Hector skulked through the village blood and grime taint his slender face his long black hair sprayed stuck on his face.
His senses heightened from the battle, a defenseless village sacked from his campaign to take the kingdom of Velor, showing his brutality and savagery to the weaker parts of the kingdom to put fear in the hearts of it's royalty.
As he walked past a burnt down cottage a woman sat on the ground with a child in her hands as she cried, her clothes torn her cleavage showing his shaft grew and pushed against the leather and metal armor at the sight of her, an image of his armies savagery, it excites him to see what his well trained army had wrought.
But, he wasn't satisfied he felt disappointment as the failed to finish the job.
He walked towards her, his blood stained sword glimmering as he held it at his side.
The woman's sobs became clearer as he walked into the cottage, it seemed that the walls of the cottage drowned the screams, wails and sounds of burning buildings as he stepped closer.
He raised his sword to finish her, and she looked up at hime, her face full of rage, before he could reveal in her situation, she muttered some words inaudible to him, and he froze unable to move, he realized his hesitation would soon be his downfall.
"Your thirst for blood drives you, and come by night to shed blood, you shed the blood while your victims sleep so shall it be, by blood you live, by blood you shall be, Tonight under this blood moon I curse with an unquenchable thirst for blood, you shall not see the sun as long as you walk this earth, and you shall not know death as others do, your death shall come when all you have built is burnt down."
She ends her curse and mutters and takes him by surprise thrusting a dagger in through a gap in his armor piercing his heart, she steps back and slits her throat falling to the ground beside her, her blood soaking her torn dress spilling and enveloping her child as if she tried to take hold of her child even in death, only when the light in her eyes fade did her spell wain, and he fall to the ground the world spinning, as I thought of any words of prayer I could say before I died, but I knew none never a believer in a being out there except myself, darkness enveloped him as he eyes close and his heart stops.
Hector woke up with a gasp for air, with faces surrounding him, face of his men.
He stood up fast, his world spinning, he pushed the faces away and walked towards the light as his lungs searched for air.
As he was about to step into the light he was pulled back.
" Sir, No!!!, the sun does not agree with you."
Hector broke from their grasp and looked back at them confused at what was said to him, only then did he realize that they were in his armies camp shed by a heavy dense area of trees.
"Sir, let but only your hand into the light."
Hector looked at their faces, and turned towards the light and let his hand under it, and his skinned burned like meat scorched by open flame, forcing him to draw his hand back, but as soon as it was shed it began to heal, the pain fading almost immediately.
Hector was puzzled, and confused at what was happening?
" Sorin, hand me your blade." Hector commanded looking at his completely healed hand.
The fiercely built bald headed man who held him back stepped forward, unsheathing his dagger and handed to Hector. He took the blade from Sorin from cut his wrist, his wrist bled a little and began to heal slowly.
Hector remembering the curse of the witch thought about how she didn't know what she had done, Hector had always been scared of growing old and hitting a wall where he could no longer grow stronger, but here his body healed by itself making it possible for him to conquer his limits, he smiled as he wondered what other benefits the curse had given him.
"Sorin, find me a cloak." Hector said as he smiled looking beyond the hill at the castle in which he had plans of invading.
They marched towards the castle as the village where Hector was cursed was the last village in his campaign to make King Jarvis know fear.
He had traveled the country burning down small villages and putting dead men, woman, and children on stakes on display, some where burnt, some flayed, he needed the king to know who he was dealing with.
After traveling for a days resting by day moving by night, he decided to rest as his men had grown tired as they were not like him they still needed to sleep when the night came, he ordered a camp in the night.
He realized that he had not eaten for days, and wasn't hungry.
His men killed a dear as they slaughter it, at the sight of blood his throat started to burn, his belly grown, and his mouth watered, he tongue touched his teeth.
He stood up and ran into the forest, he ran till he reached, a slow flowing stream and knelt in front of it, he washed his face and then he saw his reflection he had blood shot eyes, and his teeth had fangs, he fell back in fear.
What did she do to me?, What did that witch do to me?!!!! Hector screamed.
He walked into his camp his men avoiding his gaze, only Sorin his general man looked up at him, and followed his as he entered his tent.
"What is it, Sorin?, why are you following me?"
"I am worried, sire."
"What is there to be worried about we are about to reach Velor, we will soon claim victory."
"It is you I fear for, sire. What happened to you?, you had your sword when we found and when the sun came up and we took you to bury you, you body burned from by the suns light, and when we set up, you woke up, you haven't eaten in days, you sleep not till morning, and in the thick of night it is as day to you. What happened to you, sire?"
Hector took a deep breath and waited before he spoke gathering his thoughts of that night.
"I was cursed Sorin, cursed by the woman who laid beside me when you found me, he curse has given me gifts, but also weakness that can be easily be exploited, I can't walk in the sun, and I cannot eat nothing but blood."
He turned as he spoke the last words to Sorin.
Sorin had a sad look in his eyes, for he was sad for the young king, who the crown was thrust upon so suddenly, taking responsibility of a kingdom whose reputation was one of bloodshed and destruction all he wanted was to live up to his legacy and now he was cursed for it.
"Can this curse be shared, sire?" Sorin asked.
Hector looked at Sorin in shock, then smiled.
"I do not think it can."
"If you discover how to share it, I'll gladly take up the burden of sharing it with you my king." Sorin said then knelt before him.
Hector smiled as he thought: always the loyal I am happy to be your friend Sorin.
And this is the story of the first Vampyr, the Lord of the night, and king of the Vampyrs.