It has been a long time since I written something so bare with me if its a little messy.
It's so cold...
He thought for a moment in his slumber...He hasn't felt this way since yesterday...But today felt so much more differently...
I feel so dry...
He tried to move, a slight twitch maybe, but he felt so...much numb...Like he was left in the sun...
I'm...Hungry...
With a raging cry, Noctis has thrown the object on top of him flying aside. His red eyes was starting to see textures of the room he was in. It looked so much darker in the room. Huffing in so much hunger, Noctis practically dragged himself out of the object he laid in. He was so dry, wrinkled skin and dizzy. But that did not stop him from his desire to find something. Calling out to his mind to drain, his thirst for Blood.
There was no one within the rooms to aid him. His mind calling out for any help in particular. Thus causing him to search out his hunger himself. His eyes laid upon a displayed large mirror, he couldn't control his strength as his hands gripped against the edges of it and thrown it opened by force. Within laid fragile vial's, the stench of it was breath taking, he couldn't figure out how long he's lay wasted to his horrid state. Without a second Noctis has taken one vial quickly but carefully, clasp opened the lid and begun pouring the red liquid into his mouth.
It was a metallic taste, but it begun to sweeten with a slight tang of bitter. His mind begun pulsing within it's awakening. He couldn't help himself as he drained down a second vial, and than a third. The taste of blood felt too good to be true. And when he felt he has taken enough, he glazed upon his limbs and seen that he was no longer grey and wrinkled, but tender and young. Seeing as his hungry has begun to control itself, it took him a couple of minutes to understand his situation.
But what caught his attention was a figure in the room. It was barely even alive since it looked it barely moved from place. But once he stood to look closer, this caused Noctis to flinch. It was in-deed, probably a maid, but she looked to be nearly decaying. From the looks of ashes, it must had been, so many years ago. By now the body would be too fragile to move, or even if he'd heaved a wind at it. She was dead, and probably in an extremely caused.
Noctis felt he should investigate further, pulling over himself a cape he could savage for now, his weak legs forcing itself to walk. The hallway was darker, but within his vision, he could see the bodies laying around the hall. Holes puncher into the smooth gravel's of the walls, paintings burnt or sliced in half. There were fewer around, but that didn't mean it was less. There were several other bodies in one whole piece, but was drained probably due to dehydration. It was dusty, and it wasn't just natural dusts, it was the ashes of many other vampires who probably suffered much more worsted to loose their physical bodies alone. But than it accrued to Noctis, that some of these bodies weren't of vampires...There were also hunters.
When he came upon the royal throne room, he gasped. It was a massacre. The large room had several bodies around, the moonlight shining within was giving the only view of the rooms current state. And again, not the dust partly covering the whole room, but the ashes of perished vampires. When his eyes laid upon the throne, Noctis was at a brisk to run. It was so much darker there that he had to see for himself. And when he came upon the throne, his eyes glazed upon the body of the familiar, King Regis. Barely half of his body was in tact, his face was grey and drained to become a familuar state of awakening, but his body was in no shape to be restored at all. His fallen father, the vampire king of this fortress, was dead.
King Regis was pierced by a silver sword struct upon his abdomen. It only took a minute for Noctis to noticed the stench of holy water, barely a solid form, but the smell of it was obvious. As he learned that human's had no stronger senses than vampires has to tell the difference of water to holy water.
A coward has killed his father. The kingdom was in ruins now, and there was no one. Not one soul survivor awaken in this time of needs.
Noctis cried out furiously, angered to this as the kingdom itself is shaken by his rage. It didn't take long as the room begun blinking to life. Candles lit itself, the ashes of fallen vampires washed out of the room, the onyx colors begun to shine, the gold upon the thrown returned rich and bright. The original form of the throne room returned into a healthier state. But King Regis has fallen and will never be restored. Noctis, was alone.
Several hours has passed and Noctis was fully clothed now, to what he could only find was a slim blacken pants and a black dress shirt. Wearing over a tight vest and a long jet black cape to look formality as he has. His fathers ashes were collected into a golden urn and placed upon a table endorse by roses. Upon the table would be ashes of Noctis fallen assessors in gold urns as well, but some idiot hunter must had knocked them over. So now the only remains he could make out was his fathers.
"...I do not know how many years has passed father..."
Noctis begun lowly, his eyes closed, as though he was praying.
"I don't ever even remember what has happened, nor what has become of the state of our royal blood line. I'm lonely now... How, how could this has happened?..."
He knew he was questioning the impossible. So he must investigate. Upon what he does not recall. Noctis has been in a massacre before, but this is one where there is no other survivors. So this is something he must do upon his own common knowledge.
As a prince in his slumber, it was told that in ever a situation such as; A king or an appointed council member would leave evidence of the event for any sole survivors. And such would be a vial of blood, specially holding memories of the massacre. Noctis searched every room for for this evidence. Even searching in every servants courtiers, but he was coming out empty handed. And every minute counts, even being so much faster, he was coming in empty. Searching the kingdom twice the more, there was nothing of this evidence.
Noctis sighed, without this evidence, it would only mean that, Noctis would be lonely through out his life of nobility, and that he must begun to somehow find salvation else where, upon his choices.
Coming upon his bedroom, Noctis noticed that there was dried blood somewhere. He followed this smell, and saw that blood was upon his coffin. It was a weak smell, but it was catching his attention. Quickly glancing to his coffin, already taring it apart, there it was! He found the evidence. Covered in a bloody handkerchief, a vial was hidden within. How could he had not noticed it here?
It was the smell of a royal, but he couldn't exact who, common knowledge that vampires do not feed off each other and that a royal shall never shed blood unless it necessary.
Without questioned, Noctis decided to save this moment quickly and comfortably. Seeing as he destroyed his only bed, he sought it was not necessary to be laying in a bed mattress that hardly any vampires would use. But Noctis was in no mood to really find any coffin.
Throwing off his cape, Noctis laid into the bed, slowly pulled off the lid from the vial, the sweet smell of blood pulsing his veins. Noctis hunger slowly grew, but surly he must control the needs as he drained the royal blood down.
Memories begun pulsing within is blood and grew into his mind...These...Where memories of his father...
"Your highness the kingdom of Lucis is under attack!" cried out a figure from within the bedroom of the King.
"What? How is this possible?" King Regis begun, quickly following into a group. Slowly turning to face the king.
"We do not know, it is a group of hunters. Large members of them!"
"Your Highness, we are completely taken by surprise, what shall we do?"
"...What is the state of Prince Noctis?"
"Your Highness, Prince Noctis is in no state to be awaken until another four centuries, please forgive us your majesty but the safety of your people are most important to at hands than your son!"
King Regis glared at the man who has spoken out of terms. Grabbing the man by the shirt and slowly lifting him.
"Do not talk to me as though my son is some commoner! He is a soul essence of the Lucis family! I will not leave my son in an abandon kingdom! Nor shall I let this kingdom fallen! This kingdom, survived eons and eons more! We shall not let this kingdom go to ruins!"
But said man was right. They could not know the current state outside due to the sun rise. completely over run by both hunters and sun, they were forced into retreating. The council's members has disappeared completely before hands, servants and guards fighting to defend the kingdom was too much.
A hunter had found King Regis, But King Regis spare no effort in destroying him. Taken by surprise the King was struct by another hunter but was beheaded. Regis knew he was not going to make it out alive now. But he could never abandon Noctis. Not in such a state at this time. King Regis has come upon Noctis room. Noctis, within...Looked nothing like his state when he awakened. He still looked fairly healthy, he slumbered peacefully at such a horrid time. Regis knew every second was precious. His people was important, but so was Noctis. His only son.
"Noctis...When you awaken...I only hope that you will still be alive...Alive to continue to live your legacy through out eternity...I know I won't survive...But hopefully my son...You will.."
Noctis awaken slowly, hearing those words repeatedly, carefully and cherishing them. It was unknown if the councils have escaped, but Noctis wished his father had abandon him. His father would had still been alive. Should had run away and forgot Noctis. But his father loved Noctis dearly, and Noctis to his father. Now living in this castle, alone, Noctis was a surviving heir of the Lucis kingdom. Rightfully, claimed to be a count.
He would never shed a tear to no one. But there was no one at all. And thus, Noctis sobbed. There was no one...
There's the stories introduction; Hope you guys look forward for more~!