Snippet #2554251

Alek remained silent for the longest while. He stared out the window, as if he had resolved finally this was his end. A solemn grace had fixed itself upon his face. Memories of happier days came to his mind, and his eyes stopped their red glow back to the gold they originally were.

"I never killed for pleasure.." He answered honestly, still speaking in the strange tongue. "My mother and father were killed by rogue werewolves on the way home from traveling.. I was orphaned, and since my father was the man of the church.. The church gracefully took me in." He said quietly. "I was taught their ways of dealing with the supernatural at the time.. By the time, I was seventeen, I had killed my first werewolf who had murdered a farmer and his daughter." Alek confessed.

"I fell in love once.. When I was near twenty full cycles of the sun.. Hair as gold as the the sun, the most beautiful blue eyes.. Her name was Abby.." He whispered. "And I was going to put up my weapons, retire.. Run away with her if I had to.. But I was going to marry her.."

He paused for a long time. "She was taken from me by a vampire.. A master vampire.." He murmured. "I took 17 years to find him.. And when I tried to kill him.. I was bitten.." His voice trembled in anger and sorrow.

"I kill for my lord.. I killed for revenge of those who could not fight for their life.. And I killed for my parents.." Alek murmured.