Aurelius the vampire

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A sharp sound rang out in the grave silence of the crypt. It was a sudden crack that appeared on the ornate lid of the sarcophagus. The creator of the crack did not stop halfway, without showing signs of fatigue or at least mercy, he did not stop until only an empty name remained from the lid. The creator of the crack or in other words a skeleton in ornate clothes, was taking his first steps in final freedom. It was pitch dark in the crypt, and the silence that stood there would have been ringing in the ears of the living continuously.

But for the skeleton, it was just a bedroom in which it was a little dusty, the darkness and silence did not bother the undead. Looking around, the skeleton clicked his jaw when he saw a hole in the base of the sarcophagus, after examining himself, he discovered the loss of the ring that was so dear to him. Snapping his jaw once more, the skeleton headed for the fragments of the stone doors leading to the surface.

Along the way, the skeleton met the remains of dead rats killed by something unclear. Taking the corpse in his hands, he examined it and then, despite his disgust, brought it to his fangs. The blood, even of a dead animal, was thickened and cold for a long time. But even so, it made the ghostly lights in the eye sockets of the skeleton burn with a bright flame. In addition to this, blue veins and unpleasant pieces of flesh began to appear on the white bones.

- Vince! Damn your leg! Once again I'll find you drunk on duty, I'll let the guys cook you instead of beef!

Vince was being scolded by his boss, not the first time in this day. For as long as Vince could remember, alcohol had been his weak spot. Without staying anywhere for a long time, Vince was always looking for a job as a security guard at the excavations. Responsibilities are few, they pay enough to drain a couple of glasses and the rest is unimportant. But not this time. He was hired as a security guard, but he and several other big guys were pretty well paid to kick out a settlement nearby and they obeyed, though earning themselves a few new scars. However, the problem was that it was on this ruins that Vince was constantly tormented by nightmares and even an old and such a loyal friend, cognac, did not help.

Having finished scolding Vince off and realizing that he had wasted his time in vain, the head of the mercenaries went to his tent to recalculate their salary. Neither Vince nor the head of the mercenaries noticed at dusk the shadow that came out of the crypt and now went from Vince to the balding head of mercinaries, to his tent.

Aurelius, which was the name of skeleton, did not give his victim the slightest chance to save himself or even call for help. Aurelius hated the idea of drinking the blood of the dead. But now it was important for him to increase his former abilities. Instantly killing the man, the skeleton vampire clung to his neck. The movement was smooth and elegant, and the blood of a dead person, was still full of the energy of life and the essence of the dead owner.

It was a strange sight from the outside. Behind the obese bearded man, a skeleton with veins stretching here and there emerged from his shadow. Then, because of his elusive movement, the man fell, or rather seemed to lean back into the vampire's arms, and the skeleton caught him and clung to his thick neck with disgust, becoming overgrown with flesh and even a fully beating heart, later left behind only a dried mummy.

Aurelius was not only filled with energy, but also gained memories of the victim. As far as the head of the mercenaries knew, the excavation was caused by a rumor that someone important was buried in the local crypt.

Well, they weren't much wrong. Aurelius thought. But those days are over. As far as he knew, they had found the wealth in the ruins and had already sold most of it. But the undead didn't care. According to their plans, they were supposed to open the sarcophagus later and there is no ring on the skeleton's hands now. This meant that whoever had disturbed his sleep was acting alone.