The old, shriveled man sat hunched over before his book. He was old beyond age. He and his peers had stopped counting the years long ago. His eyes were almost blind, and so, his nose almost touched the paper while he wrote with his quill. He knew that the younger ones had said:
"Nowadays, you don't write using one of these, you use a computer."
He smiled. There where more wrinkles and furrows in his face than anything else, and when he smiled, his face contorted itself into a grimass that shared only little with a human face.
"Com-puuuh-taaah..."
It sounded so funny. He did not like new technology. For someone like him, who wandered the earth for so long, this kind of technology was more like magic than anything. He remembered someone saying to him:
"When technology as advanced enough for one self, it becomes magic."
He pondered this thought for a moment and came to the conclusion, no technology could not be magic. He knew what magic was, and this was not it. He looked down on his book. It was a big one. Many pages to fill. On the other hand, he hand a long story to tell.
He took his quill and began to write:
In the beginning, there was but one.
In a time before time. In an age of darkness and dispair. One stepped out of the darkness.
His name, forgotten by time, is known as Primus Pater. The first father, or the first of many. He had surrendered his humanity voluntarily to become something new.
Something more than human, but at the same time something less humain.
He became the first of the Vampyr, the first of the blood-drinkers. Or what's now known as a Vampire. Bound by the night and the moon, he prowled in the darkness and hunted the living, since he need their lives to further his own. He sought to find a suitable partner for himself, as he was alone in his predicament. In many experiments he tried to find a way to share his newly aquired powers, but he failed for a long time. When he finally succeeded and created a new vampire he went to great lengths to preserve the method to use, so more of his kind could be created.
His method is passed down as followed:
To create a female vampire, the woman is to be of adult age. She is not to be pregnant, as this state will prevent the transformation and make it impossible to create a vampire, and to not descimate the proliferation of sustenance.
When a suitable female is found. The vampire is to lay with her and perform the act. When the climax is reached the vampire is to bite the neck of the woman and drink her lifeblood. At this time his seed is to enter her cavity and is to kill all of her...
The old man scratched his head with his quill.
"By the life of me... I can't think of a better word... but I can't just write eggs... they will think of them as chickens..."
He murmured, leaving black stains on his scalp. He crossed out eggs and wrote:
... fertility. As to the undead are not to proliferate in a natural way. Life itself has to exit the body, so that a vampire can be formed. When the vampire feels the life seeping out of the woman and vampire to be, he is to open his own veins and feed the woman his on blood, that carries the unlife of his own existence. When, and only when, the woman drinks the blood of the vampire, she will be turned. The blood of the vampire will course through her veins, transported by the beats of her dying heart. And when the transformation is completed, and new vampire emerged from this union.
When a new vampire is created, he is no longer a human being, in fact he is no longer alive. Tha Vampire is for all intents and pruposes is dead. His body is saved from decomposition by unholy powers and his senses are enhanced by the same unholy powers to unnatural degrees. He will no longer crave for food or water, as his only sustenance will be the lifeblood of the living. He will no longer age, as his powers are granted by beings beyond all time. Yet not a single vampire is to die of old age.
But only the Primus Pater was able to create new vampires. For his offspring were all of female sex and therefore not able to provide the neccessary ingredience for proliferation of their race.
The Primus Pater had tried again and again to creat male vampires, but since there was no way of administering his seed, the transformation of male human beings into vampire was all but impossible. As he was desperate to create another male vampire, so he would not be the sole in responsibility to keep his race alive, he tried many times to turn a man. He left a trail of bodies and blood in his wake.
This called forth the Eclisarchie, who in these dark times had set themselves up to protect humanity from the darkness and the evil of the unholy. Their hunters were relentless in their pursue of the Primus Pater and his offspring. And so he was on the move constantly. It was then, he found out, that he and his offspring were not to be killed in normal means. Wounds, even those deadly for normal human beings simply healed, and did not incapacitate one as him or his own.
Only when decapitated and staked and burned, a vampire will truely stay down.
