Disclaimer: this is the only one in the story so remember it. I do not own magic the gathering or any character or card other than the ones i make up. if i did own it, this story would probably be a new line of cards or somethin.

A/N:i got this idea having a draft tournament with my friends but some things are cards and others are not so please just keep an open mind. Im gonna try to update every week but it might not work out. highschool. enough said. but also im gonna try not to post until the next chapter is up. enjoy.

The beast snarled as the man blasted yet another lightning bolt into its side. His long blonde hair and black leather trench coat getting blown back by the energy discharge. The magical bolt lighting up his face to show his strong jaw and bright green eyes with his mouth curling into a white smile as he readied his next spell and…

"VICTOR!"

Victor looked up from his daydreaming to see his boss walking toward him from across the small general store looking angry. He sighed as his boss started yet another lecture on how his job was to watch the store and not wander off to "pointless fantasies".

'Ha, just you wait. Soon I'll have enough money to quit this "important job" and those "pointless fantasies" will be the only thing on my mind.' Thought Victor but what he said was "Yes sir."

"Good. Now get behind the counter and don't wander off. I need you to stay late today and restock. Ok? Or is that too much work for you?" the store owner jeered at Victor as his smile twisted into a cruel smirk. "No sir it's fine." Victor replied through clenched teeth.

Three hours later found Victor still grumbling over his jerk of a boss, sweeping the floor, and thinking of hundreds of ways he could punish his boss before he quit next month. He took the stock, which took two more hours. It was long after curfew when he finally locked up the store. He was dressed in a long sleeve cloth shirt and pants with an old brown leather trench coat over it all. He had shaggy brown hair that shadowed his upper face with icy blue eyes that shined through the shadow. With a sharp jaw and unimposing figure, Victor was the exact opposite of his fantasy self. He sighed as he started toward his own cottage.

His village was one of the largest in the world, but that wasn't saying much. It was maybe a mile long, lodged in a ravine where very few earthquakes if any ever occur. Same goes for the Roil. His own living space was at the other end the entire town.

While walking through town, Victor felt strange, like he was being watched. That's when he noticed the shadow. It was on top of one of the buildings lining the street and was out of his line of sight before he could react. Victor new someone, or something was following him. Now that he knew that he was being tailed, he noticed it a lot more. Always out of the corner of his eye, always too fast to get a good look at. But it appeared to have a human figure. But that didn't eliminate elves, kor, or… well, Victor didn't want to think of what else it could be. Then it ran in front of him faster than he could see. But he felt the wind. He didn't flinch, he didn't falter in step, and he didn't even blink.

But he did gasp a quick intake of breath from surprise. It was almost imperceptible… almost. But it was enough. He heard a thud that sounded like feet hitting the ground. It didn't care about stealth anymore; it was time for the hunt. And Victor was the prey. Victor took off at a sprint. He sprinted in a straight line, hoping to outlast it. But he could still hear it. It tirelessly matched his stride. Just a bit off beat so he could hear the footsteps. It was playing with him. He dodged between two houses, knocking over crates and boxes in an attempt to slow the thing down. It effortlessly jumped over the debris. Dodging into another alley he came face to face with a wall twice as high as himself. This was not hard. Victor was maybe 5'4" while not extremely short; he was not tall and was that much farther from being the impressive adventurer he aspired to be.

Hearing the steady thumps of someone walking forced Victor to turn around.

"Poor little sun-dweller out past curfew. And to think, you might have survived if it wasn't so close to suppertime." Purred a voice so feminine and velvety smooth that it sent shivers down Victors spine. Into the dim light of the moon shining between the roofs walked a girl who appeared to be about the same age as Victor, maybe a year older. She had pale flawless skin. He knew this because a lot of it was showing through the revealing clothes she had on. She wore a crop top that seemed almost closer to a bra and a loincloth, along with manacles not attached to anything and metal shoulder protectors. Over it all she wore a cloak of black cloth. She was holding in her right hand a wickedly sharp looking curved knife. But it wasn't this that frightened Victor. It wasn't even the red eyes that glowed like rubies in the moonlight as they looked Victor up and down.

"You-you're a vampire; aren't you?" He asked. What frightened Victor the most was when he asked this question, the girl just smiled, showing her white fangs! He dropped to his knees.

'So this is it? No adventures? No saving people and making friends everywhere? I can't even live long enough to quit my terrible job. I'm gonna die here. Sucked dry and found in the morning. Remembered as the unlucky shop boy then forgotten. Not mourned, not loved.' With this bitter thought a single tear broke through his closed eye's and ran down to drip off the tip of his nose. The girl's voice lost its unnatural attractiveness as she spoke normally, "I'll make it quick." She moved forward, but Victor's train of thought wasn't finished.

'Not loved. Not satisfied. Not recognized. Not fulfilled. Not ready to DIE!' Victor screamed in his mind.

The vampire girl felt terrible. Besides what everyone thought, vampires were not complete monsters, but humans with an incurable disease. Their bodies absorbed mana and used it to anchor their souls to their bodies. They had to feed on blood to sustain their physical state. But she still had feelings. She had chosen Victor because he was an orphan. He lived by himself and was ignored by everyone in the town. This way no one would miss him. But when she saw him collapse, not with terror or panic, but with an intense sadness of an unloved boy's unfulfilled life, her heart went out to him. Now it was a mercy killing, for this boy in front of her, was living in hell, and it was a lonely, torturing existence. As she moved to end his life, she felt something wrap around her leg. It was an ivy plant. A vine had grown off the wall and wrapped around her.

'But that's not right' she thought as it pricked her skin, 'Ivy doesn't have thorns.' At that moment the thorns extended to the size of swords, stabbing completely through her ankle. She screamed and more came down to do the same. She was stabbed through in several places and hanging in the air when Victor raised his head, his eyes glowing emerald green. Then he blinked and his eyes turned red as a crimson flame.

"Incinerate." Victor said in a strange doubled voice that seemed to vibrate with raw untapped power and incredible potential. The girl automatically started feeling warm. Then the vines caught fire and a large bonfire appeared below her. She screamed as she was burned. When the fire disappeared she was still standing.

"Huh, you think a little heat will get rid of me?" she yelled. She ran at him with her knife ready. His eye's flashed to a black glow.

"Summon: Skeleton." Victor said calmly in the magic voice. The knife was knocked off course by an arm shooting out of the ground and grabbing her arm so it only nicked his cheek. The skeleton pulled itself out of the ground only to be dispatched by a quick high kick knocking its head off. "Shadow feed." Said Victor as his shadow grew and enveloped the skeleton then returned to his body causing the cut on his cheek healing instantly. She rushed Victor again while his eyes flashed blue.

"Damage Counter." He stated causing the vampire girl to get knocked back. Walking towards her his eyes flashed white. They both started to float up into the air as he readied the finishing blow. She closed her eyes and waited for the end.

"Iona's Judge…" he began but trailed off. The vampire girl opened her eyes as the magic around her slipped away. He had fallen unconscious. The strain of using mana had knocked him out.

'This boy used all five mana, and it was so raw powerful. But it was obviously newly awakened. I mean, he's unconscious; his body is clearly not used to channeling mana. This one could be useful.' She thought. With that, she threw Victor over her shoulder and sped off into the night.

A/N: yes i know the vampire being a main character is highly cliche thanks to the living hell that is twilight. but please dont let it ruin your idea of this story. there will be no male stripper/wolves or shining guys that wear more makeup than the girls. and yes i have seen twilight thnx to the forcement of friends and family and can judge from experience. anyway, this will not be the big mushy "monster has a heart" that everyone accosiates with vampire stories these days.

p.s. just think of her as a badass chick since ive already said that vampires are infected humans and therefore have coherent thoughts other than "BLOOD!"

Cards used this chapter:

Iona's judgement- banish target creature card from the game.

Summon skeleton- just a normal black creature card. (He says "Summon" before he actually gets the creature.

Shadowfeed- remove target card in the graveyard from the game, you gain one life.

Incinerate- target creature or player loses five life.

Damage counter- prevent all damage dealt to target player this turn. (im not sure if this is the correct name but it was extremely annoying. I hate going up against blue decks!)