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On
a dark night, the moon clouded by shifting clouds, he called
to me. I drew closer to him, only noticing the compelling
eyes. He must have read the despair in my soul and how I
longed for the shadows to embrace me for eternity. I come
from Babylonian times,4 millenia ago. Our society was slowly
degrading into one of greed and longing for power, full
of ceremonies and practices to the multitude of gods, I
thought I had tired of it and the long days and nights of
endless power struggles.
I believe it was the unsaid promises of relief from this
world that made me go into his arms. With the eternal kiss
from the vampyre, I realized what I had done - and did not
regret it. I had a bloodthirsty soul, released at his bite,
that he must have sensed.
With a short tutelage on how to Hunt, walk the shadows,
and sleep away passages of time, he left. Only a dim memory
of him remains after the years. I believe he did this, for
the vampiric mind tends to remember all. I learned how to
shape shift, the panther form with its ability to melt into
the blackness my favorite; and wield the cold powers of
the night. With a touch I could freeze to the very heart
of my prey or chill the glass of crimson I'd drink. Knives
of all sizes became a favored weapon in the hunt, though
nothing could beat the feel of a quivering soul under talons
and fangs.
I have slept away many of the past years. Taking a break,
so to speak, from lonely nights or the need to Hunt. Returning
to watch the passing of time and seeing how people stay
the same while the backgrounds of life change. There were
no clans back then, just a few drifting and lonely vampyre.
I do not think I could join any clan as I do not adhere
to rules - of any kind.
I am a Hunter, an assassin who is paid in blood and scorns
those who think the currency of the time will appease me
and my Hunger. I travel the shadows, watching for possible
Prey, slipping from the darkness with a flash of golden
cateyes, and rustle of silken batwing. I Hunt them and bring
them to me with a seductive call, a delightful and torturous
touch, only for them to fall victim to the Vampyre Kiss.
I purr at the taste of sweet and salty blood, and may spare
you if your flavor appeases me. If you do not.... you will
not have the mercy of being a ghoul, but be a cold corpse,
shattered by ice and then swept away by a chill wind.
Since that first kiss of the Night I have become The Chameleon.
Beware the shadows for I may pay a visit and show you the
terror.....or if you are lucky......the joys of the moonlite
night.
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