Chapter 1
A strange sparkling hole was visible in the darkness. He walked towards it as if it was urging, no dragging and forcing, him to see it. Large crystals glimmered across the ground creating a shimmering path on which a man wearing dark large boots stood. The man stood tall- towering over the piles of crystals that he stood upon- and wore all black leather clothing including a midnight jacket engraved with strange markings. His brown hair and facial hair was even darker against his pale skin; he was smirking making him look devious and deadly however his features were devilishly good looking. An aura of anger and pure hatred surrounded him apart from a bright light that shown upon him. Slowly, his smirk turned to a quizzical look and he asked, why?
Why?
Why?
Why…
Vladimir woke with a start; a sharp stinging pain ran across his face as he lifted himself into a sitting position and sighed. He had been dreaming about Malik this time, it was the fifth time Vlad had fallen into a slumber at his throne this week. Something was seriously wrong. The memories of five years ago still haunted him and during these quick naps he often dreamt of his past: dusted Malik and his crazed mother, who still lived in a crystal; Ramanga and his clan; Adze need for power and her bloodbinding antics; his mother and George; Erin and her death; the Slayer's Guild; Ingrid's love for a breather, Piers…
The thought was too much; a more than plentiful amount of events had occurred all those years ago even his time with Robin had been especially exciting and enjoyable. Now he was stuck in the life of the Grand High Vampire a boring and repetitive unlife. He had barely left the castle or its shadow grounds in the past five years apart from the tiresome trips to the High Council but he was always surrounded by guards and courtiers who protected and catered to his every need. The council meetings would just be long and tedious with a bunch of old coffin lodgers chattering and discussing supposedly important matter, mostly on tradition. Vlad had the smallest impact on the council because, even though his word was final, the majority of council members disagreed with him as he was so young. His new life consisted of sitting on the throne with his young assistance and a few guards watching him. Tearing his eyes out would have been more fun.
The freedom he had only appeared in his short sleeps and Vlad couldn't help feeling if this was his unlife it would be a pain to live in. The eternity of being trapped frightened him to his inner most core nevertheless he did have hope in the future. Living for tomorrow, whether it was hundred year or longer.
The future looked bleak, miserable and most definitely did not contain freedom.