Sorry it took so long, I'll try and make updates more often, I promise!!!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The vampire had gone far, he traveled through out the entirety of the night, escaping the forest with his own vampire prowess. His blood shouted at him that the light would burn him. That the sun itself would kill him. And thus he hid in the cave; he went deep into the earth and lay against the wall. But sleep he could not. Not yet at least, he knew he had done something and need to know what powers he had. His mind wrapped around a fist-sized rock, not a meter away. It began to shake and tremble, it began to rise slowly into the air shaking violently on spot. Then it shattered, stone debris flying ever which way. Joachim tried it on many rocks and stones around the area, he tried it many times, and eventually he was asleep.

Joachim awoke not remembering even having fallen asleep. But what awaited his now open eyes was fearsome beyond measure. An amour clad man with a helmet bore a cross-shaped visor. The man spoke "By the name of the Father, The son And the Holy Spirit. By the word of the pope and the holy trinity though fiend shalt taste thy blessed metal and thy terror shalt end." In the man's hand their was a large and long sword ready to plunge into Joachim's heart.

Joachim panicked, it was a holy man. As the blade came to his body it stopped. Joachim smirked knowing it was his mind, and as if with some devil-begotten pride he threw the man across the cave into the wall and then ran for it. He ran out into the night and fled across the night forest he found himself in. he heard it long before he reached it, he was at a water fall. And the man was closing in behind him.

Joachim concentrated and made himself rise, and he hovered himself down the waterfall and to the other side of the river, he then ran again. Leaving the man far, far behind. Little did Joachim know that this man would be the cause of his own terror his own melancholy. Little did Joachim know, this man would be his vice.

A smile cursed its way across the dark figures face, since its last entry into its dark journal it had changed its writing style, it called itself in third person, it liked it… it made it feel like it was talking about another being and not itself. It made it feel almost human.