Disclaimer: I don't own Redwall or any of its characters. Just my OC Lazerous.
A lone figuer was walking towards the ruins of the old fort Marshank. The wolf smirked as his eyes gave a faint red glow. His fur was grey with streaks of black. His eyes were crimson red and slited like a cat's. He was dressed in dark, demon-like armor with it's long black cape flowing with the wind as he walked. In the center of the cuirass was a red jewel of sorts. On his back was a large sword that was as black as night, as if it reflected it's wielder's soul. (Soulbrand from Demon's Souls)
The wolf reached the center of the ruined fort. Long ago, this old fort was home to the tyrant, Badrang and his loyal followers. He ruled Marshank with an iron fist, capturing slaves and making them work almost endlessly. Slaves who slacked or caused trouble were thrown into the prison pit, which was where the wolf was currently standing over. Badrang was eventually killed by Martin the Warrior, a slave turned hero who had once been Badrang's captive. However, the cost of victory was high. Among all the lives lost, his lover, Rose of Noonvale, also perished in the battle.
Afterwards, Martin departed Noonvale, vowing to never return for the memory of Rose would linger too greatly. Overtime, Martin founded and built Redwall, and was eventually laid to rest beneath the great abby. He is featured in a tapastry as a great symbol to all of Redwall's inhabitants.
The wolf gazed into the prison pit he stood over, grinning. This was where Badrang was slain and his body was left to rot in the pit. He placed his hand over the pit and a black and red glow started eminiating from his hand. "This is it." he whispered as the dark energy flowed from his hand and into the pit. "This is where it'll all start." he said as the last of the energy left his hand. He let out a sinister snicker "Cant wait to see their reactions when the past comes back to haunt them." he said as he backed up a few steps. No sooner had he done so, a hand burst out of the ground from the pit, then the rest of the body franticly pulls itself out of the ground, gasping and screaming.
The creature was a stoat with dark and light grey fur. His cloths and cape were tattered and worn with age. His eyes were yellow with blood red pupils. After he managed to calm down he looked around slowly. "wh..where...am I? What happened..." he asked in a ragged voice. "You've been reborn." A voice behind him said. The stoat quickly turned to see a black-clad wolf leaning down towards the pit, staring at him. "Who are you?" The stoat asked, or rather demanded, despite felling a little nervouse towards the wolf. Said wolf smiled darkly befor repling "Name's Lazerous. Soon to be lord of vampires, at your service." he said in a somewhat playful tone. He bent down and exteded his hand towards the stoat, offering to pull him out of the prison pit. "Welcome back to the world of the living...Badrang."
Badrang, after a moment's hesitation, reached out and grabbed the offered hand and was pulled out of the pit. He looked at Lazerous who called himself "soon to be lord of vampires" up and down, trying to size him up a bit. He seemed to be no taller than him. Then he asked a question he's been meaning to ask "Did you just say "vampires"?" Lazerous only nooded. "Rediculous! Their just stories." Lazerous chuckled slightly at the stoat's skeptisim. "Oh they're real alright. Just as I am. And you." he said. Badrang looked confused, and slightly annoyed. "What are you talking about? You better explain yourself if you want to leave here alive!" He threatened. Lazerous frowned. "I mean, I used my powers to rssurrect you. You're a vampire now." he said calmly.
"What!" Badrang shouted. "oh come on. Surly you can feel it? That hunger, slowly building up inside you. It's the hunger...for blood." Lazerous said. Badrang was silent for a moment before saying "I never asked for such a thing! To be brought back to life like...THIS!" "Technicly, you're still dead. Vampires are undead. Why do you think we sleep in coffens? Sheesh, I just raised your sorry ass from the dead. Try showing a little appreciation! Besides, I thought you would've enjoyed the oppertunity for vengence." Badrang stopped fumming and stared at the wolf. Lazerous tried another approach "Look, think about it this way. Being a vampire can give you powers the likes of which you cant imagin, as long as you play you cards right. Sure, we do need to drink blood, otherwise we'd grow weak, but its a small price to pay. Isnt that what you types crave most? Unlimited power?" he said. Badrang took all this in as he began to think. The thought of such power WAS aquite a pleasing thought. Plus, this wolf promised him vengence against the little runt who killed him.
Lazerous spoke again "Come with me, and you'll have both power and revenge. Or if you prefer, I could simply take back the dark energy I pumped in you to reanimate you in which you'll be reduced back to dust and I bury you back in the pit. Whatever, your choice" After a few moments, Badrang made his decision. "I'd love nothing more than to get my vangence on that damn runt, Martin the so-called "Warrior" Alright, matey, I'm in." Lazerous smirked "And you won't regret it either. Come on then, let's go feed, then I'll show you whats been going on in the world while you've been dead." And with that, the great evil plot has begun as the two vampires left the ruins of Marshank...