Prologue
The vampire at the desk sat quietly, drumming his fingers against the dark stained wood. The office around him had been mostly unchanged and untouched for the last twenty years or so. It looked almost exactly the same as when the previous occupant had used it. Thought some brighter colors had been splashed everywhere in the form of decorations, paint, and furniture. On a coat hanger next to the large black doors, was a long black coat. One that held a lot of history in its threads, though anyone who first laid eyes on it might mistake it as something rather new. But he knew, he knew that the coat was much older than it appeared and had much more than just monetary value to it. It had seen and done so much more than just keep its wearer warm from the cold. The room was in silence, this was something the man at the desk had grown to dislike sometimes. The vampire stood from the office chair and looked around, he felt like everything had changed. Which in truth, it had. Twenty-five years had passed since the start of the saga that was his life. And everything had changed for him, people turned against him and enemies became close friends. The vampire turned his attention to a large glass door that led out onto the roof of the building. He could see the setting sun following its course across the sky. Leaving the world behind it into darkness for a few hours. He knew that soon vampires around the city would stir and begin their nighttime activities.
With a small smile, the young vampire walked over to a bookshelf. On this shelf were CDs and other recorded items that held different types of music. A hand gently reached out and trailed along the small plastic cases. With a bit of resignation, he pulled one free from its spot. Looking down, he couldn't help but smile at the face reflected back at him a pair of dark onyx eyes, pale skin, and black hair. Many features the vampire had shared with his father, features that remained unchanged since his 18th birthday. With silent movements, the vampire walked over to his computer and opened up the disk drive. He placed the CD in and shut the compartment, within a few seconds music started. It wasn't anything upbeat or exciting, it wasn't music that the vampire would listen to when he wanted to lift his spirits. It was a more somber music, music the allowed him time for grieving. To shed tears for people he'd lost, for those he missed. The vampire grabbed his coat from the rack and slipped it over his shoulders. Though he didn't put his arms through the sleeves, he never did. They'd always been much to long for him, though the young vampire had always thought he'd grow into it. But it seemed that day would never come, vampires didn't age and grow like humans. So the coat had become more of a cape for the young vampire. Deep onyx eyes then focused on the glass door.
With a small gust of wind that ruffled the vampire's hair and coat slightly, the glass door opened on its own. Allowing the creature access to the outside, with soft footsteps, he walked onto the rooftop. The sun had just reached bellow the horizon, bathing the city in night. As the music drifted through the air, the vampire walked over and leaning against the railing. Dark eyes looking out over his empire, his world. He closed his eyes, allowing thoughts and memories, one's that he kept sealed away all day long, to be free. For some reason though, they started to flow back to a time he'd desperately tried to move on from. Memories of a shaking hand and unmoving lips, eyes dulling with death as life faded away. A man that had become more than just a friend, who'd become something like a father to him. The vampire felt the threat of tears in his eyes, he allowed them to be free. "I'm going to die, Vlad…" he remembered the sound of the voice in his head, he soft reassurance it tried to give him. It hadn't worked, not in the slightest. But the man had tried, the man wanted the boy holding him to be strong. "It's going to happen…" tears dripped down onto the rooftop like rain drops. Temporarily darkening the surface before disappearing. Vlad buried his face into the sleeves of his shirt. The voice played again in his head, this time with more detailed visions of the past. A blood stained shirt, a large hole through the elder vampire's chest, his eyes filling with tears, but his mouth stayed turned upwards. A smile, warm, kind, and almost loving. "There's no way out of this" the voice whispered, "it will be ok" Vlad shook as he allowed himself to cry. To feel the pain he'd kept at bay for years, to allow the appearance of a strong leader to falter, just out of sight of everyone else. "I'm so proud of you, please remember that" Vlad could still feel the hand stroking his face, whipping away tears and calming him. A sigh caught his attention, "Vladimir, you know you don't have to do this to yourself." A voice, warm and full of care, said. The sound of heaving boots hitting the roof top made the vampire turn his head. He smiled softly, revealing the same shy and timid boy he'd always be, but that the world would never see.
A/N: I know, I know I've taken this down and republished it. But for a good reason, I finished chapter like 8 or 9, and then realized how much the original prologue actually sucked. Like really sucked! So I've moved that to chapter 1 and rewrote the prologue. Nothing's been changed other than this, I'm also reposting it because it's much easier to do than trying move and rename everything in the preexisting story for me.
Yours in Eternity -
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