The Lonely Soul

Prologue: The Gift

-1812 England: Night-time 1:35a.m.-
Relief. Relief was the emotion Vladimir Blood was feeling at this moment as he heard the offer from the man standing in front of him. Vladimir Blood, a young man at the age of eighteen the heir of the Blood family estate. He was to marry his childhood friend Victoria but the wedding was cancelled at the last leaving the heir heartbroken just like how he was told it'll be. The mysterious man was barely visible in the darkness of the night and dressed in the clothes for a nobleman. "Lord Blood. It has been three days and I await your response to my offer" the man said in a monotone voice.

'The offer', he thought in an emotionless mind. The Offer was a choice to be rid of human ties, a relief of sorrow, and a gift of immortality. "I.....I accept your offer. Please bestow upon me your gift...free me of my mortal bonds", Vladimir answered with hope to be rid of his broken heart. The man smiled as he reached into his cloak and pull out a dagger. He cut left palm letting his blood drip down his hand. "Take this dagger and cut your right hand" he instructed hold out his left hand.

Vladimir stood there with empty eyes as if he had nothing to live for. The thought of suicide crossed his mind but he didn't want to go by that path. It was the day before the wedding when the mysterious came to his estate to give him this offer. He told the man he'll think about and he gave Vladimir three days to decide. As his mind came back to reality, he cut his right palm and grasped the man's hand.

Pain began to rack Vladimir's body as he held the man's hand longer. He fell back to the ground shaking and body twitching from the pain. His heart began to slow and his body grew cold. The man walks out of the shadow revealing his form. He is wearing a white cotton silk shirt, a black silk sewn pants which was mostly covered by his onyx black cloak. He kneel down beside Vladimir and whispers "Do not worry. It is only your body dying.

Vladimir's eyes grew heavy and his breathe slowed. He looks at the shiny full moon hearing the man's voice before the sweet embrace of death took his body, "You will rise again Lord Blood and be known as 'The king of the damned'. Enjoy this gift for it is...ethernal". As darkness blurred his vision, and the last beats of his heart goes to a stop, Vladimir Blood forever will be known as "The Vampire King".