Cows, Bags of flesh, useless pitiful creatures, the lot of them. Sebastian Reginald sneered as he looked out his window to the town below. His mansion had been built on the hill overlooking the town of Darkwood, his town, His land. He owned the lot of it. As the Lord Master of Luray Virginia everyone in the county owed their allegiance to him. The Son of Alexander Reginald, or…well…as people thought, as Alexander neared his death Sebastian came to him, his Mental abilities to cloud minds, to control those weak willed fools he swayed the dying Lord into making him his Sole heir to his kingdom. While rather young looking Sebastian was over 220 years old. A Vampire, Born in a small farm town in the southern half of Virginia Sebastian was a typical kid, born to a farmer whose name was long forgotten. He worked as the family did on the farm. Churning corn, herding the cows and livestock, never one to have to attend school, too poor to afford to. Then one day a young maiden came calling. Beautiful, graceful, Morganna was her name….
The days passed and Morganna came and went, always teasing, always pleasing. She seduced him over time. More and more he spent time away from the farm. His father angered, the crops forgotten by the girls charms Sebastian had not a care at all. Then the night came, Morganna came to him in his bed, as he slept. Only to be awakened by the most desirable way. Her lips, her body she awoke him. Naked, she suckled at his flesh, made him moan. They teased; toyed with each other, as she straddled him in his bed they made love. Then things went south. As they each reached their peak her eyes changed, a glowing, icy blue color she sank her fangs into him. He shouted but her hand over his mouth silenced him. As he struggled she drank deep of his blood. Panicked he tried to fight, but her strength was too great and he was powerless. Sinking into the blackness of oblivion he passed out.
Sebastian awoke to the jostling movements of a horse drawn carriage. Groaning he rose to see Morganna sitting there, a smug smirk on her face. He attacked her in a rage. Not realizing just what he had become he fought her and ran. Ran till even his new found strength began to wain, He had little money, and could not remember the last time he ate. Finding a small tavern he bartered and begged with the inn keeper to spare him a bite of food. Even the little bit of bread and ale the barkeep gave him, while it did ease his hunger but not sate it. Sebastian left. Days past as he hitched a ride, stole what he needed till he came to Blackwood. Hunger pains he’d never known tormented him, new in town others avoided him, and the seedier elements watched him, easy prey they thought.
Cornered one night 4 men jumped him, Slavers, intent on selling him on the slave market Sebastian fought back. And that’s when it happened, he managed to wound one man, and the blood, that crimson liquid, the smell of it, Sebastian lost control, his eyes turning a blood red, he attacked the men, surging strength he felt his teeth change, it felt weird but he had to have it. He attacked the wounded male sinking his teeth into the males throat. Only then did his hunger, did his pain begin to ease. Only then did the true realization of what Morganna made him become clear. And while he could not stop himself, he cursed that bitch every day of his life.
Sebastian watched as the carriages began to arrive. It was all hallows eve. The lands farms had had a bountiful yield this year, allowing the people to prosper and survive through the winter with little trouble. For the Most Part Sebastian kept to himself. Even as the years passed with him as the Lord Master of the land the people never questioned the fact he never appeared to age. Those that did were said in hushed whispers, rumors he wasn’t human, Former servants that had been allowed to live spoke of the beautiful women he’d bring home every so often, who always left seemingly drained, with no apparent memory of what had happened.
Then about 4 months ago, a Male came to him. Begging an audience for his attentions, A Farmer, who’d had a feud with a neighbor over land rights and cattle. Disgusted he turned the man away, Several times, then a week ago, news of a brawl at a local tavern that left one dead reached his ears. Sebastian had strived to maintain peace in his town. While he dispised humans for their arrogance over the centuries he’d found that happy villagers made for a happy land, profits up and loss down. But the death left him angered. He’d called the farmer to his house for the last time. Intent on killing the male himself for the crime he committed. But as they talked a scent had come to him. Feminine, that clung to him. And something about the aura of it gave him pause, The farmers wife had died he had nothing but his daughter, his sons having married and moved off he begged for his life.
Talking ensued and eventually a deal was struck, to keep his lands, and his farm the farmers daughter would become his bride, unknown to them both she was to become his blood doll, through his knowledge of magic and vampiric powers he would sweeten her blood, enhance her body so he could live off her indefinantly. Having to find women he could feed from and the strain of having to wipe their memories was becoming a hassle and people were talking, This deal would be beneficial for him.
Roused from his thoughts Sebastian turned, his butler informing him his guests where arriving he needed and made his way to his room to dress. A Costume ball on all Hallows eve…..how quaint