Prologue10:39 Jul 14 2020
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Long ago, in a time before Vampires ruled the earth, there was a lonely vampire who stalked the lands desperately searching for a rest to this chaotic conscience. His name was Vladimir Feero. He had one mission in his life: to vanquish the underground vampire lord, Antonio Drusus. Vlad skulked around cemeteries and graveyards, hunched over tiny creatures scurrying through the night, on the grounds, slating his thirst. Anything, anything at all! But not human blood. Vladimir Feero had a conscience, unlike other vampires of his kind. Whether it was a blessing or a curse was something that he definitely had no choice over - he accepted it as a curse. Something prevented him from walking into daylight, however, and subsequently killing himself: his life's mission - to have the head of Drusus.
It was the year of our lord, 1905, and in his mansions, he could be found; the infamous Vampire Lord Antonio Drusus. Asleep by day, and awake by night, he invited talents across Rome to sit by his side, where he and darklings listened to pianists and other musicians. He also devoured the written word. Drusus spared no one. Artists, musicians, writers... he had in his veins generations of lifeblood of talents coursing through his veins. He was, in fact, an aficionado of the finer things in life, with a great thirst of the blood of the fine arts.
Vlad hated this being and considered him the bane of his existence; because, Drusus was not only a vampire lord; but, a murderer with absolutely no conscience. He has killed hundreds of lonely vampires like Vlad Feero, carrying a vendetta against them merely because they were after his head.
However, Vlad had other motives. Drusus had ripped away the love of his life. Chiara, the dark one; his one true love. It has been 20 years since the death of Chiara, Vlad's one true love. She was his Sire and he was her Childe. Chiara, too, was a vampire. Unlike others of her kind, at the threshold of his death, she fed him her lifeblood and saved his life. Ha! Saved his life! What a silly fantastical notion! Vlad considered his existence pure hell, without the presence of Chiara in his life. Vlad was a very different man in his mortal days. He got into brawls, fist-fights at pubs and spent his days carefree and without care. Vlad had rich parents. His father was a businessman at the city's port and his mother, a seamstress. Vlad at the tender age of 30, was turned, when one of his midnight trips to the local bar ended up him up with more than what he had bargained for. It was the year of our lord, 1864, and Vlad found himself at the steps of death when his fist-fight took a sinister turn. He was lef bleeding and lying at death's doorstep in the back alley, and it was beautiful and dark Chiara who saved his life.
Together, they roamed Rome, after Chiara painstakingly brought Vlad Feero into the afterlife. He was now a Vampire. A creature of the night. He reveled in his new-found abilities, charm, and glamour. His senses were heightened, he could see in the dark, he could smell from a mile away, and he could hear the drop of a pin. Initially, he found it cumbersome, these abilities. But under the care of Chiara, he grew and blossomed into a handsome, dark, vampire of the night. A cultured being he was. His parents soon passed away in an accident at the port in which his father worked, and it tore the heart and soul of Vlad. He had wanted so badly to turn them, too, but Chiara advised him against that. It was too much of a risk. People will find out.
Drusus... ah dearest Drusus, who took the life of Chiara with his own bared fangs, in front of the very eyes of Vlad! Chiara was a pianist. She played the piano like no other and had the gift. Drusus, even then, was entranced by Chiara's dark skin and long, elegant fingers, skimming across the black and white keys of the piano. He had drunk too much of her lifeblood, but refused to give her some of his to save her life. Unbeknownst to Vlad, Drusus had left her lying outside, in the streets of Rome, for sunlight to come and claim her remaining life...