At Night

Night 1: Confinement

A vampire lays restlessly in his coffin, remembering the memories of death and pain he caused.

So, let's tell a vampire story.

Leandro lays awake in his chained coffin, hearing screams outside of his dim cell. How he wasn't driven into insanity, was something he was unsure of. All he knew was that there would come a day when he's freed from this confinement he knew he didn't deserve. He despised this confinement. He only wants rest from this never ending hell. He was thirsty, only ever tasting the putrid rats discarded upon his deathbed. Those never satisfied him.

The vampire prays for the sweet release of death to God; but because he was a curse, no one and not even her, could free him from death. But that was all about to change.
He felt his coffin move. His eyes widened and filled with anticipation. Could it be? Will he finally rise from what holds him like an iron fist?

He could hear the silver chains come off his coffin. He felt no longer weary, as silver made any vampire fatigued and no longer could use their abilities. He sees the lid lift and he rises out of the coffin with his hands overlapping each other.

The bony figure stands weakly and stared at the two figures. His father and a random slave.
Leandro stares at his father, feeling a sudden rush of anger. He couldn't believe it, after years that he lost count of, he was out of his imprisonment.

His Father sneers at disgust at the sight of his son and turns to the servant, "Give him a bath, he smells like shit. Just get that man out of my sight."

"Wait a minute, don't you have something to say to me?" Leandro pulls his arm away once the servant had tried grabbing it.
"And what will I say?" The brooding figure turns to the young vampire.

"You locked me in a damn coffin for sixty years; you do have something the say!" The vampire grabs his father by his coat, his eyes turning red as a hunter's face. His dead veins became black like tar. His fingernails were now sharp as a dagger.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU PATHETIC LITTLE SHIT!" His eyes are dark red, and his fingernails grew to be razor sharp as it dug into his pale skin.

The young man winces in pain. He lets go as he watches his wounded hands heal very slowly. The servant grabs him by the arms, preventing him from moving.

"You...are the bane of my existence," his father glares at him as he tries breaking free. "Now, remember this Leandro. The only reason why you're not dead in the fucking gutter is that you are a value asset to the Vespertillio clan."He looks at the attendant,"take him away from my sight already. He smells, and we have something special tonight, I don't want to see a dirty looking beggar in my home."

The servant nods and drags him out of the dark and damp basement, Leandro yells at him to let go. "I'll pay you double, you know! It's unneeded to drag me like some child!"He exclaims, he was livid. Being dragged in endless hallways and staircases with so many turns that it reminded him of a maze, was unfun.

Leandro was then thrown into a large lavish bathroom. There were clouds and angels painted singing on the ceiling and the walls. He slowly stands up, completely freaked out by the lighting in the ceiling.

He covers his eyes and instantly falls on the floor, being very unused to light at all. He felt someone slowly undress him, then lifted by several people, they throw him into the bathtub.

Leandro opens his eyes and sees the slaves standing before him.

"Hello darlings-" He was then interrupted.

The workers started scrubbing his light gray body and washed his long blonde hair. He began making a pouty face and crossed his arms, shivering in the cold icy water. Once a servant began to scrub Leandro's chest, he immediately grabs his hand.