Vladimir
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Vampire › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,272
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Learning
A/N: A short chapter, but I hope the next few will make up for it. Again, this is the bones. When I rewrite it fully, there will be more description. Please review. :)
Chapter 2
It was this strange interaction that had led to my being Solomon’s ward. Looking back now, I know that I was treated more like a cur than a boy in the first few years that I was under Solomon’s care. I could not speak properly, and seemed to do tricks for treats. I was taught slowly to speak and I could understand most of what Solomon asked a year after I had been taken under his care. There were about six of us—sick boys and girls who had been orphaned by the plague—and living with Solomon and the other children helped me to learn to speak much more quickly.
When I could finally speak properly—I must have been eleven or twelve—Solomon taught me to read and gave me books (this was before the invention of the printing press, so to come upon a written book was nearly unheard of unless one is very rich). I learned about history and I learned languages; English, French, and Latin being the firsts as they were what was required for the Aristocracy, which I was now a part of due to Solomon’s influence.
With age, I had changed quickly from the small, crouching child, to a patrician adult male of nineteen. I faced all of my problems head on, and I did not cower. I knew where my next meal was coming from, and I knew what that entitled.
Now, I must stress that Solomon was not completely unselfish in teaching us young ones to read and write and speak and be normal human beings rather than the starving young children that we had been before. He fed us and we fed him. When I was young, I did not care what he was doing, as long as I got some bread and—to my greatest pleasure only a few days after being with Solomon—meat. When I grew up, he stopped using me in that way, so I did not think any more on it, until I would have to.
This may sound worse than it is, but as I have already told the reader, I am now just over seven hundred years of age, and there are only a few ways in which that could come about. In my case, it is vampirism that causes me to never age and stay perfectly embalmed in my twenty-two year old state. There was not a definite name for this at the time—we were not known as vampires, as we are now—and really, we were not well known. Bram Stoker’s famous novel which brought us into a terrifying light was not written until hundreds of years after this.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
Chapter 2
It was this strange interaction that had led to my being Solomon’s ward. Looking back now, I know that I was treated more like a cur than a boy in the first few years that I was under Solomon’s care. I could not speak properly, and seemed to do tricks for treats. I was taught slowly to speak and I could understand most of what Solomon asked a year after I had been taken under his care. There were about six of us—sick boys and girls who had been orphaned by the plague—and living with Solomon and the other children helped me to learn to speak much more quickly.
When I could finally speak properly—I must have been eleven or twelve—Solomon taught me to read and gave me books (this was before the invention of the printing press, so to come upon a written book was nearly unheard of unless one is very rich). I learned about history and I learned languages; English, French, and Latin being the firsts as they were what was required for the Aristocracy, which I was now a part of due to Solomon’s influence.
With age, I had changed quickly from the small, crouching child, to a patrician adult male of nineteen. I faced all of my problems head on, and I did not cower. I knew where my next meal was coming from, and I knew what that entitled.
Now, I must stress that Solomon was not completely unselfish in teaching us young ones to read and write and speak and be normal human beings rather than the starving young children that we had been before. He fed us and we fed him. When I was young, I did not care what he was doing, as long as I got some bread and—to my greatest pleasure only a few days after being with Solomon—meat. When I grew up, he stopped using me in that way, so I did not think any more on it, until I would have to.
This may sound worse than it is, but as I have already told the reader, I am now just over seven hundred years of age, and there are only a few ways in which that could come about. In my case, it is vampirism that causes me to never age and stay perfectly embalmed in my twenty-two year old state. There was not a definite name for this at the time—we were not known as vampires, as we are now—and really, we were not well known. Bram Stoker’s famous novel which brought us into a terrifying light was not written until hundreds of years after this.
But I am getting ahead of myself.