Introduction
The window lay open as it was a hot night and Syrus paced his room in his large Irish enraged by the heat of the night as it was dusk and his eyes still refused to stay closed. As he laid his head down to his pillow, he thought he saw something swoop past his head. He shrugged it off believing it was a sleep deprived induced hallucinations, until he saw it again. The third time he fled to his window to see what this swooping animal was. Seconds after he stuck his head out the ground level room of his home he felt a hand go over his mouth from behind and before he could fight back he awoke and a dim lighted cave perched against a cave, when he tried to move he felt a great pain running through his body. He looked over the gaunt faced man over the fire "who are you" he croaked to the mysterious man. The man made his way over to him, hands drenched in blood, with a slight but noticeable limp, face still hidden. As he grew closer, Syrus could feel his pulse quicken. Finally he could see the man's face, it seemed oddly familiar. "Hello Syrus". All of sound of his name being called made his heart skip a beat, "How do you know my name" he asked in a voice much higher then his own. "There are many things I cannot yet explain to you this moment" the kidnapper revealed. Syrus rose to his feet despite the pain and followed the man to the fire and gathered his courage "Who in the hell are you and where am I" he said fronting a brave act. Instead of angering the man as he wanted, the man smiled and replied, "In time, in time". That was the last thing he said the rest of the night despite the insults, curses, and pleads to return him. After almost an hour of this Syrus crawled in to the opposite end of the cave, waiting for his fate to reveal itself to him. The morning arrived in a hurry, and when Syrus started to pick himself off the dusty cave floor he felt a sharp pain in his body, pain worse then the night before. When he looked to his right, he was startled to find the man was standing just feet from him, seemingly studying him. "Good morning Syrus" the man said in a mocking tone. "Who...are...you?" he asked in a seemingly agitated voice. "That is simple, my name is Ian Brinsk, Vampire General" he said with a grin. "Ha-bloody-ha. Now who the hell are you?" he inquired.
"You are skeptical, and rightfully so but I can prove my self to you, come here feel this wall" Syrus walked apprehensively to the wall and tapped it. "Alright, you've felt for yourself, it is stone solid, I am going to punch a dent in to the wall with the slightest of ailments to my hands" as he cracked his neck from side to side, he looked over towards Syrus gave a wink, and then, a blur coming from where his arm was struck the wall with the oddest of sounds. The results were astounding; there was a large, newly formed crevice in the seemingly solid wall. 'Am I sure that wall is solid' a variety of questions ran through his mind. He looked towards Mr. Brinsk who was looking quite pleased with him self, and when he felt Syrus' eyes fall upon him he flashed a devilish grin. All of a sudden a somber look fell upon his face making his seemingly young face age 5 years. There is no easy way to say this; you are a half-vampire now". Syrus searched deep in to his eyes looking for some hint of a lie, he had always prided him self on catching people on their lies. He found nothing. "No. No, no, no, no. It's not possible because... because..." he trailed off. "Why can it not be? I have proved to you that I am what I say, if you refuse to believe that, will you recognize that I am no ordinary being? And further yet, that in the years to come you, Syrus Connell, will be a vampire as well. I am sorry." He fought himself for hours on this issue. When darkness fell on their surroundings, Mr. Brinsk Approached him, "Now we hunt" he said licking his lips and flashing his devilish grin as before. As we started out of the cave, even in just he very beginning of the hunt he was running at speeds he'd never reached before, skepticism began leaving him as he began tracking a family of deer by scent leading the alleged vampire. Finally, they found their prey sleeping in a large group hidden by large plants. He felt like a savage killing these beautiful defenseless creatures but he couldn't stop him self, his instincts were too strong. When they returned to the cave, they were hardly out of breath. "So I'm a half-vampire?" Syrus inquired. "Aye" was the singular response from Mr. Brinsk "So..., what now..." he asked coming to terms with his fate. "Now; we teach your body and your mind the ways of my... our clan" he said with a dopey grin on his young face. He proceeded to explain that the vampires were in a great war with their blood cousins, the vampaneze. Also he continued to explain about what the differences between humans and vampires were such as age, strength, and speed and also the differences between half-vampires and vampires. "There are downsides to being a vampire Syrus, it's not all glamour. Now being a part of the vampire clan, you will never be able to associate with your family". "That's no problem, my father is dead and my mother doesn't care.
"Well, one out of two isn't bad." Brinsk revealed, as if prodding Syrus to ask further. "Wha-What's that supposed to mean?" "Do you recall how when I told you about the war we are in, about the human assistants on both the sides of the vampires and vampaneze?" Syrus nodded. "Well, your father a leader of the Vampirites. We shall be meeting with him soon, tomorrow in fact. For the rest of the night, Syrus questioned Brinsk about his father but he would reveal no more. All he spoke about was the way of war tactics used by vampires and they trained. Though Syrus was much weaker than the vampire but his father had taught him how to fight when he was younger so Brinsk could not teach him much. An hour of sparring, they retired to their fire lit cave.
The window lay open as it was a hot night and Syrus paced his room in his large Irish enraged by the heat of the night as it was dusk and his eyes still refused to stay closed. As he laid his head down to his pillow, he thought he saw something swoop past his head. He shrugged it off believing it was a sleep deprived induced hallucinations, until he saw it again. The third time he fled to his window to see what this swooping animal was. Seconds after he stuck his head out the ground level room of his home he felt a hand go over his mouth from behind and before he could fight back he awoke and a dim lighted cave perched against a cave, when he tried to move he felt a great pain running through his body. He looked over the gaunt faced man over the fire "who are you" he croaked to the mysterious man. The man made his way over to him, hands drenched in blood, with a slight but noticeable limp, face still hidden. As he grew closer, Syrus could feel his pulse quicken. Finally he could see the man's face, it seemed oddly familiar. "Hello Syrus". All of sound of his name being called made his heart skip a beat, "How do you know my name" he asked in a voice much higher then his own. "There are many things I cannot yet explain to you this moment" the kidnapper revealed. Syrus rose to his feet despite the pain and followed the man to the fire and gathered his courage "Who in the hell are you and where am I" he said fronting a brave act. Instead of angering the man as he wanted, the man smiled and replied, "In time, in time". That was the last thing he said the rest of the night despite the insults, curses, and pleads to return him. After almost an hour of this Syrus crawled in to the opposite end of the cave, waiting for his fate to reveal itself to him. The morning arrived in a hurry, and when Syrus started to pick himself off the dusty cave floor he felt a sharp pain in his body, pain worse then the night before. When he looked to his right, he was startled to find the man was standing just feet from him, seemingly studying him. "Good morning Syrus" the man said in a mocking tone. "Who...are...you?" he asked in a seemingly agitated voice. "That is simple, my name is Ian Brinsk, Vampire General" he said with a grin. "Ha-bloody-ha. Now who the hell are you?" he inquired.
"You are skeptical, and rightfully so but I can prove my self to you, come here feel this wall" Syrus walked apprehensively to the wall and tapped it. "Alright, you've felt for yourself, it is stone solid, I am going to punch a dent in to the wall with the slightest of ailments to my hands" as he cracked his neck from side to side, he looked over towards Syrus gave a wink, and then, a blur coming from where his arm was struck the wall with the oddest of sounds. The results were astounding; there was a large, newly formed crevice in the seemingly solid wall. 'Am I sure that wall is solid' a variety of questions ran through his mind. He looked towards Mr. Brinsk who was looking quite pleased with him self, and when he felt Syrus' eyes fall upon him he flashed a devilish grin. All of a sudden a somber look fell upon his face making his seemingly young face age 5 years. There is no easy way to say this; you are a half-vampire now". Syrus searched deep in to his eyes looking for some hint of a lie, he had always prided him self on catching people on their lies. He found nothing. "No. No, no, no, no. It's not possible because... because..." he trailed off. "Why can it not be? I have proved to you that I am what I say, if you refuse to believe that, will you recognize that I am no ordinary being? And further yet, that in the years to come you, Syrus Connell, will be a vampire as well. I am sorry." He fought himself for hours on this issue. When darkness fell on their surroundings, Mr. Brinsk Approached him, "Now we hunt" he said licking his lips and flashing his devilish grin as before. As we started out of the cave, even in just he very beginning of the hunt he was running at speeds he'd never reached before, skepticism began leaving him as he began tracking a family of deer by scent leading the alleged vampire. Finally, they found their prey sleeping in a large group hidden by large plants. He felt like a savage killing these beautiful defenseless creatures but he couldn't stop him self, his instincts were too strong. When they returned to the cave, they were hardly out of breath. "So I'm a half-vampire?" Syrus inquired. "Aye" was the singular response from Mr. Brinsk "So..., what now..." he asked coming to terms with his fate. "Now; we teach your body and your mind the ways of my... our clan" he said with a dopey grin on his young face. He proceeded to explain that the vampires were in a great war with their blood cousins, the vampaneze. Also he continued to explain about what the differences between humans and vampires were such as age, strength, and speed and also the differences between half-vampires and vampires. "There are downsides to being a vampire Syrus, it's not all glamour. Now being a part of the vampire clan, you will never be able to associate with your family". "That's no problem, my father is dead and my mother doesn't care.
"Well, one out of two isn't bad." Brinsk revealed, as if prodding Syrus to ask further. "Wha-What's that supposed to mean?" "Do you recall how when I told you about the war we are in, about the human assistants on both the sides of the vampires and vampaneze?" Syrus nodded. "Well, your father a leader of the Vampirites. We shall be meeting with him soon, tomorrow in fact. For the rest of the night, Syrus questioned Brinsk about his father but he would reveal no more. All he spoke about was the way of war tactics used by vampires and they trained. Though Syrus was much weaker than the vampire but his father had taught him how to fight when he was younger so Brinsk could not teach him much. An hour of sparring, they retired to their fire lit cave.