so this is death

Chapter 1- the dark

Here I am sat in a dark cold corner, clenching my ghost white hands in fear. I don't know what's going to happen to me. The only thing I can focus on is the screams of women, children, mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters; I can't see a thing but only hear. What is this? Is it purgatory? It could be let's face it I am sat here with blood streaming from my neck, slit open by the most notorious murderer Mitchell motionless. But I don't want to dwell on the past I'm here now that's what matters, just sitting here waiting to be lead to my next life , or heaven and maybe even hell. Ah who the fuck cares. If I go to heaven I'll kick ass. And if I end up going to hell if either even exists ill just grab that horny devil and make it suck my dick and the sit in the thrown as the head of the "underworld".

I sit hear thinking on what may happen but not on what is actually happening? I have no clue. As I am about to stand and push my self through the darkness, a pair of ruby red eyes appear, what's left of the pulse of my heart stops instantly. A deep roaring voice speaks out at me.

"Are you ready for your new life"

In curiosity and terror I reply with "Y-Y- yes sir"

" Don't worry you will still be in the same body just not living, you may walk the earth at night but disintegrate at sun light, you will feed on blood like the un dead should , you shall do his bidding for the packed has been made, you shall serve the devil so come boy do not stand still " the voice speaks with a poetic ring but yet his voice is uneasy.

Leading my through the darkness the screams begin to increase in volume.

"Sir? Why can I hear screaming?" I ask him questioning the question I asked.

"Boy, call me Gabriel and I shall call you by your birth name Vladimir" he says my as if he has been with me since birth.

"The reason is young Vladimir is that they are your new victims" he chuckles to him self.

"M-m-my victims!?!" I ask in repulse. "Yes! Your victim, you think this new life was going to be full off lust and fame, oh no young Vladimir you are going to become a blood sucking barbaric beast of a vampire, just like your father" his voice has broke the roar as he said this it is almost comforting.

"I refuse to be a killer Gabriel, my father was not a murder either so you take it back you son of a -"

"Saint!!!" He abruptly interrupts me during mid rant. I swear if he hadn't of stopped me I would have most likely cause me a hell of a time, and I don't mean that in the good expression.

An awkward tension has come aware to me as we walk towards a glass door with red jewels around the black frame work. And satanic symbols up the door in the shape of an upside down crucifix.

Gabriel looks like he is going to say something important, so should I apologize? Naaa ill wait till its time for me to leave.

"BOY HERE WE ARE, THROUGH THIS DOOR IS YOUR BLOOD SUCKING DESTINY" he says this to me so sure that I will take it without a fight and he is right I am too curious to not want to go and live internal life as a son of Satan.

As the satanic door opens I am wanting to turn back I can feel Gabriel wanting to just shove me through so i dive head first in to the light. I see what happened to me forming in reverse the jewel encrusted blade soaring through my throat healing where it tore, my body levitation back to the stance before I fell to my death a strong, confident, unafraid posture. I feel a tremendous gust of wind and blood screeching through my ears as the screaming dies out I find my self back in my body. Looking into Mitchell's eyes I see my eyes blood red and hungry, he lunges to slit my throat but the blade shatters as it touches my neck.

"What the fuck!" He yelps.

"Ha. You have fucked with the wrong guy Mitchell" I say obviously laughing, I mean who wouldn't I'm getting him back, right?

"W-what are you?" He murmurs.

I travel at the speed of light and whisper into his left ear from behind

"Your worst night mare, and you slayer".

Before he could even utter the 'H' sound of help I ripped his head back buy his hair and christened my new razor sharp fangs into the blood of his jugular. Drinking him dry I can feel all of his evil blood going through my body immortalizing me even more with every ounce of blood that passed my tongue I became stronger. I also feel a murderous thrill in side of my eyes and fangs. As I am digging deeper into his neck I hear his final words of apology.

 “Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it Mitchell!” I drain this body and pull my self up off of the ground at least sixty feet in to the air. Blood dripping down my face I roar with joy as I have avenged my own death and many others.

I sore through the streets of London looking down on the city looking to be hero something I have always wanted to do but it looks like it was only Mitchell committing a crime tonight. Now I fly just smelling all the fresh blood the world has to offer at my fangs. I pick up a sent which is rather unique. One of the worst smells possible. It smells like what my mother used to put out on Halloween when I was twelve to keep bad spirits away smells like pumpkins mixed with garlic, I used to love the smell and now I hate it. Maybe I should go to the old chapel where father Rusher holds the power of high lord priest. Soaring through the night sky I find piece with in my self but As I glide towards the high tower I can feel myself growing weaker. I am falling as I get closer , I'm pushing as hard as I can to keep my self up but I just can't.

"Holy fuck!!"

I must have blacked out; I wake up to be on lord rusher's alter.

"Oh dear boy, let the holy spirit have mercy on your soul. Let the heavenly ghost free you from this demon, I take you as my son even if you are spawn of the underworld , no religious objects shall harm you from this day forth, only a wooden steak through the none beating heart may banish you. I shall be your new profound Father your guardian your keeper and your guidance." The father kindly saying this prayer for me to survive in holy matrimony and live to my fullest potential.

"Thank you father" I thankfully speak. "My son, what bewitched you with this incurable curse?" He mournfully states.

" It is the devils work father, but do not fret as I may be dead I am hear and well. I thank you graciously for what you have done for me, how may I return the favor father? “I plea that he takes something from me.

" This may be hard, my lord, but May you turn me I hasn't got long life left. I may be at deaths door in the rise of morn, and as the sun being a religious settlement we may ponder through the streets of day? Oh please my lord give me the curse of gift" his plea is Heart warming and I do consider and accept this repayment.

"Father I would turn you if I new how. I just doesn't know what to do see? We could be high and mighty walking through day light but please father I need your help" I reply with need.

"Drain my pure blood, and put a drop of your own blood on my tongue, when you see a motion from my body let me feed of your blood to fully transform me “he explains this so simply.

"Father be ready your self for a curse as you have taught me the ways of passing on an immortal gift" I exclaim

"I will be ready at midnight my son " he announced