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     "A vampire? What in the world is that?!" I saying shock. "Well my young lad that is a very long explaination," He says as he slowly walks tword me and I start to crawl back from him, " one that you will not live long enough to hear." He then lunged for me. Out of nowhere I hear a clanck, then a wosh and a klunk. All in a matter of a second. Before my eyes I saw the vampire turn to dust in the wind. On the ground where he, once stood, lied a pointed peice of wood.

I ran down to the dining room only to find blood everywhere. "What in the name of the gods happ..." I couldn't finish my words as my eyes followed on trail of blood. It lead me to the severed head of my father at the site of which I vomited and started to cry. My eyes continued to follow another trail that lead to his body and the body of my mother. She had a long deep gash through her neck. "Jupiter please help me get through this!" Just then I noticed a dark figure out of the corner of my wet blood shot eyes.   "How sad, is this how a Roman man acts in the face of tragedy and and his own death. And all at the hands of a single

Let us begin from the day I was born, I was born 1766118.5 JD which is the Julian Calendar. Though on today's calendar that would be May 16, 123 B.C. I was born in Rome to a wealthy Roman noble family. My father was a tall slender man by the name of Trae Mastin and my mother a slender women named Anne Vandyke. My parents were  very generous people always gave 100 gold pieces to every beggar though my mother often was up set about it. A couple of time my mother even let some homeless people stay the night knowing it would drive my father insane. Because though at my age, 15, I didn't know it yet but he would stay up all night to make

       "Let it be known now on this night that we publicly execute this demon for his demonic crimes against human kind." said the executioner standing at my side in front of a large still gathering crowed. This is how my life in England ended in the year 1494. "Any last word demon, a prayer perhaps?" the man continued. He said this to a being whom's neck is in a noose and limbs are bound, while in a now stained white dress shirt and black pants. "Well yes I do but it's not a prayer and it's only one word." I said in a condescending tone. "Well then spit it out so that you may return to hell." the man responded. Then in a whispered voice I