I am Vlad III Tepes Draculea. I am over five hundred years old. My early years were fraught with much violence and danger. My father Vlad II Dracul was constantly at war, and he even sent me as hostage to one of his questionable allies. I resented this to no end, and developed a deep seeded hatred for all mankind. I became cruel, and as soon as I was able I too began to make war on others, for territory, for affluence, for power, but also, for the sheer pleasure of it. The torment of others made my life more enjoyable, and I began to impale my foes upon long greased spikes. I left them to rot in the sun along well traveled roads as warning to those that wished to take what was mine. More than one weak-willed so called warlord or emperor could not hold their stomach at the sight of my cruelty. My bloodlust blossomed, and I began to torture those people that are worthless to me. Soon, my bloody ambition engrossed me entirely, and I desired to reign over all the world. I began to delve into the dark magics and learned to commune with minor demons. In my research, I stumbled across an ancient scroll which described a process of making oneself immortal. I began my preparations, and captured two hundred of my enemies and their supporters. Their bodies were ground down into a bloody pond in a remote oasis. There I submerged myself in the pond, drank deeply, and then spake the ritual incantations. Dark clouds gathered, and Zeus, master of thunderbolts, let fly his golden spears. I set up one of my spikes and sacrificed my own daughter upon it. I began to feast her blood, when a hot white lightning bolt blasted down through the spike into me. My heart stopped immediately, but my body still convulsed. The electrified blood in my veins began to boil. For a full minute I was dead, but then the devil himself bestowed my dark gift upon me, and my eyes opened to my first immortal evening. I was hungry, so very hungry. I found a herd of cattle not too far off and feasted my first meal. I began tasting of various animals till I grew strong and was able to work my way back to civilization. I soon found that only human blood could satiate my cravings, but a curious thing occurred with my first victim. I did not drain her entirely, and her heart still beat within. As I was feasting, her husband came home and saw me. He attacked with his sword and managed to slash my arm before I snapped his neck like a twig. Some of the blood from my arm splattered onto his dying wife's lips, and she tasted the red heat of my veins. Her body convulsed, and I watched with anticipation as she died. Thinking the spectacle over, I turned to leave. Behind me, I heard a deep signing gasp for breath. I spun in astonishment to find I had created another like me, with the savage hunger for blood. She and I traversed the globe, and time itself, feeding, ever feeding, but occasionally creating more like us, creatures of the night, my immortal vampire army. I select those that entice me to live as immortals, feasting upon the rest of the weak flesh sacks known as humans. Early on, most of us lived in sewers and other dark places. Even I was forced to leave my lands and castle behind. But, with the continued acceleration of technology, we were able to move into the extensive tunnels of the subways and rail systems around the world. This allows us nearly limitless feeding, and you puny humans hardly notice, as there is already so much crime in the subways. So, be forewarned, if you choose an underground mass transit, you are playing roulette with your own life.
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