"At the edge of the world, a boy was standing, his head downcast and his eyes hidden. Behind him something vile and inhuman was snarling viciously; a construct of hate.

- My feet are wet. The boy said in his innocence.

- It is blood.

The boy looked up and there were cracks in his eyes, fine and dense like arteries.

- Are you lying? He asked in a voice that seemed distant even to his own ears.

- No.

The boy stared at the vast sea of blood that stood tranquilly under his feet and took a step towards madness. "

Prologue

The boy was five. He knew so because his aunt and uncle would always curse and whine on the day of his arrival every year. It was dark and something was following him. He stopped and his small feet felt heavy.

- Are you going to kill me? The boy asked and in his voice there was wonder.

Alexander stopped. His eyes scanned the human childe, if this would be his meal, it would have little to no nutritional value, but such a small thing showed no fear for a creature of darkness even though he intuitively knew the danger. He was intrigued.

- Who are you, childe?

- I am freak.

His green eyes glowed eerily.

- Who are you, Sir vampire? Or am I so unimportant that you deem me not worthy of such knowledge.

Alexander blinked. It was as though an old man was crammed into his small body, making him seem even more frail and close to death. He was reminded of things he wished long forgotten. And that gave him pause. It would be such a pity to waste such an interesting creature with a high potential of elevating boredom.

- Sir vampire, when you grin, your fangs glint in the moonlight. They could frighten you next victim.

The child's went back to childish and innocent with a touch of wonder. Like two persons trapped in a small, weak body. And what exquisite transformation, Alexander thought; the child's thumb went into his mouth to match that guiltlessness. A waste indeed.

- I am Alexander III. I will let you live, if you will come when beckoned.

Alexander let another grin betray him. The boy stared. His eyes bled like liquid silver.

- I am at your disposal, Sir Alexander.