Venari Lamia || DnF

Prologue || effugium

Edited by charredbredd on fandom

minor note, just divide the vampire's ages by 10 and you'll find their biological ages- i know it's weird, i needed to find a way to make them "OLD" but yk you're still able to understand their ages

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The Grecian vampire stared at the burning house, the reflection of the flames echoing in his eyes. He had done it. He had killed the last clan of Romanian vampires. Most of them, he reminded himself. He growled in annoyance, glancing at the wound on his arm.

The small boy with the dark hair was only around 70 years old. And yet, he had managed to escape him, and wound him, as well as get a few of the other boys out with him. He pulled his bloodstained axe out of the neck of the clan's leader, and kicked the body into the flames, before turning to leave. he glanced up at the twinkling stars. "Don't worry. I'll avenge you. I'll avenge you all."

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George burst out of the bushes, gasping for air. His face stung from all the sticks and leaves that he had ran through, and his vision was still blurry.

Phil came out of the forest behind him, running over. "George, you okay?"

The vampire boy nodded weakly. "Y-yeah. It's just hard to see."

Phil frowned. "Well, that evil vampire certainly did something to your eyes, although it's hard to tell what."

George shrugged, pushing the other vampire boy away. "It's fine. It'll probably heal after a few days. Where are the others?" His question was answered as Tommy and Wilbur appeared out of the bushes, Wilbur carrying Tommy on his back.

George was 70 years old, Phil was 110, Wilbur was 60, and Tommy was 40.

"I-is the evil vampire still following us?" Tommy asked, looking up from his brother's shoulder.

Wilbur shook his head. "No. We're safe, Tommy. George saved us." He elbowed George and George laughed, rolling his eyes. "We better get to safety," Phil muttered, looking around.

"I can hear a village nearby, but... they aren't too friendly to vampires, are they?" Wilbur shrugged, shifting Tommy on his back. "Well, where else can we go? We need a place to stay, and besides, our teeth aren't fully grown yet. We can just pretend we're poor little orphan boys who need a place to stay."

"We are poor little orphan boys who need a place to stay," Tommy muttered.

Wilbur ignored him, turning to George. Phil turned too, waiting.

George's eyes widened. "Me? But I- Phil's the oldest of us!"

Phil shrugged. "Yeah, but you were the one who was brave enough to stab the evil vampire's arm with your mo- our aunt's dagger and save us all. We'd be dead without you."

Wilbur nodded.

George sighed. "Alright, fine. We'll go to the village and stay there until we're safe enough. We'll figure out what to do then."

"Good idea." Phil nodded. Then the four vampire boys turned and walked towards the village, with a sliver of hope for the future.