blood of the mind

A WAMPYRE SALESMAN NAMED SERAFINO

Id meant no harm just getting some mind-blood keeping the me fed and of the streets you know when he'd gone an set a blooming graveyard on me! Well no matter I've an afterlife to run for. so, tree to tree I jumped each leap took me 24 feet forward and within an hour Id out ran them. damned reamations they'd wonder aimlessly till they found some other Wampyre to bother. "Damn reanimations! and necromancers and Nartheners! and you know what damn the whole human race! damn the Wampyres for kicking me of the reaching reach and curse Mercia for making me!" after that outburst I went quiet and gave a "Dee! Dee! Dee!" the echolocation did its magic and mapped out the forest, which revealed trees, trees and more trees for miles on end no town or ins for 700 miles damn! But a there was a cave, ah o well a cave would do. 45 leaps west and I was there, inside a small opening that went 12 miles back and then it met the Deep. I set up my cloak as a tent and lay back to wait out the day. hours past when I heard a sound "you wanna make a deal!?" it echoed from the deep

another voice replied "no"

"are you sure?"

"yes"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

"you wanna buy gold?"

"also no"

"oh well um... be on your way then"

"I will"

a deal ? I could make a deal I got nothing to lose I guess "can I make a deal?"

a crackling sound as something vaporised into existence next to me a man (presumably you can never know) he wore strange clothes and wore his hair like a crown one of his eyes glowed blue with lightning and his hands were wreathed in said lightning. "yes you can ..." he paused and images flashed through his eyes: my birth my family the day I turned when I killed said family when I was kicked out of the for killing another Wampyre right up until now "Serafino turned by Emilio the prick 145 years of age and manically depressed just like me"

"how do you know that?" I inquire

"I don't see as much as my dad but as it is I see lots of things LOTS OF THINGS."

slightly disturbed I continued "you're the great dealer son of schvients and Timor"

"Yeep I'm biornicutarisiojicus the bastard son of the realm lords or as you say the great dealer so I ask again what deal do ya wanna make"

"dunno"

"well go to sleep and tell me when you do"

"but I'm not tired "

"you are now"

"truoo" and I fell into a deep sleep