You drop your weapon, smiling grimly at the man. He moves forward, as more of his squad mates move into the room, sweeping their guns around it as they enter. The soldier in front of you kicks your gun away, before motioning to someone down the tunnel.


"We're clear, we're clear, move in!" he shouts.


The squad disappears off down the tunnel, leaving only two members guarding the way they came in. Then, a figure like a shadow enters the room.


A tall, gaunt man, wear a black suit, black tie and bowler hat walks into the room. His pallor is unnaturally pale, his eyes cold and icy. He smiles at you as he enters, a polite smile with a small pair of fangs becoming clear when he does.


"Mr Matasan, I presume?" he asks, extending his long arm to you.


You grab it, shaking his hand weakly. 


"A pleasure, Mr Gaange."


Mr Gaange sniffs, pulling a disgusted look.


"You'll have to forgive my lack of manners, Mr Matasan, but by god, you smell terrible! Your blood reeks with the bestial stink of Fenrir."


You nod, motioning to the scabbed mess that shows your werewolf bite.


"Aah... unfortunate," Mr Gaange pauses. "I suppose in turning you I'll need to be draining you of your wolf blood before this conversion can take place. Are you ready to join the long night?"


"You can still convert me?" you say, frowning.


"Of course," the Vampire smiles. 


You nod, unsure how you feel about that, before nodding.


"Let's do it," you nod grimly.


Mr Gaange offers you his hand, and you take it. He lowers down, raising your wrist to his fanged mouth. Then, he bites down, two fangs disappearing into your arm with an slight stabbing pain. The vampire begins to suck, as you can feel your arm go weak, then your body, then your entire essence, your blood being drained from your body. You go woozy, eyes fluttering, before you find a new feeling in your body. A new, unholy strength of darkness building in your core. You groan, as your body grows cold, the warmth and energy drained from it, but replaced with something darker.


Moments later, the new you emerges as Mr Gaange pulls his mouth away, dabbing his face with a napkin. You look down to your wrist, two puncture holes in your skin, but no blood trickles out, for none remains.


Your body is cold, your skin pale. You feel your teeth twist in your jaw, a pair of fangs emerging down, but compared to the transformations of the night, it's heaven. Instead of endless burning pain, you just feel numb and cold. However, you feel a newfound power in you. A strength you've never felt before. You smile, nodding your head slowly. 


"Yes... this feels good," you smile. "I feel powerful."


"Good. You take to it well, little one."


You frown realizing how parched your throat is. The beast within you is dead, but your stomach is empty. You don't want food, though. The desperate desire to fill your stomach with flesh is gone. However... you thirst. Terribly so. A deep thirst runs through your body. 


"The thirst will be dealt with soon, don't worry," Mr Gaange smiles. "Sergeant Lund, have one of the captured wolf worshippers brought to me."


The sergeant nods, before saying something in Norwegian into his walkie-talkie. Mere moments later, two of the black-clad soldiers arrive in, dragging a bare-chested, heavily tattooed man with long hair and covered with scars; one of the wolf servants from earlier. He's handcuffed and gagged, but snarls and fights with every step.


"Target here, sir!" one says, bowing his head slightly.


"Offer him to my new associate, if you please, gentlemen. He's growing thirsty," Mr Gaange says.


The two soldiers nod, moving the prisoner in front of you. They grab his head, pulling it aside to reveal his bare neck.


"Enjoy the meal, my good man," Mr Gaange says, grinning. 


With that, you're unable to resist the thirst, feeling so desperate for a think that you'll do anything. You dart your head forward, sinking your fangs into the man with predatory instinct. The man screams into his gag as his artery bursts, as you press your mouth up against the wound and begin to drain him of his blood. You gulp down the blood as quickly as you can, the warm blood filling you and sating your thirst as you sigh in joy. You drink for as long as you can, each gulp bringing you strength and power. Eventually, you pull your head back, your mouth covered with blood as you smile, filled with strength once more. The two soldiers lift the drained corpse onto their shoulders, looking to Mr Gaange.


"Thank you, gentlemen, thank you," Mr Gaange smiles.


You drop to your knees once more, feeling truly powerful and in control, and full. Strength ebbs through your body, as you grin from ear to ear, power filling your very core.


You look up at Mr Gaange, as he offers you his hand.


"Take my hand, Mr Matasan. Tonight, your new life begins."


You feel the power course through your veins, wondering if you could strike and take him down. You'd be breaking your deal, but you have the element of surprise.

You strike with your newfound power!

You take a deep breath, focusing on the feeling of your power in your chest, building it through your body before striking. You stab with your sharpened claws, jabbing them for his neck with a snarl. Mr Gaange sidesteps your strike, letting the nail fly past you as he grabs your wrist. He twists your arm around, sending you to your knees as you howl out in pain. Mr Gaange slams you forward, knocking your head into the ground with a thud. 


Mr Gaange drops down, keeping an unnaturally strong grip on your neck as he smashes your head into the ground again, and again, and again, as your nose breaks, blood spurting out onto the ground as your mind quickly goes dark.

The Darkness consumes you

The Black Coffin


Your hazy mind regains conscious, as you find yourself breathing heavily. There's a throbbing pain in your head as you groan, wondering where you are. Your eyes can see nothing but endless darkness, the rest of your senses just as dull. You reach out into the darkness, finding your fingers brushing against cold metal. You knock your hands against them, trying to move, finding yourself stuck by six tight metal walls.


A light flickers on, as you find yourself staring at a TV screen. The screen depicts the smiling face of Mr Gaange, who is sitting in an armchair in front of a roaring fire. A whiskey glass, filled with dark, crimson liquid, sits in his hands, his face a dim smile.


"Hell, Mr Matasan. It seems that you've betrayed me. I offered you the world, and you accepted. Then, you betrayed me seconds after our agreement. Mere... seconds. Do you remember?"


"Fuck you!" you growl, struggling against the iron coffin.


"And you had such politeness not too long ago," Mr Gaange sighs. "I'm watching you through a camera in this monitor, in case you were wondering. I'll be watching you, and I will have a delightful time doing so. You see, there are two interesting facts about vampires. The first is that we are immortal. Age cannot take us. Disease cannot take us. Starvation cannot take us. The only way we can die is through sunlight, and through being killed by stake, bullet, knife or whatever method. The second thing is that vampires need to drink blood to survive with their sanity intact. Without it, they grow thirsty. At first, simply a dry throat. Then, a deep thirst. A predatory need to feed. And it gets worse, and worse, and worse. Imagine lying in the hottest, driest desert in the world, without the chance to drop to drink. Imagine lying there, desperate, so maddened by thirst you'd do anything for a drop of water... for minutes... hours... days... weeks... months... years... decades... centuries..."


The man laughs deeply. 


"Hard to imagine? Don't worry. There's no need to. You'll understand that pain soon. Here you are, buried in an iron coffin trapped deep underground. Down there, you are incapable of finding a way out. You are trapped. You are never going to escape. And I am going to watch as the thirst grows... as sanity and loneliness set in and tear your soul to shreds... as you suffer for betraying my generous offer. Good night, Mr Matasan."


The screen flicks off, and you scream as you're consumed by total darkness. You scream, and scream, and scream, howling at the darkness, begging and pleading for mercy, pounding at the coffin as the thirst in your soul grows, as you become more and more desperate.


Welcome to eternity.