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this is the prelude to a vampire story i've been writing over the last few years, please feel free to leave any comments or constructive critizium (ya i know my spelling isn't that good)







Memories of the Blood



Rating R for Violence, Supernatural themes, Sexual content and Language.



Disclaimer: Ok I don’t own the following role-playing games that I am basing this story on:



Vampire: The Masquerade.



Wraith: The Oblivion.



Mage: The Ascension.



Werewolf: The Apocalypse.



Hunter: The Reckoning.



And the World of Darkness in General.





Prelude: Visions of Blood



Althrus sat in his throne room awaiting the masses of Caitiff and Sabbat forces to rush in and end his existence. While waiting his mind drifted back to the days before his embrace, to when he was once a mortal, had mortal ideals, mortal ambitions and most of all had a mortal life. As the centuries upon centuries had taken weight upon his undead mind, he had started to wonder what he had done to deserve this. To be prince of a Camirilla city that was now being overrun by the Sabbat and Caitiff.

Had it been that he had no respect for humanity? Or was it that he was hated by the Caitiff because of his association with a great massacre of their kind? Or was it because the Camirilla had finally found out where his power had come from and who his sire truly was.

Ah, all these could be reasons, but as his unlife had shown him by experience nothing was that simple. His embrace had taught him that.



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Althrus’s embrace happened a little over 2 thousand years ago, when he was singled out from his village by a scholar named Geoffrey. Geoffrey had picked up on Althrus’s skill with a sword, and the way that he was able to deal with other people. He seemed to be able to sense what people’s true motives and then ask the right questions to find out what he wanted. Geoffrey was a member of the Clan Brujah who at that time were seen as the scholars and learned kindred, but these scholars were still in need of a group to protect them if need be, and Althrus was chosen to be one of them.



On a rainy night during the year 3 AD Geoffrey embraced Althrus. It was a messy ordeal as Althrus fought back against Geoffrey. He had nearly got away several times, but in the end it was Geoffrey with his unnatural strength that won through. After all of Althrus’s blood was drained, Geoffrey had fed Althrus some of his own blood to awaken him. “I’d better find this one some prey” Geoffrey had mused unaware that Althrus had already beginning to wake.



After Geoffrey had left to find some prey Althrus woke, with his beast in control. Althrus had rushed outside in order to find blood to quell his beast. After some time he had come across a tavern, the small little wooden building had seen better days. Its sign hung by one rope and the building its self tilted to one side. Althrus had rushed at the door and broke it down without even blinking an eye. Unfortunately this tavern was not just a gathering place for the mortals, but also the hunters.

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An Alarm had gone off and brought Althrus’s mind back to the present. Looking over to the computer Althrus saw that the Caitiff and Sabbat forces had already penetrated the outer parts of the complex.

“Damn I hadn’t expected them to get he so quickly!” Althrus cursed as he went over to the computer and activated the defense systems, As several automated gun turrets started firing into the first waves of the enemy. The blood and the gore that rained down after the first wave of vampires that rushed his defenses, reminded him of what happened in the tavern. Where the he had his first taste of sweet mortal blood.



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Althrus had rushed into the main room of the tavern, the building on the inside looked no better than on the outside. The walls were covered in dried blood and stains from many a spilt drink. The men in the room were no better, many had long beards and were covered in filth. The smell of blood overwhelmed him, and he lunged at the closest mortal, it was a drunken man who had staggering to get out of the door when Althrus came rushing in.

Grabbing the man Althrus’s fangs instinctively came out as he bit the man's neck and started drawing blood. Since Althrus was so young he did not know of how to feed efficiently, so much of the blood flowed down the man’s neck onto the floor. At seeing this, two of the men in the room stood up and drew their swords, both men were clad in leather armor and both had crucifixes hanging from their necks.



As they approached Althrus, the larger man tried to drag Althrus from his prey, enraged at this Althrus struck out at the man and with superhuman strength knocked him across the room. Then the man’s companion decided that the only way now to stop the fighting was to kill Althrus.



With a well-aimed swing of his sword he aimed from Althrus’s neck trying to decapitate him. Althrus saw the sword coming then moving with supernatural speed he dodged it, it sailed passed his head and took the back of the drunken man’s head off, leaving a spray of blood and brain matter oozing over the floor and walls.



Seeing his prey killed Althrus went into a blind rage and grabbed the swordsman’s arm and snapped it off. Screaming in pain the man tried to run from Althrus who was now lunging at his neck, but was unable to avoid the frenzying Vampire. Luckily before Althrus could sink his teeth in, the man that had been knocked across the room had gotten up, sneaked behind Althrus and had swung his sword with all his strength at Althrus. As the sword swung it connected with Althrus’s back and sliced open a deep wound from which blood started to pour out.



With the searing pain of the sword in his back Althrus dropped the now one armed man and turned to face the other. Before he could strike the sword flashed again, this time slicing the flesh in Althrus’s chest. Screaming in pain and frustration, Althrus charged the man and used his strength to sink his fingers into the man’s head. With a eardrum-piercing scream the man’s head collapsed under Althrus’s strength. Blood and brain splattered all over the room, the majority of it spraying onto Althrus.



Now filled with blood Althrus left the tavern in search of the man that had given him this power, then man that had made him what his was.