Dark clouds rolled in from the east, looming over the small village like an omen of ill portent. The village was silent, seeming a ghost town. But that was usual for the small Romanian village around the time of a full moon, and the superstitious villagers locked themselves into their houses and didn’t venture outside until the sun’s first rays broke the horizon.
A single candle flickered alone in a window, the only sign of life to be seen in a veritable ghost town. No one seemed to notice, or perhaps they didn’t care, that the candle had been burning through the night and shone like a beacon into the darkened streets.
A lone figure sat at a desk, bathed in the flickering light with only the scratching of his quill pen for company. Andrei Kardos sat bending over a parchment, writing as though he could lose his demons in the parchment and thus be free of their torturous whispers. This had become a nightly ritual for Andrei. Over the past few weeks he had shut himself into this rented room and spent his nights writing. There were lines etched onto his strikingly handsome face, and his brow furrowed deeply as he wrote. Lightning flashed through the sky, setting Andrei’s features into sharp relief, and illuminating an odd flame burning in the depths of his eyes. Like the lightning, it lasted only momentarily before Andrei’s attention returned to his parchment. At times, words flowed from his pen as water, but at other times it was as if they were wrenched from the depths of his soul. Utterly disregarding the raging storm outside Andrei wrote…
I have roamed this earth for an eternity. I’ve watched civilizations rise and fall. Throughout the ages I’ve been admired and hunted, revered and accursed. Endless stories have been written of me, some painting me as romantic, a tragic hero, but most have named me monster. In truth, I am neither, and both…
I am Andrei Kardos… I am Vampire…
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