The Feast Of Unleavened Bread

He stood with his back to her, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his jacket and his powerful legs, feet apart. His hands were in knots behind him and his thick, jet black hair moved in the wind.

The balcony was dark,the wind blew gently and the full moon beamed brightly, bouncing off him and shooing away the shadows. Her bare feet pressed against the tiles, the wind gently whips her long black dress around her ankles and moved her long black hair in waves around her. Her heart drummed in her chest, her breath itched, it was like she was caught up in his web of desception or she was simply moon struck. She had a brief feeling she was dropped on her head as baby, yes that was it. Else why would any sane person approach the man who mere minutes ago threatened to kill her, she should be running away. But she was tired of running, he'd always find her no matter what. She was stuck here for the time being, until he saw fit , or she managed to elude him. And so like a lamb to the slaughter she walks towards him.

"Do you know what they say about the first vampire Katherine?" he asks the minute she steps through the large oak door that opens out onto the balcony.

"No, no I don't," she hesitates, eyeing him curiously. Walking around him, she went to stand to the left of him. Her pale,bare hands the only thing you could see of her,as the rest of her , clothed in black,was obscured.

" It's a story that began over three thousand years ago. When a man, so pure was betrayed by one of his closest friend" his voice seems to.come from far away
" Drenched in regret, the man hanged himself, but his sin was so great, even hell refused him. And so, he was forced to walk the earth and feast off the living, until a time so, the heaven seems fit.

"This man, who was he" she asks.