Memoires Of A Vampyre

[squabbel]

-------------------------☿-------------------------

Deep inside the ruins of the burned down Morganthe Castle, splinters of bookshelves remain of what was once an underground library, a single book is found among the ash, it leather, black and brown, from age, still locked tight with a golden lock, and the bleeding eye of hermes still watches over it on it's cover. The lock can easily be broken with a stone, or hunk of wood, and it's many yellowed pages could be available for one to view. It's edges once gold, covered in black soot. This is the last document remaining of the once powerful Morganthe Family.

"The bird Hermes is my Name, eating my wings to make me tame"

-------------------------☿-------------------------

[squabbel]

Jan 1st, XXXX, Age; Sixteen

I have decided I should attempt to document my life, for at this time I feel sort of a shift will take place, of nature I do not know, but I fear for my safety. All I could ask that if the Morganthes were to die out that this would survive and carry the legacy on.

It is cold out today, all I can see when I gaze out of my bedroom window is the bright light of snow, the only light I will ever get to see. We have all gathered here at the castle to celebrate the birth of our master, and the beginning of a new year. Tomorrow I am to meet with one of the eyes of Hermes, and yet I was not informed as to why.

Ever since the passing of my mother and father, I have resided in the castle, I'd hate to leave. I know I haven't done anything wrong, I'm always on my best behavior, is it because I spilled the wine at the gala? If so I'd be more than glad to replace it, and become an indentured servant in exchange for the rug. I never knew that the punishment for something so insignificant could be so harsh.

I hear footsteps approaching my quarters, I must leave for now.

~Abel

[squabbel]

Jan 28th, XXXX, Age; Sixteen

I knew it, I knew something was going to happen, something that could potentially ruin my life, and it did. I don't know what to do anymore, I'm not a killer, and I don't ever want to be. They're asking me to do these horrible, horrible things, and expect me to just go along with it without question.

Since my last entry, allot has happened, and I don't use the term lightly. I remember the footsteps coming up to my door, then the distinct smell of roses, and I was out like a light. When I came to I was somewhere I had never been before, it seemed to be under Morganthe Castle, but just the air that filled this place was just so different. I later found out that this was the secret headquarters of the eyes of Hermes. It's all a blur now but, this man, I can't remember his name, came to me, and began telling me that I was the only one in the last generation, that had the ability to become one of the eyes of Hermes.

I don't even know what that means, all they do is kill people, and are dogs controlled by the sire to keep the line in order, any Morganthe should be able to become an eye, it's not like a gene or anything. The man said that he'd have to explain to me all that stuff, after I've proven myself to the group. I don't even know why I'm here and why I was chosen, and they're telling me to capture this guy from the city then murder him! I don't want to prove myself.

They told me I have till the end of the month to kill the man, and I'm actually thinking about doing it. Knowing them they'll probably kill me and feed my entrails to the dogs if I don't. I'm scared, I am truly terrified. All of a sudden life isn't nearly as simple as it was just at the beginning of the month. Now I have these men who could kill me just be looking at me, judging my every move, and people are starting to look at me like I'm some sort of monster.

I just don't know what I'm going to do...

~Abel