longer if he stays in the shadows.

Yet another vampiric weakness is an aversion to any religious symbols/items, as well as roses. These things cause him excruciating pain, drawing his focus. For this reason he steers clear of places like temples and churches, something his opponent can use as a means of pausing the fight to rest.

Along with all these common weaknesses are some not so common weaknesses. These include the inability to enter a privately owned household without first gaining proper invitation, a subconscious urge to count objects inside his head, and a weakness towards fire, as vampire flesh burns more quickly than any other, and burns take longer to heal.

Last, but not least, is his overconfidence. He underestimates his opponents fairly often, and rarely admits when he’s wrong. This also leads to him being reluctant to accept help of any kind.

Weapons: A single Smith & Wesson 500 revolver, only used when Cain feels he is vastly outmatched. It carries five S&W .500 magnum shots, which are fired with enough force to blow half a man’s head off.

Armor: Cain wears no armor, believing that armor is something fools use to remind themselves of their own fragileness.

Other Items: Vilaf, small red pills. When consumed by a vampire, they stave said undead being’s thirst for a time, though not giving them the boost of strength that feeding on blood would. Although helpful if ingested by a vampire, Vilaf tablets are deadly if consumed by any other being due to genetic differences.

Cain also carries an I-Pod, which he uses when in an easy fight and/or simply relaxing. His favorite songs to listen to are those by heavy metal groups such as Staind, Disturbed, Papa Roach, and Korn. He says that he prefers heavy metal because half of the singers are secretly vampires.

Personality: Cain is a tad bit arrogant due to his class S status. He considers vampires to be the greatest race, while humans are merely food and werewolves are nothing but inbred mutts. At times he’ll grudgingly accept help from humans, but he’ll never, ever accept help from a werewolf.

Cain is an impatient fellow who prefers not to beat around the bush, and gets angry when somebody dribbles on and on about something irrelevant. He is cold and unfeeling towards most species aside from vampires.

In combat he’s fairly manipulative, preferring to lead his opponents into a bad spot before finishing them. Once an opponent is beaten, Cain will frequently toy with them before killing them. This usually includes torture and mutilation.

Skills/Abilities: Being very, very old, Cain has quite a bit of fighting experience. He’s dabbled in Tang Soo Do, Ninjutsu, and kickboxing, though he’s far from mastering any of them. He also has experience in Dashk, a vampire fighting art that’s taught to all vampires that are part of the council, even apprentices of council members.

Like all vampires, he has superior senses. His hearing is so advanced that he can hone in on specific sources of noise, and his smell is so great that he can recognize people by their scent. Cain’s sight is also incredibly advanced, allowing him to clearly see in the dark.

Seeing as he has DNA from Class B and Class D vampires, he has the following abilities.

Armblade, Dashk technique number 1

A technique specially taught to Class D vampires with relations to the council, the Armblade takes advantage of Class D vampires’ increased iron content. It allows Cain to combine all of the iron in his blood and transform it into a triangular blade, about a foot long, which extends from the vampires arm just above the wrist.

The more iron in Cain’s blood, the stronger the blade is. He can attain more iron via feeding.

Wirevein, Dashk technique number 2

Similar to the Armblade ability, Wirevein produces a weapon made from the iron content of the user’s blood. Rather than producing a blade, however, the Wirevein ability stretches out one of Cain’s veins in his wrist and coats it in iron, created a whip of sorts. Once the whip strikes Cain’s opponent the iron returns to his bloodstream and his vein returns to its normal size and position.

Though not useful for prolonged combat, the Wirevein ability is good for a quick hit or two.

Mistform, Dashk technique number 6A

A technique taught only to Class B vampires, the mistform ability allows them to remain in their mist form for extended periods of time rather than becoming mistlike for only a short time. When in mist form, Cain is unaffected by physical attacks. Magical and elemental attacks, however, can still damage him while in mist form, and he’ll revert back to his physical form if this happens.

Cain can only hold this form for half a minute at the most, after which he must wait for five minutes before using it again.

Halfmist, Dashk technique number 6B

An ability that is seldom learned, the Halfmist is an extension of the Mistform ability. It allows Cain to turn half of his body (Usually muscle mass and unneeded organs), into the mist form while still remaining physical enough to fight.

While using Halfmist, Cain’s strength and durability are cut in half. At the same time, his speed grows immensely due to his decreased weight. If the half of him that’s in mist form is damaged, he’ll revert back to his physical form.

Cain can only hold this form for a relatively short amount of time.

Shadowdance

A self-taught technique: While using the Halfmist ability Cain can use the Shadowdance, which lasts for approximately ten seconds. During the Shadowdance, the half of him that’s mist surrounds Cain’s opponent.

The mist turns pitch black, obstructing his opponent’s view save for a split second of light as Cain is attacking. During the Shadowdance, Cain is unable to use the Armblade ability.

As of Grudging Respect, Cain has gained several new abilities, which are as follows...

Hagashk

Hagashk, which is vampiric for "Lookalike", is an ability that Cain gained by assimilating the blood of Jeremy Jaggers. It allows him to completely morph his body structure and appearance to look like anybody he's drunk blood from. The transformation is 100% perfect, including changing his gender if he's taking on the appearance of a female victim, and even changing his scent to match the original victim's.

Ghoul

An ability Cain received by drinking the blood of a vampire known simply as Magwitch, Ghoul allows Adonai to turn deceased victims into, as the name implies, ghouls. The ghouls are gray-skinned, completely obedient (Often mindless), superhumanly strong, and can be summoned to his side, seemingly appearing out of nowhere at any time.

The ghouls' main sources of attack are their clawed hands and fangs, but Cain can also make them explode to inflict even more damage. They are fragile, however, and a well-aimed blow to the chest or head will kill them easily.

Death and Shadows

Cain's version of the Silhouette of Stealth. He gained the ability through the blood of Erkunde, who himself copied the ability from Cadenza Madrigal. This ability allows Adonai to sink into shadows, either to hide or to burst out of any other shadow in the vicinity.

Unlike Cadenza's Silhouette of Stealth, Death and Shadows doesn't allow Cain to send projectiles through shadows or pull opponents into them. He can, however, send specific parts of his body through shadows, punching a hand through one shadow and having his fist come out of another shadow to strike his opponent, for example.

Adonai can use this ability as much as he wants, but he can only hide his entire body inside of a shadow for a maximum of five minutes.

Thorne *Note: Thorne was the ability Cain was to have gotten from the blood of Judas Mesias, but Altamira's sudden departure meant that the fight couldn't take place*

Cain's most powerful ability thus far. His back and arms are covered in nigh-indestructible bone plating, leaving his arms and back completely invulnerable. As if that weren't bad enough, they are then covered in barbs ranging in thickness from needle-like to large spikes.

These barbs can be launched as projectiles. The smaller, needle-like barbs have a small amount of paralyzing toxins in them. A few of them won't cause much of an effect, but ten or more launched directly into a limb can cause paralysis that will last for about an hour.

Like the bone plating, all of the barbs are nigh-indestructible. While Thorne is Cain's most powerful ability, it is also his most inhibiting, as he cannot use any of his other abilities while Thorne is in effect.

History: “Push, push!” the doctor said, watching for any sign that the baby was coming out. Mister Adonai held his wife’s hand reassuringly while keeping his eyes transfixed on her face. Her tan face was locked in an expression of pain, something that her husband affirmed by her crushing grip on his hand.

Doctor Webb, the doctor in charge of the delivery, wiped his wrinkled forehead with an egg white handkerchief. Mrs. Adonai had been in labor for more than fourty hours, which meant that the baby had to be coming out soon.

Suddenly, Mrs. Adonai began to gasp and hyperventilate. The hyperventilation soon turned to choking, then gurgled coughing. At the same time, however, a little body began to push its way out. Doctor Webb, in a hurry, grabbed the baby and yanked it out the rest of the way.

By this time Mrs. Adonai was beginning to bleed from her mouth, and she stopped breathing. Her husband didn’t even notice when Doctor Webb cut the umbilical cord, too focused on the horror that was unfolding before him.

Mrs. Adonai died that night due to unknown causes. Her baby, however, was born without any defects or consequences save for the fact that he was born with his teeth fully grown. Though Mr. Adonai thought nothing of it, Doctor Webb was horrified, remembering the warnings of Romanian folklore…

The things that doomed a man to become a vampire include a black cat crossing the mother’s path, the child being born with such irregularities as a tail or a full set of teeth, excommunication from the church, or being bitten by a vampire and surviving.

Of course, Webb quickly put a stop to his fears. Vampires were only make believe, popularized by Stoker’s novel ‘Dracula’. In fact, Webb had read said book just a few nights ago. No wonder why he was so superstitious!

Shortly after the delivery, Mr. Adonai left with his son. Unfortunately, Webb was unaware of the fact that, although he didn’t believe in the supernatural, Mr. Adonai did. In fact, he believed in things that Webb had never heard of…

~

In a small house, barely large enough to accompany two people, Curt Adonai sat. In the middle of the room was a table littered with scissors and picture frames. He and his wife had been planning on getting a family portrait drawn, after which they would cut it down to a specific size and hang it on the wall.

In the far corner of the room was a single cradle in which their child slept. On the near corner was the bed on which Curt and Elise had slept, still untidy from this morning. Behind the sitting figure of Mr. Adonai was a lit fireplace.

“Elise,” Curt thought, tears streaming down his eyes. He’d done his best to avoid showing such feelings in front of the good doctor, but couldn’t help but break down once he’d gotten home. His wife, his beautiful, caring wife, was dead and that demon child was to blame!

He raised a hand to his head, running his fingers through his wavy brown hair. “I can’t do anything for her, he thought, clenching his fist, still in his hair. He didn’t seem to notice when his clenched fist tore a handful of hair from his head.

Curt slowly rose from his chair, doing his best not to send a hateful glance towards the thing sleeping in the cradle at the other end of the room. The thing that he and his wife had made so many preparations for, spent so much time planning for.

“Elise always said she wanted a baby before she died, Curt thought, watching the tiny beast roll over and clutch at its blanket. It would have been so easy to do it, and nobody would know. He could blame it on the fact that Elise died while giving birth, screwing up the creature.

He could do it and get away with it too. He’d avenge his wife, and rid the world of the monstrosity that only days ago had been his unborn son. Curt took a threatening step towards the cradle, hands limp at his sides.

Curt’s hands curled into fists, his eyes glazing over with rage. The most wonderful woman in his life was gone… and this creature was to blame. Before he even realized what he was doing, Curt grabbed a pair of scissors from the table and made his way to the cradle.

“Die,” he said, hissing and spitting each word as though he were speaking to Satan himself. “You little monster!”

Curt brought the scissors down on the sleeping form, giving it an injury that would remain with him for the rest of his life. The instant he pulled the scissors away from the child’s face, Curt was overcome by grief. He’d stabbed a baby!

Screaming with despair, Mr. Adonai charged across the room, knocking over the table and his chair as he dove headfirst into the fireplace.

All the commotion awoke the neighbors, and they began to knock on the door. By the time they heard the baby’s cries the smell of burning flesh had begun to rise from the chimney…

~

When the baby was carried into the hospital, a bloody mess where its eye used to be, the first doctor to see the carnage was none other than Webb himself. He couldn’t believe that the very baby that he had delivered a short time ago was now in his hospital, and eye completely destroyed.

He tried his best but was unable to save the baby’s eye. From then on the child would be forced to use a glass eye, or at least and eyepatch. Feeling sorry for the child, Webb adopted him shortly after he healed, naming the child Curt, after his father.

17 Years Later…

“Curt!” Dr. Webb shouted from the bottom of the stairwell.. “Hurry up or you’ll be late! This guy’s a snob, so being late for an interview really won’t help your chances of landing this job!”

Curt, his hair disheveled, appeared at the top of the stairs, his clothing in disarray. He moaned and returned to his room to get dressed and brush his hair. Today was the day he was going to get a job interview with Azkal Gurlon, a very wealthy businessman.

Azkal was looking for a new butler, and was going to pay a fairly decent amount of money to whoever took the job. The only requirements were that the person taking the job were young and looked good, so that he could spite his rivals by pointing out how well groomed and utterly perfect his butler was.

Curt slipped on his best shirt and pants, as well as his favorite pair of shoes. After that he spent the next few minutes in front of the mirror adjusting his hair and eyepatch. Once finished, he came charging down the stairs. The interview was due to start in just a few minutes.

After a quick goodbye to his adoptive father, Curt sped off out the door and down the cobblestone street. Azkal’s mansion was only two blocks from where he lived, but that by no means meant that Curt was guaranteed to get there on time. Fortunately, he did.

Just a few minutes after he’d left home Curt was standing before the iron fence that signified the transfer from public to private property. Beyond the gate stood Gurlon’s Victorian mansion, gargoyle statues and all. Several gardeners were pacing about the huge yard, tending to hedges that were trimmed in the forms of various animals.

“I’m here for the job,” Curt said to the guard. The stout man’s only response was a simple grunt, after which he promptly opened the gate. A second guard came strolling down to the gate and escorted Curt to Azkal’s domain.

He didn’t realize that the sound of the gate closing behind him would mark the end of his seemingly normal, if slightly twisted life…

~

“Mr. Gurlon,” said a gray haired butler, his mustache bouncing up and down with each word. “You have a visitor. He says he’s here for the job, probably the one you offered for people to replace me.”

The wavy haired businessman waved his soon to be retired butler off, taking a sip of his ‘wine’. Of course, that’s what it looked like. Anybody with a good sense of smell could tell that it was fresh blood from Gurlon’s supply tomb.

For a moment he watched as Muerto, the old, Class C vampire butler, toddled off. Once Muerto left, Azkal switched his focus to the main doors. Something odd was coming. Not quite a vampire, nor was it fully human. He instantly decided that whoever was coming would be far more valuable than a butler.

“I didn’t think any more Class S’s existed,” he thought, taking another sniff to affirm his suspicions. “Draculae’s been dead for at least seventeen years, so that’s definitely not him. The scent is more human than Draculae’s was anyway.

He continued watching with growing interest as a brown haired youth came through the double doors, almost tripping over the threshold. Acknowledging the boy’s presence, Azkal merely tipped his head in the direction of a chair opposite his.

Curt took the seat nervously, not used to being anywhere near somebody of Gurlon’s magnitude. He was about to start, but remembered Webb’s advice that it was better to wait until the employer spoke, as it took a moment for the employer to size up his soon to be worker.

“So,” Azkal said, taking note of the fact that the teen’s left eye was covered with a cheap leather eyepatch. “You’re here for the job, are you? I’m in need of a replacement for my current butler. He’s getting a little senile.”

“Yes sir,” Curt said, sitting rigidly straight in his chair. “I’m here because of the advertisement you plastered on the plaza wall.”

Azkal nodded and took another sip of his drink, silently noting how baby blood tasted better than that of a fully-grown adult. His eyes continued to scan Curt from the rim of his glass, taking in all the fine details. He was a handsome youth, probably strong too.

“How about,” he said after withdrawing the glass from his lips. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow? I’ll have everything ready for you then.” Curt nodded and made his way out the double doors, letting out a relieved sigh once on the other side.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he thought, smiling now. On his way out he began to lightly whistle, thinking of what he’d say to Webb upon returning home.

~

“Muerto,” Azkal said to his butler. The Class C vampire set Gurlon’s meal, a still beating heart, down on the table. The old vampire wiped his hands off and turned his attention to his Class A master.

“Yes sir?”

“That boy,” Azkal said, sticking a fork into the heart. “Was a Class S vampire. I think he’d make a good apprentice, don’t you? Of course, he needs the blood of a vampire in order to start down the path.”

Muerto nodded and crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowed as he thought. A Class S vampire was no more than a human until they got their first taste of vampire blood, but how would they attain it? The poor vampire got his answer soon enough.

His master produced a blade from under the table and, with incredibly swiftness, cleaved off his butler’s head. Muerto’s headless form collapsed into a crumpled heap, spurting blood from the stump that used to be his neck.

Azkal instantly went to work collecting the blood. Tomorrow was going to be a big day…

~

Curt rose early that day as he was too excited to sleep in. Azkal was bound to pay a huge amount of money, and the thought of spending so much time in that grand mansion was just as appealing. He skipped breakfast and made his way to Gurlon’s mansion.

He was happy to see that the guard was a bit more cheery today. Rather than greeting him with a grunt, the guard quickly opened the gate and congratulated Curt on getting the job, finishing his greeting with a pat on the back.

Just like before, a man came down from the mansion to escort him. This time however, that man was Azkal himself. With a jovial smile stretched across his weathered face, Gurlon took Curt by the shoulder and practically dragged him to the mansion.

“Congratulations Adonai,” Azkal said, continuing to smile. Curt was so happy that he didn’t even notice the fact that Gurlon knew his name even though he hadn’t told the businessman. “Let us celebrate your new job with a fine breakfast. Have you ever-tried red wine? Of course you haven’t!”

He led Curt to a vast dining hall, in the middle of which was a gigantic oak table. The edges of the room were laden with large marble pillars, freshly polished. Even more impressive than the room itself was the food on the table.

There were piles of various breakfast foods. Biscuits, muffins, pancakes, and even French toast. Not only was the food great, but there were also bottles of various drinks ranging from amontillado, milk, and water to red wine and fresh grape juice.

Azkal directed Curt towards to a seat at the end of the table, where a plate was already set with various muffins and buscuits. The boy sat down, a look of bewilderment etched into his face. Azkal wasn’t rich, he was rich.

Once Gurlon was seated, the two began to eat their eloquent meal. Curt filled his goblet with red wine, and went to work devouring his meal and draining his cup. The great feeling didn’t last too long, however. The wine was strange tasting, and left a strange feeling in the back of his throat.
“Where did you get this wine?” he asked, the feeling changing over to an itch. The itching quickly became burning, the burning becoming searing heat. Curt dropped his goblet and clutched his throat, his vision becoming blurry.

“Class C,” Azkal said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He watched with mild amusement as Adonai slumped over in his chair. It would take a few hours for the Class C blood to integrate into his DNA, after which he’d be a full-fledged vampire.

“Soon,” Azkal said, taking a sip of his glass of amontillado. “You’ll be all mine.”

~

Pain, the ultimate reality check. Curt’s entire body ached. The youth groaned and rolled onto his side, his preferred sleeping position. Whatever it was he would sleep it off. Yep, that’s what he’d do. Adonai rested his head on his silk pillow and-

“Wait a second,” he thought. “I don’t have silk pillows…”

With difficulty he opened his eyes, finding himself lying on a massive bed in an even more massive room. The walls were intricately decorated with portraits of various men and women, each one standing before a very different background. They wore different clothing as well. In fact, there was only one thing that the portraits had in common, their teeth.

No matter the gender, clothing, or background, all of these people had enlarged canines. Some of them even had a red substance dripping from their lips. Despite feeling disgusted by the sight of blood, Curt couldn’t help but want the substance.

Only when he realized this did he discover a strange sensation in his mouth. It was like he was sucking on something large and sharp. Curt opened his mouth and stuck his fingers in, dreading what he would find. Once he discovered what was in his mouth he almost passed out.

He had fangs, just like the people in the portraits. Curt attempted to return to the large bed. On the way he stumbled several times, once managing to inadvertently pull one of the portraits off the wall. This was all a nightmare. He’d just go back to sleep and wake up in his own bed. Yes, that’s what he’d do.

“Good morning Mr. Adonai,” said a smooth voice. Curt stumbled once again, though this time he was unable to keep himself from falling. Azkal was sitting on the bed, but how? Curt hadn’t seen the businessman come in…

“I trust you’re feeling good,” Gurlon continued, drumming his fingers on the satin sheets. He smiled and laughed. Curt watched with growing horror as Azkal’s canines grew into fangs, just like the portraits. Just like his.

“What did you do to me?” Adonai asked, attempting to stand but failing miserably. “What the hell am I?”

Azkal laughed yet again, this time slapping his palm on his leg as though he’d just seen the most hysterical play ever. Even when he’d finished laughing Gurlon seemed to have trouble keeping a straight face. He rose from the bed and made his way towards the youth.

“You’re a Class S vampire Curt,” he said, lifting Adonai off the floor like a rag doll and placing him on his feet. “You’ve got DNA from a Class C vampire now. That means that you are technically a Class C vampire at the moment.”

Curt couldn’t believe his ears. A vampire was something from Bram Stoker’s fable, not something real. How then, did he have such strange teeth, and how was Azkal so strong? Adonai, still a little dizzy, suddenly struck Azkal in his stomach, knocking the Class A vampire to the ground.

Of course, Gurlon wasn’t one to be beaten so easily. In a flash he rose from the floor, struck Curt in the face, and pinned him against the nearest wall, all with only one hand. Azkal leaned in close and began to whisper in Adonai’s ear.

“There’s so much you don’t know. Let me teach you,” he said, his voice as smooth as ever. “You’re a vampire, Curt, much better than a human. You can get revenge for everything that the doctor took from you, and take so much more from everybody else.”

“What,” Curt said, his voice quivering. “Did Webb ever do to me?”

Yet again, Azkal broke into laughter. It seemed to Adonai that the vampire laughed every other sentence. Once he was finished, Gurlon quickly regained his serious look and continued to whisper.

“Haven’t you ever wondered what happened to your left eye, or your parents?” Azkal asked. He knew what happened to Curt’s parents and eye already. He was, of course, a wealthy businessman, and had access to the hospital records. Curt, however, didn’t have this kind of access.

“Webb didn’t tell me,” Adonai replied, starting to realize what Azkal was saying.

“Webb wanted to use you as a weapon, Curt. He wanted to use you to give himself a boost in life. Once he was finished, he was going to cast you aside like an empty bottle of alcohol. Why do you think he tore out your left eye? It was to make you stronger!”

Curt had a hard time believing this, but couldn’t help but feel that there was some truth in the vampire’s words. His sadness at becoming an animal was replaced with hatred. Hatred for the doctor that wanted to use him as a toy, hatred for the doctor that had made a point of not telling him why he had no left eye.

“Let me go Azkal,” he said, his voice taking on a darker tone. “I have some business to take care of. After that, I’d like you to teach me everything there is to know.”

Azkal stepped back, a broad smile stretching across his face. Now he had his apprentice. He watched Curt leave the mansion before going outside for a cigar. It was nighttime now, perfect for Adonai. The Class A vampire sat with a cigar and awaited his apprentice’s return.

That night Webb’s house burned down. The doctor’s corpse had multiple broken bones and two small marks on his neck. From then on Curt was known as Cain, Azkal’s vampiric apprentice. The two would go on to figure behind the scenes in many world events, helping shape it into the way it is today.

Summer, 2006…

“Cain,” Azkal said. He waited until his apprentice finished feasting on the Class D vampire before continuing. “I hate to interrupt, but we have a plane to catch. The council meeting is in just a few hours, and we can’t afford to be late. All the major players in the vampire world will be there!”

“Will Hitomi be there?” Cain asked, wiping his mouth off on his victim’s jacket. “If she isn’t, I’m not even going to bother going. Everybody knows that there hasn’t been a successful vampiric government since the time of Draculae, and there never will be.”

“Hitomi?” Azkal replied, stroking back his curly black hair. “You mean your little girlfriend? Of course she’ll be there! Her master, Vlad, will be there, so it’s likely she’ll be there as well.”

Azkal didn’t know much about Hitomi aside from the fact that she was a Japanese Class D vampire that Cain met during the Beer Hall Putsch back in 1925. Of course, they couldn’t stay together very long. Vlad mainly stayed in America, and Azkal made his base of operations in Europe.

Since the Beer Hall Putsch, Gurlon and Adonai had remained in Germany to oversee Hitler’s Reich, however short it was. Once that was over with Azkal moved his base from England to Moscow, and that was where the two had remained for a few decades.

Over that time Hitomi and Cain kept in contact via letters, though they did see each other during council meetings, which occurred once every decade. Every time they saw one another they spent the majority of their time alone, something that annoyed Vlad but at the same time amused Azkal.

“Alright,” Cain said, waking his master from his thoughts. “I have to take one quick detour before we go there. I have to get a present for Hitomi.”

Azkal silently watched as Adonai stepped over the Class D vampire’s corpse and made his way out the front door. “Young love,” he thought. Gurlon waited until he heard distant sirens before making his way out the same way Cain did, though he ‘accidentally’ stepped on the corpse’s head on his way out.

~

“How much for that one?” Cain asked, pointing at a twenty-four carrot gold ring. It had an emerald stone firmly set in the middle, with tiny diamonds of various sizes sprinkled around it. Obviously, this was an expensive ring. Cain didn’t care though. If he couldn’t afford it, he’d just take it.

“Well,” the shopkeeper replied, rubbing his stubble with one hand, his other hand resting on the display case. “I know you and Mr. Gurlon are buddies, and I know you have a plane to catch, so I’ll just send him the bill.”

Cain, eye’s beaming, thanked the jeweler and sprinted out of the store with the ring in his pocket. He couldn’t wait any longer. At the meeting he’d finally ask for his love’s hand in marriage, and be with her for the rest of his life.

The thought of pissing of Vlad and pleasing Azkal wasn’t too bad of a bonus either…

~

“Hello Mr. Gurlon, Mr. Adonai,” Gordon, the vampire representative of Ireland, said. He shook the Class A and Class S vampires’ hands in turn before moving on to the other guests. Kunichiro and Lee, Class C vampires from China and Australia, were already seated at the oval table.

The vampires from Africa, Valof and Aruz, were speaking with Gordon’s apprentice, Hans. Neither Azkal nor Cain wanted to speak with the African aristocrats, so they both headed straight to the oval table. Gurlon took his usual seat and Cain stood behind him, as it was customary for the apprentices to stand behind their masters.

“Come on,” Cain thought, anxiously tapping his foot. Only after the meeting was over would he be able to speak with Hitomi in private, and the meeting wouldn’t start until Vlad arrived. The Class S vampire nearly jumped out of his skin at the booming voice that erupted from the entrance.

“I thank you all for coming. I have something of great importance to tell you all about, and I’m sure you’ll all enjoy it!” Vlad was finally here. The bald Class B vampire strode past Cain on his way to his seat, followed by Hitomi. Cain and Hitomi shared a brief glance before returning to their respective master’s sides.

Vlad waited until everybody was seated before continuing. “Now then,” he said, his beady little eyes sweeping across those present. “If everybody is about ready, the meeting is about to start.”

Cain watched with mild interest as Hitomi handed the short vampire a massive brief case, nearly crushing him with it. Vlad heaved the gigantic object onto the table, causing wines of distress to erupt from its legs. Adonai almost chuckled at the thought of how embarrassed Vlad would be if the table crippled under the case’s weight.

“These,” the Class B vampire said, wiping his brow with an egg white handkerchief. “Are the blueprints of a project that I worked on with a mister Aleister Crowley a few decades back. Unfortunately, the project was on hiatus for a number of years after Crowly dropped out from planning.”

“It is known as Project Darklight,” he continued, stuffing the handkerchief into his breast pocket. “Darklight is the world’s only working teleportation device, though it isn’t without its problems. It can only teleport inanimate objects, though it will also teleport anything inside said object, and we have no way of finding where the objects turn up.”

“With the council’s approval I’d like funding to continue the project. Once finished we’ll be able to teleport vast amounts of human corpses to the starving vampires of the Arctic Circle, and there’s no limit to the machine’s usefulness during war time.”

Azkal suddenly spoke up, interrupting Vlad. “The only one who knew how to finish this project was Aleister Crowley, and maybe Victor Frankenstein. Seeing as they are both dead now, there’s no way to perfect the machine. Even if we could, it would cost an endless amount of money and cripple the economies of several countries.”

“Since when have you cared about human economy?” Gordon piped out. The next several minutes were a blur of arguing and spitting, during which time Cain and Hitomi did nothing but watch one another. When all the arguing was finally over a brief recess was called.

“Azkal,” Cain whispered into his master’s ear. “Could Hitomi and I skip out on the rest of the meeting? I need to give her my present, and this isn’t exactly the best place to do it. Besides, Vlad is too busy arguing to notice if Hitomi slips out.”

“Fine,” Gurlon replied, taking a sip of his canteen. Cain motioned for Hitomi to follow him, and the two quickly left the meeting room, stepping over the corpse that used to be Gordon…

~

Cain and Hitomi stopped at the park and sat together on a bench, watching the moonlight glittering off of Lake Cadillac. It felt good to get away from the meeting hall. All that happened there was endless arguing, and nothing was ever done about it. It was better to just enjoy the view of the lake.

“Hitomi,” Cain said, drawing the mossy green eyes of his love. “We’ve known eachother for about seventy years now, right? I mean, it’s not that long of a time, but it’s long enough to know how you feel about someone.”

Adonai suddenly rose from the bench, turned, and knelt before Hitomi, producing the ring he’d gotten back in Moscow. His love’s eyes widened and she tried to form words, failing in the attempt. Finally, tears welling in her eyes, Hitomi smiled and replied, “Of course!”

Cain, tears appearing in his eye as well, rose and embraced his love. Time stopped for them, letting them enjoy the other. Ever since they’d met back in the Beer Hall Putsch Cain had been waiting for this moment, and it was finally here.

After a minute or two of this embrace the two broke off from one another, only to close in again for a long and meaningful kiss. Cain didn’t want this moment to end. He was there with his lover, enjoying the best moment in either vampire’s lives.

Unfortunately such a moment couldn’t last forever. The meeting was due to be finished soon, and their masters would come looking for them. Cain and Hitomi broke away from eachother again and strode down the street back to the meeting place, hand in hand.

~
The wedding day was upon them. Hitomi was dressed in the usual frilly white bride’s dress, and Cain wore the best tuxedo money could buy. They’d both invited several of their friends and, in Hitomi’s case, family to the wedding.

Also attending were Azkal and Vlad, both of whom had much different opinions on the wedding. Gurlon was, to say the least, pleased. Vlad, on the other hand, hated the whole idea. He was a bigot, believing that different classes of vampire shouldn’t mate.

Seeing as Cain was a Class S vampire and Hitomi was a Class D, it was no wonder that Vlad disapproved. Cain and Hitomi, however, didn’t care. They loved eachother and it didn’t matter what class of vampire they were.

It wouldn’t be long before the two took their vows and became Mister and Misses Adonai. Of course, the bride had to go to the bathroom. She’d spent the last few nights feeding quite a bit, worried about the wedding.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered in Cain’s ear. “I have to go to the bathroom first, ‘kay?”

Cain nodded and watched his fiancé as she scurried off to the bathroom. The poor man had no clue that this would be the last time he saw her alive. A lycanthrope extremist, who disagreed with the result of a recent vampire on werewolf scuffle, was waiting.

He’d heard that two major players in the vampire community were getting married that night, in that church, and decided that killing one of them would be a nice blow. He knew, of course, that he was no match for a Class S vampire. That’s why he waited in the ladies room for the Class D bride.

Hitomi hurried into the women’s bathroom, unaware of the danger lurking in a nearby stall. All she could think about was how much she had to pee and how she shouldn’t have fed so much the preceding week. She opened the nearest stall, finding a nasty surprise hunched over inside.

Before she could even scream, the lycanthrope’s claw was clamped over her mouth. She was so frightened that she urinated herself. If she weren’t about to die she would have been embarrassed about the fact that there was now a yellow stain on her wedding dress.

Hitomi attempted to fight back, scratching at it with her hands and kicking it with her feet. The monster grabbed one hand and snapped it backward, causing a stream of tears to flow from the vampire’s eyes. Not wanting to risk a run-in with the groom, the beast made it quick, but by no means painless.

~

“Somebody help! Hitomi’s dead!”

Cain watched, dumbstruck, as Hitomi’s sister came running out of the bathroom. She’d gone in seconds ago to check on Hitomi seeing as it’d been ten minutes since she went to the bathroom, and was now running around the church screaming and crying.

Once Adonai noticed Azkal and several others heading for the women’s bathroom, he snapped out of his stupor and followed suit. If he’d known what he’d find in that bathroom he would have stayed away. He would have stayed away and let his final memory be of her in her wedding dress, heading for the bathroom.

Not her torn open, with her guts smeared against the walls and a note nailed to her forehead. The instant he saw her Cain collapsed, overcome with emotion. One minute she was alive, cheerful and happy in her cute little wedding dress. The next she was a bloody mess strewn about the bathroom.

Trembling, Adonai pulled the note off of Hitomi’s head and read it through teary eyes.

If you’re reading this, that means that the little vampire is dead. Don’t worry, I made the last few seconds of her life as pleasurable as possible… for me that is. Anyway, this is a warning to you vampire scum: You’re not as high and mighty as you believe yourselves to be, and don’t think your little ‘victory’ a few months back proves otherwise.

Cain dropped the letter and sobbed. While doing so he managed to get a whiff of the air, pinpointing the scent of a werewolf alpha male. A werewolf had indeed done this. A werewolf had raped and killed his wife over a stupid quarrel that the so called ‘vamprie government’ had with the lycanthropes.

For the next few days Adonai was inconsolable, spending all his time alone, mourning the death of his love. He spent his time lying in bed with a picture of Hitomi, attempting to relive the happy times they had together. They would no longer have those happy times.

~

Three Months Later…

“Get in,” Cain said to the Japanese woman. The prostitute got into the passenger’s seat of his sports car, and he drove her to his hotel room. Every time he looked at her he saw Hitomi’s face, the main reason he’d picked up the prostitute.

The two made their way up the twenty flights of stairs to Cain’s room, speaking very little on the way up. Cain was trying to relive his time with Hitomi, even if he wouldn’t admit it. For the past week he kept picking up Japanese prostitutes and, after spending a night with them, feeding on them.

It was a vicious and disgusting cycle but it was the closest he’d ever get to having Hitomi back. He didn’t care if the vampire community shunned him for it. Cain didn’t even care if it caused distasteful looks from Azkal.

That night went on like the last few. He got in bed with the prostitute, pretended she was Hitomi, was overcome with grief afterwards, and killed the hooker. This time, however, was different.

After killing and feeding on the prostitute, tears flowing from his eyes as always, Cain smelled something odd. Something familiar was nearby, a scent that he hadn’t smelled since that horrible day three months ago. Adonai went straight to his open window, the smell getting stronger.

Without a moment’s hesitation he leapt out. Cain fell several stories before landing on his hands and knees, skinning them. Ignoring his less than graceful landing he sprinted down the alleyway. The smell was getting stronger.

Step by step he got closer and closer to the smell, his anger intensifying the more the smell reached his nasal cavity. The very bastard that had killed his wife was nearby. The creature that tore away Cain’s source of happiness, and it was just down the alleyway.

Cain rounded the corner and found himself staring at an odd sight. There was indeed a werewolf, and it was slaughtering a family of three for sustenance. It tore off the father’s head and cleaved the mother in two with its gigantic claws.

The creature then turned to a scared little girl, the daughter. Her sundress was soaked in the blood of her parents, and her straight black hair was matted to her head. The werewolf took a menacing step towards her, then another. Then- Thwap!

“Come here you damn mutt!” Cain yelled, using the Wirevein technique a second time. The second strike ripped open a gash just underneath the eight-foot behemoth’s left eye, angering the beast. The werewolf turned, growling, to face his opponent.

The scent was stronger than ever now. Cain was one hundred percent positive that the creature he was facing down truly was the beast that killed his wife. Scowling, Adonai formed a blade above his wrist from the iron in his blood.

Having just fed, Cain’s blood had more iron than usual. His blade would be strong enough, and sharp enough, to cleave that mangy animal’s head in two. The one-eyed vampire spread out his feet until they were shoulder length apart, anticipating a charge.

Just as he had predicted, the werewolf knocked the little girl into the outer wall of a nearby building and lunged at the vampire. The entire left side of its face was soaked in blood, and Cain could see bone underneath. It slobbered and snarled, unable to form legible words in his current state of mind.

The werewolf stopped mid-charge and swung its enormous claw in an attempt to rip the vampire’s head off. Cain ducked under the blow and swiped at the monster’s legs with his blade, severing them at the knee. The animal collapsed onto the pavement, leaving a rather large dent.

Growling and snarling, it attempted to stand, succeeding only in rolling onto its back. The beast found Cain standing over it, blade pointed at its throat. “Play dead,” were the last words it heard before Adonai punctured its windpipe.

Cain, still scowling, tore his blade from the monster’s throat. Not quite feeling satisfied, he drove the blade into the beast’s chest and pulled it downward, cleaving a bloody trail from its chest to its groin. Once that was over with he began to chop at the monster randomly, angrily growling every time his blade made contact.

He’d killed the monster that killed his wife, but did that make him feel better? Of course not! His wife was still dead, his life ruined, and that ass Vlad was feeling good about the whole thing! Killing the lycanthrope didn’t make him feel better, but he knew what just might ease his pain a tiny bit.

Before doing so he hurried to check on the werewolf’s latest victims. If any of them were bitten or scratched and managed to survive then there’d be more of those damn animals around. What he found quickly put a stop to that worry.

As he’d expected, the mother and father were in far too many pieces to survive. That left the little girl, and he knew that she hadn’t been bitten. Even so, he decided to check on the girl anyway, finding her sitting against the nearest wall.

The girl was, as before, coated in blood. She had her head against her knees, and her arms wrapped around them, holding them tight. She stared at Cain with deep green eyes, ones that reminded him of Hitomi.

“H-Help me,” she stammered, tears flowing freely down her face. “Please, it hurts…”

As she said this Cain noticed a puddle of blood beginning to form under the little girl, coming from under her sundress. Apparently the werewolf’s blow shattered several ribs, forcing them to jab through the girl’s flesh. It was a painful way to die.

Feeling sorry for the girl, probably because she reminded him so much of his late wife, Adonai lifted the girl up and gently snapped her neck, killing her instantly and ending the pain. Now that that was over with, he had other business to attend to…

~

“Hold my calls Grant,” Vlad said, making his way past his secretary, on the way to the elevator. Cain called him just a few minutes earlier sounding hysterical. Apparently he’d killed the werewolf that murdered Hitomi.

If word of the death got to the council Cain would be expelled. Unless the council announces a true time of war, violence between lycanthropes and vampires was absolutely forbidden. It was a crime punishable by death, or worse.

The news came as a welcome surprise to Vlad. The Class B vampire could crush Azkal morally by taking out his support. With Cain out of the way the fields would tip in Vlad’s favor. Soon he’d be able to oust his Class A rival.

He smiled at the thought of being rid of Azkal. He was the only real opposition to the Darklight project. Without Gurlon the experiment would be funded by the council itself, quadrupling the speed at which it would be perfected.

Vlad chuckled and pressed the button, summoning his ride to the world below. He was so happy with himself that he didn’t even notice his security chief coming up behind him. The burly man got his boss’s attention via tapping him on the shoulder.

“Sir,” he said, his voice quivering. “Just a few minutes ago we captured images of several vampires making their way up here without clearance. I sent a few members of security to turn them back, and they responded by killing the security officers. We have to evacuate the building.”

Vlad was about to reply when the elevator opened, carrying a blood soaked figure wielding a Smith & Wesson revolver, aimed right for the security chief’s heart. The poor man didn’t stand a chance. The hammer was cocked when the door opened, and tripped less than a second after the door opened.

The security chief fell to the floor with a heavy thud and splatter, sending droplets sailing onto Vlad’s business suit. The Class B vampire stared at his security chief’s corpse and let out a long and low moan. After tearing his gaze from his employee’s corpse he shifted his gaze towards his attacker.

“Vlad,” the attacker said, casually cocking the hammer on his firearm. “It’s been three months since we last met in person. How have you been? Find a new apprentice to replace Hitomi?”

He fired one shot straight into Vlad’s head, blowing it in half with a silver bullet. The Class B vampire collapsed in a bloody heap, sending more blood splashing than the security chief had. His killer knelt down and picked up a chunk of what used to be Vlad’s head.

“Well,” Cain said, grinning. “I always thought I’d get Class B DNA sometime or another. I didn’t think it’d be from you though.”

At this Adonai tipped the piece of flesh as if in toast, after which he voraciously bit into and started sucking on the piece of meat. He took time to enjoy the taste of Vlad’s blood, for it was a big victory, and a victory should be savored.

He’d attained Class B DNA, making him much more powerful, as well as killing an enemy and having a fun time taking out a massive amount of humans, a victory indeed. There was only one thing left to do: Cover his tracks.

Adonai’s strike team suddenly filed in from the stairs, standing at attention before their boss. They’d been little more than a diversion, though they did help a little more by placing bombs at key structural points from the first floor up.

“Dismissed,” Cain said, getting one last lick of blood from the piece of flesh.

Life went on as usual after that. Cain stopped moping about Hitomi’s death, and the Darklight project was, apparently, discontinued. Adonai changed his training regimen to include Class B techniques, claiming that he’d achieved the DNA from a homeless vampire.

It was around this time that he developed and perfected the Shadow Dance technique, as well as building his won office building in Detroit, from which he oversaw vampire immigration. Azkal went back to Europe to keep an eye on the vampires there, and everything settled down.

For now that is…

~

2007

“Cain, you’ve got a phone call. It’s about Azkal.”

Cain dismissed his secretary with a slight nod of his head and quickly finished his report on Mexico-Texas vampire/human ratios, and picked up the phone. On the other end was a voice he hadn’t heard in a while, that of the vampire politician Lee.

“Adonai,” he said, sadness evident in his voice. “Azkal’s been assassinated. We managed to capture an accomplice of the one who performed the deed, and are interrogating him as we speak. How long before you can be in West Chester, New York?”

“Not that long,” Cain replied, looking at the phone as if it were possessed. “Make sure he, or she, or whoever doesn’t die before I get there. I want to do the honors.”

Adonai slammed his phone down, smashing the receiver and leaving a massive dent in his desk. How could somebody like Azkal be killed? Although he was sad about the death of his mentor, Cain couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of taking his seat on the council, even if the council had no real power.

“Sherry, book me on the next flight to West Chester!” he shouted.

~

West Chester, New York

Cain walked into the warehouse to find that the prisoner was surrounded by vampires, all of whom were torturing him with various objects. One vampire was flipping his nails off with a scalpel, one was breaking random bones, and another was punching him at random times.

Adonai walked over to them and waved the others away so that he may be alone with the man. He looked down on him with contempt. Just another stupid human thinking he could make a difference in the world by attempting to control the vampire population.

“Who are you working with?” Cain asked, standing just off to the side of the man.

“You can **** off you blood sucking freak!” the blonde man yelled, getting a punch to the face as a result. He sat tied to a metal chair via straps of leather. A table was situated nearby, covered in various tools for torture, all of them rusty and caked in blood.

“I’ll ask you again,” Cain replied. He’d gotten there about ten minutes earlier and dismissed those who were already torturing the man, easily taking their place. “Who are you working with? This is my last warning. If you don’t answer me I’m going to kill you, regardless of anything those other vampires said.”

“This is the last time I’m going to say this,” the man replied, attempting to look at Cain through his bruised and swelling eye. “Go **** yourself!”

Adonai, scowling the whole time, drew a meat hook from the table and plunged it into the man’s stomach. As soon as it sunk in and grabbed multiple intestines and organs, Cain ripped it out, creating a massive mess and killing the man instantly.

Honestly, he didn’t care too much about who killed Azkal. Hitomi’s death and the slaying of the werewolf that killed her taught Cain that killing the murderer didn’t help one bit. If anything, it made things worse. At least when the murderer was alive he could imagine them suffering.

Suddenly hearing the song, “Getting Away With Murder” coming from his pocket, Cain wiped off his hands and pulled out his cell phone. He waited for a moment to listen to the song, one of his personal favorites, before flipping open and answering the phone.

“This is Cain here.”

“Listen Cain,” the voice, belonging to Kunichiro, said. “We need you in the Arks Maim motel, just off I-75. The council’s already here for Azkal’s funeral, so now would be the best time to induct you as his replacement.”

“Alright, I’ll be right there.”

Adonai shut his phone and took one last look at the corpse before exiting the warehouse and heading for his car. The Arks Maim motel was just a few miles away, a fairly short ride from his current location. He had no clue that he was walking right into a trap.

~

“Cain’s a special kind of vampire everyone,” Kunichiro said, Lee and the others eagerly listening. “He can’t be killed by silver or garlic. However, he can be killed, albeit temporarily, via a hawthorn stake through the heart, after which he is to be decapitated and a loaf of garlic placed in his mouth. The garlic prevents him from simply generating a new body, or attaching his head to the rest of his old body.”

“Now then,” Kunichiro continued. “We’ve set up a tomb in which to place Adonai and all of his belongings, along with any records that he ever existed aside from live witnesses. In essence, we’ll be erasing him from history.”

“And,” piped in another voice, this one dry as sandpaper, coming in from the shadows. “We’ll use Darklight on the tomb itself, sending him to God knows where.”

“Isn’t this a bit much just to get rid of Cain?” Lee asked. It was true, this was going a bit far. They’d hired a professional vampire hunter to kill Azkal, thus luring Adonai into their clutches. Now they were using Darklight to dispose of Cain’s remains.

“Do you know,” Kunichiro stated, glaring at Lee. “What could happen if Cain lives? Remember Draculae? He was a Class S vampire too, and he single handedly created a vampiric empire. Imagine what Cain could do!”

Lee nodded, now seeing the reason why they were going to such great lengths to be rid of Cain. Of course, they wouldn’t have even considered Adonai’s dangerousness if it hadn’t been for their informant, the one in the shadows.

Vlad had barely survived Cain’s attack on him, going into a coma for quite some time. The damage was so extensive that he couldn’t even regenerate it all, and was horribly disfigured. Immediately after waking up he told the council about Adonai, and the decision was made to eliminate him.

The entrance opened and Kunichiro exclaimed, “Ah, speak of the devil!”

The council, as well as several vampire security guards instantly set upon Cain. He managed to fend of several of them with his Armblade, but was staked through the heart before he even had a chance to escape via his mist form.

His Class B enemy, Vlad, stepped forward with a broadsword to do the honors. With one quick swing he decapitated the Class S vampire, after which he carefully placed a loaf of garlic inside his mouth. The sight of life leaving Cain’s eye delighted him.

Kunichiro ordered Operation: Basilisk to be put into high gear immediately. All of Cain’s personal belongings, as well as any records proving his existence were destroyed, and Adonai’s body placed inside of a medium sized tomb, about the size of a modern day restroom.

For the final tip of the hat Vlad had Darklight used on the tomb itself, teleporting it to God knows where. He oversaw the teleportation himself, chuckling as his enemy’s tomb disappeared in a flash of red light. Of course, he had no idea that the teleportation process was unstable.

His technicians had warned him earlier that Darklight may continue to teleport its target long after its initial use, randomly tossing it from place to place, time to time, all at random intervals. That meant that there was a chance Adonai could return, however slim it was.

Vlad paid no attention to this, and forgot all about it within a few days. He had no clue that not paying attention to that warning was what could eventually lead to his demise…

~

Journal entry 23,

Today we finally opened the tomb and exhumed the remains of what appears to be an abnormal humanoid. Sadly, I caused something to fall out of its decapitated head whilst turning it over. I’m not sure what fell out, but I don’t really care at the moment. I’m just too tired…

Anyway, Jerry put the head back on its body just for the heck of it, and screwed it up even more by taking that thing from its chest. He seems to think that the body itself will be worth less to a museum than that stupid piece of wood.

Journal Entry 24,

Gah, I work with incompetent fools! How does one manage to lose a corpse? Neither of my coworkers will admit to moving the body, but its missing from where we originally placed it. The thing couldn’t have gotten up and walked off on its own, could it?

The notes stopped there, with the beginnings of Entry 25 stained in blood…


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