The battle field was empty all but for one man who was alone. The unnamed soldier had a grin on his lips, death was what he liked, no not liked, loved. 'Oh what a feast' he thought, his grin only widening. He went down on his knees and performed an act that the devil would grimace at, he started to eat the bodies devouring the corpses not caring how long it would take to eat them all. 'What year is it?' he thought, 'ah 1192, so many good feeds', soon this unnamed soldier would have to go to sleep, it had been a good few hundred years. His red eyes gleamed , they seemed entrancing and had satisfaction dancing in them. This soldier truly was a vampire, no he was truly the king of vampires.