Some Were in Nevada
The Last stop Motel
April 9th
5:47 am
Connor drove until he the sun started to paint the sky over head. The car Cain had chosen was exactly what you would need to make a fast get a way. It was a black 1969 mustang with a specially modified engine to squeeze every last bit of horse power out.
Connor grimaced at the prospect of having to stay at this fleabag motel. From the outside he saw the walls of the entire motel needed a new coat of paint in 1975, the sign had multiple burnt out bulbs but it had enough that he could read "the Last Stop motel". It didn't help that his vampire senses could pick up every disturbing smell, sight, and sound.
There was a lot of business being conducted in this place for five in the morning. He could hear a prostitute peddling her trade with a total abandon of enthusiasm, and her johns complaints at this. He could smell the grease used to keep automatic weapons in working order and money. He heard a drug dealer and his costumer doing there business, and the female junkie making a non-monetary payment. Connor scowled he could smell the decay of dead bodies that had at one point graced this place.
He considered getting back in his car and driving until he got to Las Vegas, but even with the cars dark tints the sun would still are a problem. While the sun wouldn't kill a vampire it still hurt like a bitch. He hesitantly got out of his car walking towards the office.
The smells from the outside but it was nothing compared to this the stink of piss, old blood, and sweat that met him inside. He walked over to the front desk and rang the bell. A portly man with thinning hair walked out a minute later. "What can I do you for, buddy?" asked the man. Connor put two hundred dollars on the table and said "I need a room with plenty of privacy and no questions" the man looked at the money with a knowing smile. By the looks of this place it was a common request. The man reached under the desk, got out a key as simultaneously took the two hundred dollars Connor put on the table. "And how long will you be staying with us Mister….." he said looking Connor up and down in his well tailored suit and impressive six feet three inches. "Smith, John Smith, and only until tonight." With that the man handed Connor a key and said "Room twelve End of the hall"
Connor walked towards the room and saw the angry john and the disinterested prostitute leave. Connor smiled when he saw a gold wedding band on the john's right hand, no matter how much time passed people didn't change much. He tried his best to ignore the smells as he walked past the doors of the other rooms.
Connor reached his room and looked around. It was small with full size bed in the corner, an adjoined bathroom and thankfully only one window. He quickly covered the window with linens he found in the bathroom.
After that he pealed off his clothes and went to the shower. He stood there for some time letting the water rundown his body and wash away the blood and sweat. Connor could see the pink water as it ran down his well muscled chest, and all the way down his flawless well toned abdomen. He ran his fingers through his short hair letting the dried blood be swept a way by the cool water.
He thought about his sire for the thousandth time today, he thought of his friends and fellow soldiers who had died in a brave but ultimately vain attempt to protect there master.
The water continued to ran down his face and body and he thought a bout the day his life changed the day his master brought him into the embrace of in mortality.
London
June 8th 1643
7:32 pm
The English civil war was tearing the country apart for two years and no one noticed a young hood wandering the streets. Connor Galbraith was his full name in those days the result of an Irish father and an Arab mother the mix gave him his natural tanned skin, dark hair, and dark green eyes. He was over six feet tall which in those days that was almost unheard of. He didn't remember much about his parents they had lost both of them in a fire when he was twelve, and had lived in the streets ever since.
Connor hadn't eaten in three days when saw a gentleman with a large coin purse attached to his belt, Connor followed him. He didn't know that this action would change his life forever. In a dark alley Connor made his move with knife in hand he advanced on the man. Pressing the blade into the older mans back he said "Give he the purse and you can walk away" the man laughed and turned to face him. Connor pressed the knife into the mans abdomen "I'm not kidding ill still your guts" the man again laughed "Then do it, boy" Connor had robbed many people, due to his size most people just gave him what he wanted with no trouble, so he'd never actually had to resort to violence.
The man sensed the hesitation and tore the knife away at the same time pushing Connor against a wall and pointing the tip of the knife in Connors throat. "First rule of using a weapon don't point if you're not ready to use it." Connor couldn't move fear had griped him and he could do nothing but nod. He man smiled and spoke again "What's your name boy?"
"C-Connor, sir"
"Connor, huh? Well Connor how would you like to earn some money?" the man asked still pressing the blade to Connors throat
"Your offering me work?" the mans smile returned "Yes, yes I am your nice and big. I can always use some more protection" Connor swallowed hard and thought for a second "Alright then sir, then how much is the pay?" the man put the blade down as he laughed heartily "Will discus that later, but for now my name is Cain, and I'm your new master."
Cain took the young man under his wing teaching him to read and write, how to fight, and how to behave with in the aristocracy. Cain was surprised by how smart the young man was, picking up all the lesson presented to him, quickly and eagerly. They did this for six moths living in Cain's estate. Connor found it strange that during the day he was tutored by servants and the like during the day, but saw no trace of his employer until night fall. He always accepted the servant's excuse of "The master is a very busy man and has no time during his day" he accepted it, but still doubted it. One night Cain walked into the library where Connor was studying. Looking up from his book Connor smiled and said "Good evening, master" Cain smile "Good evening Connor I would like you to get dressed and a company me to a gathering tonight" Connor agreed and went to his room were he dressed in his very finest apparel.
That night they rode a carriage to a large estate. Upon entering the home they were greeted by the major domo who introduced them as "Sir Cain Walker and mister Connor Galbraith". They walked down the grand stairs to a ball room. Looking around Connor saw dozens of people in fine dress with the exception of one man who stayed in the farthest corner.
There were long tables cover with platters full of fine foods and drink. Many of the people looked at Connor, making him feel weary. The night progressed slowly until the bell for dinner was sounded and they were escorted to a large dinning room. After they ate the man at the head of the table stood and rose his glass "I would like to propose a toast to old friends" with that he tipped his glass towards Cain "and to new ones" he said tipping his glass to me. I raised my own cup in return. With that we all drank "and now if you would all would move to the ball room we can start the dancing" with that we got up I started to walk towards the ball room when Cain touched my upper arm "I must speak with you" he said as he led me to a small study.
"Connor what I'm going to tell you is going to be difficult for you to fathom…." He explained what he was a Vampire an immortal I was shocked and more than a little frightened "I want to turn you into one of use it's your choice if you say no I will respect your decision and not bother you again. I'll give you enough money to survive and passage to were ever you may want to go." Connor sat there trying to comprehend what was happening "What will happen?" he asked slowly.
"I will drain you until your near death then I will feed you my blood"
"What will happen to me?"
"You will be stronger, faster than you could ever imagine. You will have to avoid the sun while it won't kill you it will hurt terribly. You can not have children after your embraced .You will have to drink the blood of humans. This part is very important you can feed on humans but you have to avoid killing innocents with corpses come questions and we can't have that" Connor sat there listening absorbing what Cain was saying. He thought back to the day when he had slept in the streets and eaten what ever he could find. Connor looked at the fancy clothes and felt his full stomach. Cain had given him so much and had asked nothing in return. How could Connor possibly deny this man, who had given him everything and, asked for nothing, this.
"I'll do it" Connor said after a few moments. With that Cain stood and lightly pushed Connor's head to the side. Connor felt Cain's sharp fangs bit in to the soft skin of his neck. It hurt terribly at first the pain quickly subsided in to a dull ache. Darkness started to take him when he heard his master voice "Say drink Connor, drink"
Connor started to drink; he hadn't noticed the wrist at his lips until he did. Then it happened, an explosion of sensations. Like a man who had lived in candle light, seeing the sun for the first time. Everything seemed brighter sharper, every sound clear, and every smell strong. He felt as if he had a woken from a deep sleep.
Cain withdrew his wrist from the new vampire's mouth. With his trademark smile he said "Welcome my child to your new world"
With that Cain led the dazed Connor to the ball room. When he entered the entire place erupted in applause, even the sullen man in the corner clapped. He felt something he hadn't felt since his parents died. A Place he belonged.
The shabbily dress man came to the front and yell "To Connor the newest member of our immortal family." Everyone cheered and came forth to shake his hand and pat his back several attractive women kissed his cheek and one grabbed his rear.
After that the Celebration really started thralls, human servants to vampires, were brought in Cain led Connor to a small blond woman and said "It time for your first feeding I know its hard but you cannot kill, drink enough but don't drain her" the girl was pretty a offered her neck Connor felt his canines elongate and he bit into the girls neck feeling the warm life pour into his waiting mouth. The feeling was intoxicating; it made him feel unbeatable, indestructible.
The girl moaned as Connor let go, he looked around and saw that most of vampires were doing the same thing Connor. The shabbily dressed man came up to him laughing and said "Yes, sir there is nothing quite as good as the first one hmmmmm. Hi, kid names Jack" said the man extending his hand "Connor" he responded taking the older mans hand. "So how do you feel, kid?"
Connor smiled and said "Like I'm alive for the first time"
Jack laughed "Yea I remember that first feed, enjoy it its never quite as good"
The rest of the night continued that way feeding and laughing until it the sun started to rise.
From then on Connor had been Cain's soldier, and friend they were together for centuries. Until two day ago when the kind man had his head cut off and mounted on a pike.
Connor shut of the water and stepped out. He toweled himself off and put on a pair of boxers from his bag.
He flopped on the bed and let sleep take him along with dreams of his past.