Serverus Options

[Lord Veneficus]

I know, it is a bit short. But it's just a starter to see how you guys like it.

Serverus slowly crept along the dark halls of the Ayleid ruin. His delicately runed shortsword in his hand. He was a young Imperial of twenty years; with flowing black hair that reached just past his shoulders. A scar ran gracefully down his slightly muscular arm.

He had sworn to himself that he would kill the man who had so wrongfully murdered his first love, Marcella, the only person he had left in his life. The man was jealous and he attempted to court her. After failure at this task, he killed her and threw her body into the river. Serverus knew the man was here. He had spent many days and much gold hunting him down. The man was highly protected by men in ebony armor.

He entered a small room. Serverus searched through the contents of every container. There was a letter on a table next to a dented and scarred shield. He unfolded the letter and examined its contents.

Casimir,

I will gladly pay you five thousand gold pieces for ten more of your men. Send them to the clearing east of the Red Ring Road. I do not wish for my location to be revealed. I hope you understand why I need these men. I will see you there, my legionnaire friend.

A friend

Serverus laughed to himself. It was a little too late for the man to be concerned of his hideout being found. He folded the letter up and placed it into his pack; he then left the room and headed north, deeper into the ruin.

[Lord Veneficus]

Chapter VI

The ruin was very clean, with tapestries and bookshelves lining every wall. There were many rugs along the ancient floor, they muffled the steps of the men as they went deeper into the ruin.

Maeltor led them into a grand hall with the same ebony clad men filling the room. Serverus counted how many men there were in the gigantic room; he counted close to one hundred fifty.

“This is unreal, Marcus. I would have never known that there were this many men under his control. We will have to be the stealthiest we can be or we will be cut to pieces by these men,” Serverus whispered. The room was brightly lit and they could not sneak through it until they all went to bed. Marcus nodded and looked him in the eye. Serverus noticed that Marcus’ eyes had a strange glow to them, as if there were lanterns lit behind the dark brown irises. “We’ll have to stay the night here, I just don’t know where exactly.” He glanced up and down the hall they were in and saw a deep recession in the wall. It was pitch black and it was obvious that no one had ever been there, as cob-webs hung from the corners.

They pulled their bedrolls from their packs and laid them on the floor. “I’m going to bed, Marcus. Wake me up in a few hours and we’ll swap places.” He said as he put his bedroll as far away from the entrance as he could.

Several hours had passed and Marcus had a strange sensation. Before he knew it, he had crawled over to Serverus. He touched his tongue to his teeth and found that they were very pointed; he could not control himself and he leaned over Serverus and started to drink. He felt his teeth sink back to their normal size. Marcus woke him up.

Serverus had a pain in his neck, he felt around on his throat and came across two holes the size of the tip of a quill. He sat back, wide eyed, afraid of what he would become; a wretched spawn of hell. He felt very tired and decided to lie down. He fell asleep within minutes.

There was someone lying in a bed. A dark figure glided across the hardwood floor. His face was gaunt and his eyes were glowing a bright red. He leaned over the sleeping body and began feasting on her blood.

He stood back up, blood dripping down his chin. As the color and facial features filled out, the vampire’s face came to take the shape of Serverus’. He smiled a bloody grin and vanished.

Serverus woke up, sweat pouring down his face and breathing heavily. He suddenly felt different, he felt alive. He stood from his bedroll with ease as he jumped up to touch the ceiling of the ruin. His arms had a bit more muscle on them than before. He could sense a small spider creeping across the cold stone floor, its heart beating fast. “I…I’m a vampire! This is so horrible.” He whispered to the dark.

Serverus was afraid to tell Marcus of his transformation. But he did not know that Marcus was the one who gave him the Dark Gift. He sat and waited on the morning to come…