A Random Story (should I continue?)

The Lore of Vidor

I looked down at the forest just beyond the gloom that surrounds my castle. There was a candle lit in my abode though the moon outshined it, casting its ghostly glow onto my pale white skin and the trees below. I could smell the hunter approaching, the third one this evening. Surely they’d found a way to send word back now without even returning to their camps which is a pain for me honestly. 

These pathetic beings I’m easily able to crush under my heel try again and again to defeat me and others like my kind. In the olden days they were able to take us in hoards, but in the olden days one of our own had betrayed us and it was lost in time now just how to kill us. 

I set the body of my last victim down gently on the dark wooden floor I had delicately cleaned last night as I saw the hunter approaching my doorstep. Just like all of the others he wore a green uniform. Surely he was American, I had heard and seen on the screens in down about them traveling to our sacred land to snuff us out for good. 

At least that’s what they said, I’m sure it’s what they thought as well. Yet every meal couldn’t so much as scratch me. 

He pounded on my door and I walked calmly to it, my jet-black hair casting itself over my shoulders as I approached the door and opened it. The poor thing was heavily breathing as if he had been chased here, and he seemed to have been with the deep gashes on his chest. 

“You..” He began but his breathing was labored and he couldn’t drag out his next words. 

“Me?” I asked, my voice smooth like velvet. The man attempted to step closer, but stumbled. 

“You’re the beast of… of..” He tried to speak again but couldn’t get it out, I could smell his blood and see the fear in his eyes as he looked up at me. 

“The beast of Victoria, are you alright?” I asked holding back a scoff. 

Before he could answer he collapsed and I caught him before he hit the ground. 

His blood smelt rich and beckoned me, so I sank my fangs into him. At this rate I’d never run out of food, and I savored this meal more than the last. His blood was more filling and sweet, when I almost drained him dry I relented.

 My hunger had subsided and I knew the other animals who had hunted him so persistently on his path here must want some fruit for their labor so I threw his now pale body out into the forest, I did the same with the man on my table then went to close the door. 

The night air was humid and wind didn’t stir the leaves nor did I smell flesh so I looked out to the bodies below to see a third looming over the more recently deceased soldier. I felt something then, something I still can’t describe it made me curious as to who this was stealing my and the bears, I presumed, kill. 

I approached the being in a black cloak as their white hands and dark nails tore away at the boys skin, goring him efficiently. 

“And who might you be?” My tone was solum as I asked this. 

The figure didn’t startle, it didn’t even seem as if it’d heard me as it continued to rip him apart and stuff his organs down its throat. When it had finished it stood, its body seeming as if it were controlled like a doll with strings. 

That all changed suddenly as the cloak fell from its shoulders and long white hair flowed down a well toned back. He was unclothed and his hair only seemed to lighten more as the energy from the feed worked its way through his system. This vampire, if that’s what he was, must’ve been starving for years to be so desperate for a feed. His body was ridden with scars and he stood about an inch shorter than eye level from me. 

“I am Sorren, you are?” He looked to me expecting a response which I gave without hesitation. 

“Vidor.”