Raziel Avery
The man I had come to know as my guide into the world of vampires had, of course, not always been a vampire himself. During the times we spent lounging in my bedroom, discussing our lives before the darkness shrouded them, I learned much about the man he was before. Raziel had at one time been the leader of the Serafan Sorcerer Priests, a strong man, a brutal killer. A man which many called, Raziel Avery. Although, seemingly important at the time I now have come to grips that, it never really mattered who he was before the day we met. Night after night, sometimes even for weeks Raziel and his fellow vampires, along with their leader Kain could not be found. The rushed villages, doing exactly as they were commanded by Kain. Having only come in contact with this man known as the wicked Kain, I'd never liked him. He was ruthless and power hungry. Raziel warned me many times to steer clear of him, not to approach him. The less he knew of my existence, the better. When Raziel did have moments of free time, he retreated to a small house located about 100 miles from my hometown of Shistoba. A large mansion style home in which Raziel had taken almost 100 years before hand. He called it his sanctuary. He would show up with cages of bats and other random creatures from time to time. Forcing the creatures on me, knowing that if I were truly threatened by them, then perhaps I'd actually use the fangs in which he'd given me. Raziel knew killing was not in my blood, however as a vampire I now had no choice in the matter. It was killing to eat…or die. No matter how much my heart wanted to spare the creatures which were brought into my room, the urges of feeding took over. Raziel watched night after night as I tore into the innocent creatures extracting their blood and then falling back into the golden laced bed sobbing for Gods forgiveness. He seemed to not mind the fact that I had made my home in his. Oddly enough it seemed at times, he welcomed me. For the first few months I lived in the mansion, I tried to hide, to run away. Raziel quickly took it upon himself to bar the windows in various rooms of the house, also making sure to keep my room locked at all times. I completely despised him, many nights he would venture home. I could hear him shifting about inside the house, how I just wanted the man to disappear! Damn Raziel! The man who took my life away! Damn him! The man who now held me as prisoner in his home! What nerve he must have, for the sparing of his life this is how I am repaid? Oh, that's right. I had not really spared anything, Raziel had previously informed me that my services that night were not needed. Night after night, I lay in the room staring at the ceiling, reading from the many books that were placed delicately on shelves. Hoping one day, he'd let me from this prison. I had never thought about his point of view though; Raziel's I mean. A man, who pledged his life to serving another, having no free time, no life outside of his servitude. Perhaps he'd been lonely? Perhaps he'd just wanted something to feel needed for. I am not a mind reader, and truthfully…I never asked him. The vampire brought me things, gifts, food, clothing. He locked to the doors so nothing could get into my room, so I could not escape and become hurt while he was away. The man I had hated since the day I'd met him, slowly began to grow on me. I started looking forward to the days when he would return. Not for the food, or gifts that he'd bring along, but for the company. To see his face again, it had started to make me smile.