The True Lord – Blame Vampires
I walked upstairs, heading towards my room. I couldn't believe it. My parents were murdered! I ran through tons of reasons how this could have happened, but the one that kept coming up was vampires. Vampires… Could they be real? Are there really creatures of the night, just waiting to get their teeth in people's necks? I couldn't think of anything else, and since the crying exhausted me, I fell quickly asleep.
Creak…
My eyes flew open at the sound. I got out of bed, stood up, and stayed perfectly still.
Creak…
I reached into my closet, pulling out a plastic toy sword I had used last year with my ninja suit.
Creak… It was closer now. I walked to the door, careful to not make any noise. As I reached the door…
Creak… I could see a dark figure lingering outside my door, to the left. I dashed out to the hallway, swinging my sword in a broad arc as fast as I could. I nailed the figure on the shoulder, but that was the only hit I got, because the sword was no longer in my hands. It was in his.
"Hello, little tasty," He said in an evil, yet oddly joyful voice.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
He laughed a creepy laugh, like the laugh of someone teetering on the edge of insanity. "I, little Michael, am your worst nightmare." He started forward a little.
"Stop! I know jujitsu!" That was true, I was a black belt in jujitsu.
"Ooh, jujitsu! This should be fun!" He dashed forward with almost super-human speed, but I had 10 years of strict training, and my reflexes got the best of him. I grabbed his arm, pivoting my hips to gain momentum, and threw him with all my strength onto the ground. A dull thud and a cracking sound sounded when he hit the floor. He got up and brushed himself off, grinning.
"That was pretty good. You're one of the few humans that could have immense power."
"What do you mean, 'one of the few humans'? You say it like you're not a human."
Again, that maniacal laugh. "I'm not human. I'm a vampaneze!"
"What the hell is a vampaneze?" I asked, beginning to lose my patience.
"We are creatures of the night, feeding on the puny humans that inhabit the world, multiplying like the plague."
"So, you're the one who killed my parents…"
"I didn't kill them, someone else did." He took another step forward.
"Who did then?"
"Vampires."
"So, vampires are real… and they killed my parents…"
"Yes, the vampires killed your parents. I am also a vampire. Your enemies are the vampires, not the vampaneze. Michael," he said as he took yet another step, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Harness your rage, your hate, and kill the vampires. They are your enemies, and they will continue to kill every human they feed on."
"Kill the vampires…"
"Yes, vampires."
"How?"
"You could train with me. You could be my apprentice, learning the ways of the night, so you could gain trust from the vampires, until one night, you could kill all of them."
"Alright. But first, what is your name?"
"My name," he said with a gleam in his eye, "is Murlough!"
"Let's go then."
"Alright. We must leave the city. You must take on a different name, also."
"No. I'll keep my name, so the vampires can know that they killed my parents when I take their lives."
"Suit yourself. Come, while the night is still young."
With that, Murlough and I walked out of the house and into the darkness.