TWO STORIES? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

Anyways, I got this idea, I don't know why, but I love it. Enjoy!

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It was a late night in the peaceful village of Tazmilly. The moon was shining, no clouds in sight. Thousands of stars could be seen. It was warm and quiet, just like any other night. Though, this town wasn't always that calm. Since hundreds of years, others lived amongst the citizens of the village.

No one knew how it started. All they know is that there was once a man, a man that craved power. He wanted the nowhere islands to his own, and even, the world. He wanted control over everyone, and that they would obey all of his orders. None accepted it, and eventually, he was defeated. It took years and years. The whole planet was infected by his greediness, and some became insane. Wars were created, clans were made. Though they were all against him. The world, that was once a whole entity, was separated into multiple parts, with some not even surviving the destruction that was brought. The man that was responsible for this disappeared, and was never heard from again.

The people decided to restart fresh, to create a new world that was based off of peace and harmony, that no one should be submit to someone else, that everyone should have their free will. They built new villages, cities and countries, with every one of them having a connection to the other.

Though, something strange happened. Certain people started to act strangely, and looked differently. They had strange markings on their backs, and got more aggressive, even with loved ones. They hated the sun, not being able to endure its warmth and light. They had an unusual appetite for the substance that made a human live, the essence of life. They wanted the blood of others, going crazy for it. The people fought back against them, but nothing seemed to work. They were stronger, able to lift up objects twice as heavy as them. They were noticeably faster, and seemed to be able to sense things far from them. Bullets were shot at them, swords slashing through their skin, though it had no effect at all. After a while, they couldn't endure it, almost dying from the heavy impacts. Eventually, they all left together, the number of population growing against them. If one were to come back, they had to suffer from the townspeople.

Now, today, we look at Tazmilly village. There wasn't a lot of advanced technology, though that's how the people liked it there. They didn't like the rapid progress of it, and preferred to stick with their old habits. Everyone knew each other, and they all cared and respected each other.

This night was going to be a particular one for a young man, living alone in the forest. He was reading a book in his chair, his bright eyes rolling across the pages, just like usual. He was one of 'them'. It was a normal day. He was walking in the same forest he is in now, admiring the scenery. Just out of nowhere, someone pounced on him, and before he could do anything, he let out a yelp, the person biting into his neck with their sharp teeth. Only minutes later, and he became like them, 'infected'. He was a good man, though. He learned to control himself, and lives amongst the people of Tazmilly. No one knew that he was one of them. Even though he would give anything to change back to the way he was before. He didn't age; he would live eternally, not a year older or younger then what he was when he changed. He tried to make the best of his life, trying new things and exploring new places.

While turning the next page of his book, he heard knocking at his door. He placed his book on the table, looking out of the window. 'No one has ever knocked here before.'

He kept his guard up, not knowing who it was or why they were here. 'Shit, I hope they haven't found out...' He grabbed the door knob, slowly twisting it. He yanked it opened in one shot, prepared to attack.

At his surprise, he found no one on the other side. He stuck his head out, his red eyes looking both ways, though found no sign of life. Then, he heard a cry. It sounded like a baby's one, and it came from beneath him. He looked down, seeing a basket with blankets wrapped around it. He picked up the object, removing the covers, discovering where the sound was coming from.

It was a baby. A baby that someone left at his door. Alone, with nothing or no one else. And at his door of all places! "..." He had no idea what to do. Clearly, then person that left this child at his door did not know who he was. He was dangerous, and he didn't want to hurt anyone. He wanted to give this baby to someone else, someone that he knew that could take care of it.

But he wants something else even more. He always wanted someone to love, someone to care for. In his condition, he couldn't. But, this was his chance. To prove that he was just like everyone else, and not a 'monster', as people called it. He took a deep breath, his legs starting to walk towards town, but halted, turning back towards his home. 'I know I won't hurt him. I'm better than what I am, it's been years since I haven't done anything, and I can act normally around other people, and not snap at them.'

He smiled warmly, taking this child inside with him, promising himself to care for it and not let anyone harm him. "Now, what should I name you..." He looked closer at the baby, finding out that it was a boy. He had blonde hair that swirled up on his head, with the brightest blue eyes that anyone has ever seen. He was an adorable baby.

"I'll call you... Lucas."

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Okay, I think it`s obvious that it`s gonna be about vampires. Oh, and they won't sparkle like in Twilight. I'm getting this out of the way now, nothing related to twilight. Nope.

Also, should I make this character an OC or someone from the Mother universe? If so, tell me who.

Thank you!