Remus of the Shadow Line

Okay. I'd like to thank everyone who read the first chapter of my story and especially those who reviewed it and encouraged me to continue writing. This includes my ::cough:: charming….friend Alex, Huntress_Saber, .Skipscum, NyAngel, Dark Nites, Anubis, Askani, Liitle One, and finally, Jiasa Stormcloud, whom I would like to thank desperately for her review which gave me a better hold on what I'd like Remus to become. Thank you all SO SO much! I have a better idea on the plot now, thanks to you. Okay, enough of my ramblings, here's the chapter, or prologue, I should say..on Remus of the Shadow Line.

Shadow in the Darkness

Prologue: It is said that some are born, not bitten. If this is true, if there was only one vampire in the world that could fit this description, it would be Remus of Shadow. The dark, if not evil, mysterious, powerful, yet dashing and aristocratic creature one wouldn't see in the realms of the most twisted passageways in the deepest dungeons of the mind. No one knows for sure how old he is. No one knows for sure how he came to be. He just is, and for that, if for no other reason, fear him for what he is. A childe of the twilight. Created by the night, trained by the darkness, living the life he was meant to live in the shadows of our realm. The only being of his sort that ever was. The only being of his sort that ever will be. Remus, creator of the line with only one member, Remus of the Shadow line.

But just who is this…this spot of darkness buried deep inside the ebony sky? This secret within secrets? This so-called evil among the evil….? Some claim to know. Some say he fought Death itself to keep it from overtaking him while he was in the prime of his life. They claim his reward for challenging and conquering Death was an eternal life in which he kept his very soul. The soul, which most of his kind have lost forever to the always burning, forever incinerating, never-wavering fires of Hell. Perhaps this accounts for his fickle nature. The tendancy to get to know and politely associate with others until he finally bores of them and slaughters them on the spot.

But wait just one moment…is this actually true..? Few, if any, actually know. Of course, there are rumors.. Such is the mystery and captivation of Remus. One of the most popular theories on this incredible, fearful immortal is that his choice victims are the descendants of those that once harassed and abused his family when he was alive. Has he heard of this theory? Yes. Does he encourage it? No one would know. And does he deny it..? He neither denies it, nor accounts that it is true. That is the nature of Remus; to let others do and think what they will.

Yet, what else do we actually know about this gentlemanly creature of the night? That is an inconceivably restricted subject. Well, he's quite curteous and a firm believer in maintaining proper etiquette. So long as one keeps him entertained and refrains from annoying him, he should take somewhat of a liking to that person and engage in short conversation with them. Many who come out of the conversation alive soon realize that however much they told Remus about themselves, they learned absolutely nothing about him. Such is the clever Remus. The pride and glory of the midnight hour. The shadow…hidden in the darkness.