Thread: Me and Rouge - A story to be told

This story is the legend of the great vampire and his countess. The creation, life, and death of one of the greatest vampires known to man. The first. The alpha, the first vampire to ever roam the lands. The story is timeless, the first vampire, a legend none have dared to explore, the story of Xalir, the first vampire elder. But how does one become a vampire? Several legends and stories are passed from generation to generation, from the old myth of drinking blood of the living, having the ability to change a human into a vampire, to the fear of death and dying, reviving a normal human into a blood thirsty monster, but what truly creates a vampire. To understand why vampires exist, the story must first describe what a vampire is. A truly grisly beast with a thirst for blood, a human who is unable to go into the sun lest they burn like wood in a fireplace. A human with fangs, usually extendable, and the ability to move extremely fast, as well as immortality to aging. All of these things make up a vampire, so, what then created the first. We all know the legends, a vampire bites a mortal, shares their blood, then creates a new vampire, but that begs the same question, where did the vampire virus come from? Some believe bats, others believe some strange disease, but Xalir is here to tell you that real vampires, like him, they are born. And so begins the story of Xalir, a young welsh boy, raised on cabbage and beef. He was human, once. Like any child, he had dreams. His dream wasn't to become a hero, oh no, it was to become the worst thing he could imagine. A killer, a famous murderer. A serial killer, possibly... A rapist... or an artist, that paints with only crimson paint. The little boy had a rough childhood, from a father that taught him torture was normal, to a mother who taught him that being a whore was acceptable. He learned a lot of things growing up, and none of them good. He learned that if you pushed your thumbs into a rabbits eyes, they would pop out and hang, he also learned that a birds head would pop off if you twisted hard enough. Fucked up? Maybe. To the normal human he was pretty screwed in the head, but not to little Xalir. Xalir was in his own world, of blood and torture, when his father in a drunken rage came into his room. After hearing of the boy's condition, the man sought to end the boys life. He broke a beer bottle at the bottom of the stairs before climbing them to his sons room. Xalir, come down here, I wish to speak with you boy... Coo'd his father. A voice talked to him from the shadows. Kill him... drink from his corpse... then devour his heart... gain a new life... Whatever it was was gone soon after, Xalir felt... different, changed. But he didn't know how. The boy didn't believe in magic, and he wouldn't come out for his father either. Xalir was smarter than that. He grabbed a belt and hid behind the door. As his father came in the boy slammed the door shut and jumped on the back of the man he had been forced to call his father, wrapping the belt tightly around his neck. He squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed some more until he was laughing, the man was writhing on the floor, thrashing about. That's when he did it, he grabbed the bottle and sliced his father's throat. Unlike a regular child, he was enthralled by the mess he created, enough that he got a taste. That started his obsession with blood. He didn't stop there, an hour later his mother called him down to dinner and he joined her, eagerly walking in and hugging her. Love you mommy. he said, wrapping his bloodied hands around his mother's laced up leg. She looked down at him a little too late as he used a piece of the broken glass from the bottle to slice into the vein of her leg, hemorrhaging the artery and sending her screaming form crashing to the ground. Her screams bothered him and he stood up grabbing the pot of water from the stove, and poured it over her face, grinning as he watched the skin bubbling away from the boiling liquid. He even poured it into her mouth, and eyes. All with a smile. Good night mommy. he said smirking. He was 10 and already his dream was coming true! He saw the blood and couldn't' help but lean over, drinking it down. It fueled him in a way no other could, a way that only he knew. Over the course of the next week he sustained himself on the blood and meat of his family, the blood giving him more and more energy than he could get from food. He stopped going outside and remained inside plotting his next killing. Family by family he moved through the town, for 15 more years until his 25th birthday. This day was a very interesting day, the day everything changed. On his way to a house he was ambushed and thrown to the ground. He was young, and his strength was unrivaled. He hissed at whatever knocked him over, unable to see it in the dark. The creature was huge, standing on two feet and it made a sickening crunch as it bit into Xalirs leg. He screamed as the bite boiled his skin as if it had just been set on fire. He yanked his leg back and lunged for the creature, ripping into it with a feral bite, ripping open it's neck. The blood from the creature soon flooded his mouth and he was consumed by power greater than he had ever known, so much power from one source. He suddenly felt his body changing, his fangs grew longer, his nails sharpened, and his eyes turned gold unknown to him. He jumped and found himself high up in the tree tops. Over the course of the next couple of days he started to learn his new power, several people came to kill him, none succeeded. he eventually got tired of being the only one in on this little... fun. He started reading papers and learned of a girl that seemed to be just as crazy as he was. By now, everyone and their mother was scared of Xalir, he was 25 and already the worst feared monster known to man. Word traveled fast that he was who he was, so it was even hopping around countries. This didn't bother him as he got on a boat and took a trip to meet this woman that supposedly bathed in blood for her own longevity, what a vain and disgustingly sexy thing to do. He could show her longevity. By this time he didn't know that he was becoming so powerful that nothing could kill him, it wasn't until he snuck into a home and was attacked with a knife to the throat and his chest that he realized he was immortal now. Between what he did and knew, and how he became immortal, he did not know, in fact, he didn't know anything really about what he was or why, but he did know he had to meet this woman. Red hair and beautiful emerald eyes, he had to have her, to eat her, to force her into being his little pet... Then at least he would have another person to play with, right? At least until he broke her like everyone else. It came time to act when he moved into her home, where she was said to be. No one knew it was in fact her that did what she did, being an upstanding woman in society, who would suspect her of all people? He would. He could smell the blood. He moved fast, faster than any human was able to move. He walked up to her bedroom, climbing velveteen crimson carpet. A smart choice for one who worked so often with blood. He didn't announce his arrival, walking in as she sat in a tub of freshly harvested sanguin desert. Ah... here is the queen of sanguine herself... He closed the door and leaned on it. His eyes met hers, the emerald clashing with deep, icey blue. So... I meet you at last. He said, stepping out of the shaddows, licking his fangs through a deadly smirk on his lips. Elizabeth... He said, the name dripped from his tongue like a sweet toxin. Either tonight she would die, or she would sate the beast that threatened to burst from his body.