Chapter 1: Introduction
My name is Dante Alexander, Dante after the great writer and poet and Alexander in honour of my father. If you saw me in the street you may not notice anything unusual, I am of normal build although I carry my shoulders with pride, I am tall but not freakishly, my nose is straight and I have a small circular scar on my cheek with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair but here is the kicker. I died on the 22nd of July 1887, a day after my 21st birthday. I rose from the dead hours after burial with a thirst for blood but before we get into that I would like to share the events of my change.
I was to visit home a day after my birthday to see my father and sisters, I would of visited sooner but the house my wife, daughter and I own is a day's ride away, before reaching the family house I stopped at a local tavern, I hoped that a drink would settle my nerves and help me muster my courage as you must know no family is without its problems. My father Alexander was a priest and calls me his only sin as my mother was a travelling fortune teller that wandered into the church one night for warmth after her carriage was flooded she was not a woman of god and although I daren't say it I didn't think my father was much a man of god, five years after my birth she left although I missed her, I understood. My father moved on quickly a week after mother left he met Marie, I didn't hate her and after 2 years I couldn't hate her. She sired twins, two girls: Pepper and Jane.
I entered the bar and found a table next to a drunk Irish I called for a beer and a moment later it arrived by the hand of a pretty lass "you're new. I'm Claire" she said in a smooth Irish accent "yes I'm visiting thanks" I replied whilst she eyed me up "do you have a name stranger?" in the same smooth accent, was everyone Irish here because I was sure my father lived in England, "Dante" I answered very end of conversation like and handed her the silver coin she turned round making sure to stick her rear out she looked back " well Dante if you need anything else just call" she said lustfully with a wink. I enjoyed my drink for a while watching the people talk, my concentration was suddenly broken by a woman's shriek and "LIAM. NO. STOP!" I looked over to see the drunken Irish grabbing the hem of Claire's dress trying to get his hands under it. This is where childhood comes round to kick you in the ass, after watching my father resent my mother for 5 years I hated men like this Liam, I stood and walked over I spun Liam round so his back was against the bar he had long dark hair brown eyes a crooked bruised nose and was missing a few teeth, a poor fighter "buddy leave the girl alone" I told him "why? What are you to her? Her brother? Her lover? Her protector?" he slurred then swung a right which hit my face like a brick I recovered instantly and as if instinct swung a left which dazed him and then firmly planted my right boot in her chest, he flew over the bar with a clash of glasses. I gave Claire a gold coin "for anything I may have broken" I downed my pint and grabbed Liam by the scruff of the neck I walked out the door.
The sun was casting the orange in the sky and it was time to go meet daddy dearest.
If you want more I'd like a few comments pwease, there's obviously grammar problems, in the next chapter I will introduce the family and the man who will bite Dante and comment if you want more Liam or more Claire.