Castlvania Fanfiction:

The Crimson Fang

Chapter Two-The Dead that Walk the Night

Three nights had passed since my death, 72 hours in which the sun did not break the forest sky. Thus was the way of Walters ebony stone. He had taught me what it meant to be a vampire, what would destroy me and where I would receive power. Finally he sent me out to feed, my skin was pale showing I needed blood. Without my prior human compassion I was no longer a pathetic being. I knew whom I could feed from; it would be a rather humorous slaughter.

I crept closer to my house; my family would be greatly elated to see me. No one had come back from that forest alive. I knocked on the door to be greeted by my younger sister, her eyes went wide and a smile went onto her face, "Mother! Mother!" she screamed running into the house. I followed her into the dining room where my father and mother now stood, my mother rain to me and hugged me tightly. Her body warmed me. Her blood flowed warmly… it would be perfect. My father spoke "So your actually alive' I smirked reveiling my fangs, "No father, as a matter of fact I am not" I bite into my mom, my first taste of blood, oh had great it was I couldn't even hear the scream that was released from my little sister or the clumber as my father grabbed a kitchen knife. I dropped her dead body, and my dad stabbed me through the chest I but laughed and the puny wound, "What… what have you become." I spoke simply "I am The Dead that Walk the Night" I snapped his neck and as I did I let out a tear. I killed him… and now I wouldn't be able to drink his blood.

I turned to my sister who now sat crying in fear in the corner. I knelt beside her and smiled "Picka boo I see you." I said it imitating what we would say in our old games of hide and go seek. Oh that game was our favourite one would hide and the other would seek for the hidden one, and when they saw that being they would scream 'Picka boo I see you' oh how childish we were. As I said it I wrapped my arms around her.

A scream of a young girl filled the air; the animals stopped chitterling, human blood had been spilled…

Never was there ever blood quite like her, it was so succulent and so scrumptious, it was virgin blood, by far the sweetest I have ever tasted, Virgin blood… the purest of the pure. The younger the better I have found in my long years, but with youth comes a smaller body which houses less blood. Thus the good blood is almost never found. I do believe my little sister was the greatest euphoria I have ever witnessed. I do know no blood has ever been quite so sweet as my little sister's, who's soul never knew pain nor violence the night I took her life… truly was she pure indeed, so unbelievably pure that even the memory of drinking form her little frame fills my mind with elated thoughts of the horrific feeding I performed in.

I returned to Walters castle, I was in a strange but fulfilling euphoria. I saw Walter and he spoke "My child… My child… tell me of your first hunt, how did it feel,"

I told him my story and his eyes began to glow like black flames "You fed on one with such pure blood? And didn't bring it back for me instead!"

"How would I have known her blood was ever so sweet?" he defied

"You could have smelled in the air as the girl hid in fear! You lei to me so openly and think you can get away with it?"

"I am not a child you cannot punish me you beast!"

"Beast? I am your master I am your lord I will punish you accordingly!"

You are just angry you didn't get that ever succulent blood, you are just jealous you never fed with such greatness and you haven't tasted the blood of one so pure!"

"You should have brought her to me you pathetic urchin" he roared,

"Her life was mine, her blood was mine, it was I to decide her death!"

"What do you know of death? You're an idiot, you know nothing, you are nothing I won't let you have a second chance… You think you understand! You think you know what death is? Or who controls it for that matter! You are nothing! I should have killed you and not turned you… you have made me sad… you have brought me great depression. I always looked forward to turning you… but you ended up a snivelling little brat! Just howmuch do you know about death"

A large dark shadow of a spectre rose from behind me. I turned to be greeted by a heavy scythe and a cackle

"I will show you true death…"