So many times have I been told the stories. Dreadful stories of the creatures that roamed in the dark. The ones that deemed themselves to come out once the sun had descent. Their eyes red, glowing as the devil himself possessed them. Stories of the way they played with a human's life. Their pearly white teeth piercing through the flesh of us and taking away our very light, making it their own.
As a child, these stories haunted me, terrified me as the little lord I once was. The stories that frightened me in my lonely room when the shadows and the moon's light would play images of horror before me. Never had I thought that these creatures would send me to the brink of my imagination and that the desire to meet one would ever arise. The joy that surrounded me, unknowingly from my parents, the joy to come across these creatures, to understand, to hear and feel their supposedly cold flesh against mine. Such wonder filled me to the point of no return.
The way they sought to take what didn't belong to them. The way their powers would deem us little things so very unpowerful, the way they hissed in volumes that were not of man. How much it became my darkest desire to meet one of these creatures. It was forbidden and unholy. It was everything we feared as nobles of the great houses of the land. But, for as much as the sin that filled me to meet one, I too desired nothing to do with royalty. So much was stripped away from me at a young age. Courtship, gatherings, land to overthrow, land to rule; these things seemed so trivial to me when the world was much bigger than this speck of land we had come to take, well, my parents.
That night, I dreamt so very much to end my life. Too much fantasy filled my mind that it hindered my sanity, too much longing for something that led me to the end of my wits. Such a soulless teenager in the midst of unrestful thoughts that I wanted an end to it. Until I met him.
Washed up on the shore, washed up like a dead corpse from another kingdom, washed up on my land as the waves roared their mightiness onto the shore deafening my reason to come to terms with my yelling thoughts.
Cold.
So cold the skin to the touch that it awoke me from my trance. Pale as the bones of my flesh was his skin. Damp honey brown hair stuck to fine pale skin. Yet lips pink and slightly blue due to death that surrounded the body. Not much sense made to me at the time as to why I decided to think a corpse would come to life once again. Perhaps it was a longing within me. A hint of what I so wanted finally came to mind, but nevertheless I sought to save what couldn't be saved.
Until those blue eyes stared at me, turning into a crimson red never known to me before did I realized that finally my wish had come true. Everything I had feared and everything I had wanted was before me, baring it's teeth at me. Perhaps now I would finally have an end to this royalty and I would discover so much more than I would ever in this little piece of land. Until those fangs stopped a mere inches before in fear at a lack; fear rose from the creature before me.
Perhaps I was a little too persistent for a quick end and too eager for a new beginning that had led my fear to subside and instead joy filled my hazel eyes. The creature now feet away from me, cowering down in fear. A frown made itself present to my lips once it darted out the window. My life gained new meaning that day, a new goal to live. Find the creature and make him mine or rather the other way around.
Beautiful was the undead that I was entranced at the mere body that had darted out in a panic. I sought to find what couldn't be found from then on.