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-Ari
.:CHAPTER 2:.
Blackness swallowed him whole. He could see nothing, hear only the sounds of his own body reforming. Bones popped and muscles jerked, his whole body was nothing but pain.
Conall awoke to a pounding headache, quickly he grabbed his head with both hands and groaned. He tried opening his eyes but the movement seemed too exhausting. He was panting, and he could hear some things going on around him but couldn't identify what the sounds were of. His mouth was dry and his stomach felt as if it were eating itself.
"Ah, so the mighty warrior finally awakens," a cold voice taunted him. 'just wait until I get my hands on you' Conall thought. He felt a strong kick to his side that flung him through the air causing him to crash into a wall and falling back to the ground, grunting with the impact. Conall opened his eyes a crack and looked around, he glared at the skinny pale man that was dancing up and down with a high pitched chuckle.
Conall used all the energy he had to move onto his hands and knees, coughing as he did so. The pale man turned to look at him. "hmm? I guess I should let you go so you can eat," he smiled wickedly "you must be starving, they all are after being changed," the pale man grabbed a hold of Conall by his tunic and drug him out of a cave.
Conall looked around and noticed that they were not that far from his village. In fact the pale man was walking right towards the village, Conall smiled at the thought of escape being so near. His thoughts were then cut off by an amazing smell. He inhaled the scent deeply, savoring the scent that literally made his mouth water.
"Ah you smell that do you?" the man said mockingly. "stay here," he said walking off towards the villagers houses. Conall was clutching a near by tree to keep him up right.
"the hell I'm staying here" Conall said looking around. He tried taking a step away from the tree but his feet wouldn't budge. He tried moving, but failed, instead he staying still and motionless clinging to a tree. He growled in his throat and cursed under his breath. Then he heard that high pick laughter again and grimaced.
"I couldn't have you wandering away now could I, my warrior?" the man came into view dragging a struggling form behind him.
"why cant I move?! What did you do to me?!" Conall roared.
"nothing more than what you wanted... you wanted power so I gave it to you, but now your payment for that power that I so sweetly gave you, you, my warrior, are at my every command whether you are willing or not," the man smiled again now showing his fangs. He thrust a woman towards Conall. "there's your dinner try not to make a mess,"
Conall looked down at the woman, who looked at him with trust and frightened teary eyes, then back towards the man. "is this a joke?!"
The man smiled that ruthless smile then grabbed the wailing girl by the hair, "she smells delicious," he licked her neck as she tried moving away. The man took out a knife and put it right to her throat, pressing slightly letting just small amount of blood seep from the cut.
Conall inhaled the scent of the woman's blood, his eyes dilated and he dove right for the woman. His fangs lengthened automatically and punctured the skin of the woman's neck. He could hear her screaming in the background. He took deep swallows from the woman savoring the rich taste, the flow of the blood over his tongue. He was getting a sensory overload sending his brain into a frenzy. The screaming had stopped.
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When he came to, the woman's cold body laid in his arms the taste of her blood fresh in his mouth. He looked down at the woman and then to the pale man who was smiling, anger rose up in him. "I told you I was not fooling with you, yet you act so surprised. Come along there is more you must learn before the sun rises," against his own will Conall followed the pale man.
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It had been over a year since he was transformed into a what his Master had called a vampire. Conall couldn't go out into sunlight easily, being more of a discomfort more than anything. He could go outside while the sun was going down though. He feed off of the blood of others, although now he could control himself and trance his victims into forgetting the whole thing. He couldn't die very easily, only a silver knife through the heart or decapitation could kill him.
His life was over.
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Conall had hidden his vampire nature from everyone. After he fully adjusted to his new power he went back to his village. Every one was glad to see he was ok after missing for a few weeks. He resumed leading raids, but held them at night. Tonight was another raid. He would take blood from someone during the raid, and when the others had plundered enough they would leave.
Most of his closer friends had noticed his new strength and were curious. When his best friend, Rail, saw him "necking" some one during a raid and come away with a bloody mouth he thought Conall was possessed by a demon of sorts. Conall had laughed and responded "I'm not possessed by one... I am one," he then walked away, Rail's mouth dropped but followed his leader.
A few days later Conall cornered him outside of the mead hall. "Rail, come with me," he demanded walking to outskirts of the village. He could hear Rail's heartbeat rise as the walked further away from the village.
Conall had stopped and was facing away from Rail, looking across the field to the grazing livestock. Rail stood waiting. "Why do you follow me if you know what I am?"
"you haven't killed me yet, I figure you have had enough chances to do so already, if you have not yet then you most likely aren't going to,"
Conall smiled, "good man," he said clasping his shoulder. They both walked back towards the mead hall talking about various things.
It was a few months later when Conall and his men were returning from a raid that they heard screams coming from the village. He and his men rushed back to see the pale man crunched over a body sucking the life blood from the poor soul, not to far off was a pile of bodies.
Rage rose inside of Conall and he rushed for the pale man with blind hatred. His fangs descended as his anger rose and he lashed out with all his strength. His master sensed him coming and threw him, easily tossing him over a hundred yards as if it were nothing. Conall's men stood watching, not knowing what to do as the man advanced upon them. They all knew if Conall could not fight him, then no one had a chance.
Conall stood up and saw the pale man now rushing towards his men, quickly mortally wounding one of them then jump to the next. Conall rushed with his dagger in hand as he watched one brave man hold his sword out. The pale man found this funny and stepped right into the sword, embedding the blade into his chest as the warrior watched in horror. "Nice try, what is your plan now?" the pale man had hissed to the warrior.
