Chronicles of Contessa: The Tale of Ventroth

These are the pages of one Ventroth Mephistos and how he came to be the most feared person in the small village of Crendor, confiscated by the Keepers headquarters this April 7th 336, one day after the massacre.

EPILOGUE

There was a man, he visited me one late October… a dark man I cannot explain who he was. Whenever I was in his presence, his very shadow I felt I was dying? ... if that’s the right word. How else can I describe it, I was on my way to the small class of our village; my father instructed me to never speak to strangers. This man though, this man was always watching me. I could feel his eyes on me every time I left my house and passed his. Something was calling me to him I couldn’t fight this feeling within.
I could not fight it any longer I did not go to the class that one day. I walked the stone steps to the dark house where he stood in the window. The inside was gloomy yet alluring, no matter how dilapidated the house looked I felt as though it gave it character and I loved it. I explored the bottom floor when a whisper of a voice came to my ear, scaring me to my very bones.
“What do you seek?” the voice said speaking to my soul. I shook violently in spite of myself.
“An answer?” I replied uncertain, there was a dark figure on the stairs standing very still. So dark I couldn’t see his face but I knew it was him. So silent I did not hear him, he moved like the shadows themselves.
“To what… dear boy?” the man said slowly walking down the stairs, soundlessly. I started walking toward him, without my will. He was beckoning me to him.
“To my… purpose” I said quietly. And I knew that was the right answer, for he came into view now. His eyes were black gaping holes that burned into mine his slender figure was frail yet so very powerful. The fingers that reached out to me were thin, the nails were sharp unnaturally so.
I was standing right before him, as his hand rest on my shoulder.
“I can give you the answer… if you wish it of me” he said speaking so very calmly, almost lovingly and I knew I could never look away from his eyes. I hugged him suddenly, I do not know what brought on this feeling; even he was surprised I was sure for he did not wrap his arms around me instantly. He slowly let his arms fall around my frame, and I never felt so complete.
“Give me the answer” I said, “I do not want to live my life past today if it’s not with you” I spoke to his ear, all these feelings made me feel I was no longer a child of fifteen years old. He smiled, and a part of me melted away at his razor sharp teeth protruding from the corners of his lips.
I stared at them, he knew I was.
“Are you sure?” he said at last after an eternity of the white fangs. I nodded unable to speak. He then pulled me close, and turned my head to look at the fireplace where age-old logs of wood were turned to ash, and suddenly I knew that would never become of me. I could feel his breath upon my neck, he breathed more heavily now for he was hungry for my taste. I closed my eyes as the needles of my desire pierced my soul. It pinched at first, but the pain dissolved and I felt I was entering the gates of heaven. It was a feeling not meant to be had by humans, and I was feeling it at only fifteen. I didn’t want it to end.
He pulled away I felt my warm blood drip on my neck and trickle down my chest. And then weakness, took hold of every part of me and I began to fall. He held me though so as not to let me plummet. I was comfortable but that endless feeling was gone He carried me up his dark stairs even with the extra weight he made no noise as he climbed them.
I was fading in and out of consciousness, suddenly I lie in his bed; the one place the house did not age and become like the rest. The sheets were silk with curtains all around, candles were all about the room glowing like embers and heated the room like a summer breeze. The colors danced in my eyes, the loss of blood or seeing that man stand in the corner smiling at my dismay. He knew I wanted him to come close, but he remained by the door, teasing ever so much.
He walked over to me now, his ebony hair falling about his face as he drew so close I could smell his sweet smell.
“Only one more task my child… will you let me?” he said soothingly
“I am yours… you may do whatever you desire” I said quickly from the tension of his body so close to mine.
He held up his hand, and spread his fingers. With the other hand which held a dagger he cut his flesh. I winced and looked on in awe. The blood fell from his hand and droplets spattered on my face, he put his finger to my mouth.
“Drink from me… and live forever” he said smiling. The words scared me but I so wanted to feel as he did. I took his hand with all the strength I could muster and drank from his finger. The blood warmed as it touched my tongue, striking every possible receptor. It was like drinking warm honey but it did not hurt one’s teeth, I drank until he grew restless and pulled his hand away.
The world became black, and I felt him leave even though he was still there. I was dying, had he tricked me? I thought wildly thrashing about on the bed calling to him. I felt as though I were standing before the gates of hell abandon all hope abandon all hope. The words screamed to me without making a noise, suddenly I felt as though everything that had ever died and lived in heaven turn away from me drowning me in their shadow. God cried for me for now I was not his child but the man that turned me into this. I could almost feel the tears from heaven fall on the bed, when in reality it was raining outside.
Then all the hatred, all the screaming melted away. I was born again. I listened… there was a mouse near the door of the house next to ours, the rain was making it difficult for a spider to crawl into his flower somewhere deep in the forest. I looked at the ceiling and somehow knew it had been over five hundred years since anyone dwelled in this house. I listened more, it was the children all walking home from the small schoolhouse.
I rose in the bed, looking at my master leaning against the wall. He smiled and came to me.
“See the world as it should be seen, my young vampire” he said pulling me to my feet. And I felt the strength of one thousand men in these small arms, my skin was pale with the moon’s tan but I cared not. My eyes were now so that none could resist, even my new master felt the temptation of my gaze. My master and I killed all in the town in one night of insatiable hunger the only one I spared was my sister, whom I turned into a vampire as well. She is somewhere about the world, and I have not seen her in a very long time.

I have been a vampire ever since. That was 364 years ago.

\"This is the end of the police record and remains unsolved as to the murders of Crendor\"