Chapter 4

Tom Mercer stepped forward and reached into the box, he raised the contents out for all to see. A sword, a damn big sword he thought to himself, the curved blade was 6 foot long by itself, not to mention the hilt and handle. The hilt consisted of a skull with fangs. It was a true work of art. He starred at it in the glass case they had set it up in the museum. Tom had been given permission to stay to study his find more. Kelly brought him a cup of tea.

"You think there's anything in what they said was written on the box?" she asked

"Don't tell me you believe all that mumbo jumbo Kel? That's just the guy who put it in there's security system for the old days when people still believed the bogeyman was after them.

Yeti's don't exist, there's no Egyptian mummy running around the pyramids and there's no such thing as vampires."

She smiled warmly at his half sarcastic but still reassuring comments. Unknown to them they were being watched, a skylight above them served as a peep hole for the vampire hunter, blade turned away from the skylight after seeing this mighty sword. must talk to whistler.

Now he was awake he had to know what had happened where was he, why was he there?

He looked around, in the dark he could see but not well enough. He saw an old torch attached to the wall. He tried to light it with the magic he had used so many times, but nothing happened.

"Hmmm, too weak, need to feed!"

noticed in one corner some of the bricks of this place had come loose. He collected the torch and a brick off the ground and after a few attempts striking the brick against the wall a spark lit the torch, making it burn slowly. He glanced around, the walls were painted with huge murals depicting him. Looking around he saw this was nothing more then a large room, empty other then the slab he had been laid on and the steps in the corner. He started up them and chuckled to himself when he realised the were incomplete. A gap of about 15 feet between the top portion of the steps and the ones he was on. With a simple leap he came just short of the step, latching on with his hand and pulling himself up. Cursing himself for not making the jump due to his weakness he continued out of his tomb in search of a FEED.

He continued to the top of the steps and came to a wall depicting himself asleep on the slab he had just risen from. He looked to see if it was a door , in the end he decided he didn't care and started to hammer the wall with his fists, finally it cracked, for the first time in, he didn't know how long, he was to walk the streets of this world and install fear once more.

A young girl was walking home from a party, she was dressed in a short black skirt, fishnets, a black leather corset, a typical Gothic girl. Her long black and red hair was blown across her face from the wind. She turned into an alleyway to escape the wind for a moment, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a hair band, swiftly she tied her hair into a tight ponytail. She noticed the alley had very quickly become full of a thick fog. She couldn't even see the entrance to the alley although she knew it was a mere three feet away to her left. She looked around thinking one of the buildings to either side of the alley was on fire, in the fog she could see, or thought she could see a pair of yellow eyes. She squinted trying to see as the hand grasped her throat, suddenly the rest of the face materialised around the eyes, white skin, white hair, fangs.

"You have a great honour, you are my first victim in centuries" a loud menacing voice spoke, and trailed of into a maniacal, malevolent laugh. The girl screamed as the blood left her body and travelled through the air into the vampires mouth. He felt his strength returning slowly, his first feed in, how many years? He was still unsure. He took the girls coat and scarf, they were small but until he knew more about where he was and had his strength back something to cover himself with was a very good idea, he left the body on the ground as he walked from the alleyway. He looked around, a large clock to one side of him, and a river very near by. He saw a group of five young men coming towards him and he slid the scarf to cover his face, the trench coat covering as much as possible.

The youths approached him, all were wearing trainers, jeans, white hooded tops and burberry baseball caps. They saw the figure up ahead in the black trench coat and decided to have some fun with the 'goff'. They approached and started hurling insults and abuse

"Oi freak"

"you fucking goff"

"Hey Satan"

"Don't guys he'll curse us" they all laughed. And then they realised he was laughing too, and there was something very eerie about his laugh. It almost seemed to be inside there heads.

"Satan? No, much, much worse for you, I'm real" with that he spun round to face them and pulled the scarf from his face, the group of townies stared wide eyed at the figure before them. His Hand thrust at one of them and ripped his throat out, he snapped the neck of a second, threw the third into the wall and the fourth he grabbed and hit repeatedly in the chest, feeling each rib break under the blows. With the knowledge he would die slowly and painfully the vampire threw him to the ground and stalked the one he had thrown into the wall. Lifting the terrified youth up by the neck he brought his face inches from his own.

"Your disgusting, a snivelling worm, absolutely pathetic, I may have slept for centuries but I am still not hungry enough to stoop to feed from you"

"W….w….what are you" the crying youth utter, knowing and dreading the answer all at the same time, he could see the fangs all to clear, but they couldn't be real right? Vampires were just stories.

"I am the Vampire lord Kain, I am going to spare your life for you will tell this world I am coming for what is mine. Now what is this place?

"L…London, London, England."

"And where is the Soul Reaver?"

"The what? I…I don't know what that is"

"My sword of power, it's a very large curved blade with a vampiric skull at the top."

"The sword they found in the states you mean? America, New York, some museum over there found it and have it on display."

Kain Smiled and looked into the eyes of this disgusting wretch in his grasp. "Now go and tell everyone Lord Kain is back to rule once again" with that he threw the youth across the street and walked away.

The youth looked around and saw his three friends dead around him and ran.