It was the 14th century, and the Black Death was tearing through europe like a rogue tornado. The human race was dropping like flies, it was a viral holocaust. Sancius was nineteen years old, and he lived out on the country side with his family. He was a farmers son, working hard from dawn to dusk, plowing the fields, sowing the seeds, reaping the harvest. Day in and day out, Sancius was being worked to the bone. The bringing of the Black Death forced him to work even harder.
His family of eight was in a bind. He had an aging father, a mother who had what would later be known as arthritis, a twenty two year old brother with legs that didn't work, four sisters, one of which was blind. His family had never had much luck with the gene poole. He was the last child, the youngest, and the most able. He did the work that should have been divided between his father, him, and his brother. His sisters fooled around all day flirting with men and swaying their hips, not learning a useful skill or coming close to marriage. This was all before the Plague.
Now, in the heat of the virus tearing apart the population with bloody, savage teeth, his father was dead and buried in a clearing behind the house from the plage. His mother was on her way there. The brother? Trampled by oxen after falling off a wagon and not being able to keep himself from under the thunder hooves of the beasts. Sancius was nineteen and taking care of five people. He had no money, his newyly inherited farm was shot to hell, and the Black death was going to claim his mother soon, the last source of his sanity.
What did he have left to live for? Nothing.
Sancius was a quiet young man. He read whenever he had the chance (a rare skill for a farm boy to have). He was caring, passionate about his beleifs, highly religious, and he was innocent. So very innocent, it was painfully sweet. Or so Hvectra thought. She, was a vampire. She had dark raven hair that flowed past her waist, a slender form that could tempt a man into anything she asked, she stood at five feet ten inches, and had a beautiful oval shaped face. Her eyes were a shimmering gray, and she came from the time when the vikings ruled the seas. She had been watching Sancius. She thought him to be a rose in a field of ash, a bright light in pure darkness. She wanted him for herself, and she knew turning him would preserve that innocent face forever. She was hungry for the boy, her greed took her over, and she caved in to her desires, no matter how much she prized his humanity.
Sancius was sitting at the dining table, a huge table made of thick mahogany wood. He was ready an old, tattered peice of literature that had been a gift from his mother in her younger days. He struggled to read in the wavering light of the candle flame, when there was a small knock at the door. He stood, and opened it curiously.
There stood what seemed like the devils advocate. The delicious little beast named Hvectra. She gave a sultry smile to the young boy, running her cold dead fingertips along his jaw bone. "Darling boy, close your eyes."
Sancius was entranced with the woman from the moment he opened the door, almost as if he was under a spell. He closed his beautiful amber colored eyes, and that was his downfall. The vampire woman seduced him, robbed him of his innocence, soothed him into bed with her. Sancius could hardly resist the force of the woman, her beauty, the tone of her voice. After it was done, she cooed at him, kissed his tanned chest, and without warning, tore into the flesh if his neck.
After that night, the pair became inseperable, Hvectra tore his humanity from him viciously, and Sancius hated her for robbing him of life, but loved her so, as any vampire loves their maker. Hvectra and Sancius eventually moved to London, and she forbid him to return to the farm of his childhood. He stalked the streets of london, the stink of death heavy on the city. It was like roses to him, and he hated the fact that he loved it. Sancius was roamed the streets hungrily, feeding off of the life that had been stolen from him, craving it, envying it, and so he lived off of them, the helpless humans. Sancius became vicious and ruthless, the sweet nineteen year old boy that Hvectra had loved him for seemed to be buried deep inside him somplace now, and it made her worry that it might turn out to be a terrible mistake.
[[yeah, yeah, it's lame but I had the urge to write a vampire starter. I don't like the end much though...so if you wanna do it, then be whoever! just pm me pl0x, or, if you have anything your craving just tell me! I just want a longterm rp, and I set this up for long term! (I think) soo yeah. ]]
