"My Story" by Blackbelt Clawtooth

I had for sometime been a sculptor, but was being drawn to look into my darker side. I began producing sculptures that were dark, I also discovered that I could produce pictures that were also very dark and sometimes bloodthirsty. I began to attract vampires and other night creatures to the gallery I shared with another, and it was here I was to meet my maker. A powerful king, who was of royal blood. He visited me several times and also sent his daughters to talk with me. He talked of vampires and his life and offered me a title of prince and to be the royal decorator of which I was honored to accept.
Time passed and one day he took me aside and showed me the history of his family. He told me of the battles he had had and took me to the battlefield and said in quiet voice. " This is the killing field and known as the battlefield of blood. For we are the Blood Legion and it would honor me if you was to join our family and become one of us."
I turned to face him and felt his power. I felt no fear as I offered my neck to him and felt the sharp pain of his fangs, as they pierced my flesh. And so my rebirth had begun there on that battlefield of blood I became a vampire.
After a few months he sent for me, and told me that he would be leaving and never returning. I begged him not to leave but he said it was something which had to be. He sent for the rest of the family and I was crowned King of his family. He then left and has never been seen or heard of again.
(This story won 3rd Place in the 1.31.13 Bloodlines Contest "Best Initiation Story" )