Long ago, in the Dark Ages, a time when religion was at its peak, kingdoms fought against kingdoms. One could say it was chaotic, but it was almost as calm as the gentle breeze that caressed one's skin for those whose lives were fantasy. The dragons could fly freely, the vampires could hunt, the dwarves could build, trade,and mine into the depths of the Earth, the banshees' could haunt and scream their wails of death, and so many others could do what they wanted to do that they had to keep hidden before. It was a horrible ordeal, the humane kingdom, in order to purge their lands from those who shouldn't exist, sired their knights and forced these peaceful (or not so peaceful) creatures out from the lands that they once roamed. The creatures, outcasted by the humans, knew this would happen and so they built their own kingdoms. These kingdoms that these creatures built were smaller than the kingdoms that the mortals built; they were powerful and well organized. However, over the years (taken by), some took advantage of this and attacked human kingdoms.

War raged on once more, but over the course of time, these once peaceful creatures who once sided with the humans looked upon themselves and noticed how greed corrupted their minds. In the lands of Isenhaal, those few who were left brought it upon themselves to not fight. From the dwarves was Duren Ghon, lord of the mines; from the the dragons who took no part, was the Dragon Lord; and to the peaks of humanity, there was Lord Arthur Kingsman. These three lords took it upon themselves to end suffering to all of the kingdoms. Peace was made in the past twenty years. Yet in the shadows of everyone's mind, one question was repeatedly asked and never spoken aloud for fear of the answer: How long can this peace last?

Dawn with her rose tip fingers creep over the horizon, this was a marvelous sight. The woodland creatures began to awake slowly. The chirps of the birds, the wails of banshee's ongoing, woodpeckers happily pecking on trees awaiting to grab their breakfast, and the bells from a faraway town chimed. A house not too far, but, not too close was still masked in shadows. This was where I slept, not inside, but on top of the wooden house inhabited by a human family. As soon as the sun hit my face, my dark orange and yellow eyes opened slowly.

Not a minute passed, I was ready for the day. Wearing clothing, I borrowed from an Arabian man from Egypt. A cotton shirt designed with hieroglyphs to ward off evil that may come near, the trousers were more of Arabian style, a bit baggy and loose, with a sort of scarf tied around the waistband in case if it was too loose, the shoes were a thirteenth century London shoes, leather.

The sun was still rising over the horizon, by the time I was I on the ground. Without a sound made, I went inside of the house to find the family sleeping soundly asleep. The inside, unlike the outside, was quite cozy and warm. Walking into what looked like their kitchen, I smiled and snapped my fingers. A small bag filled with gold and three pence. Inadequate lives these people lived and I wanted to help them in a way that I can.

Snapping my fingers, food for the rich laid upon the table. Ale by two tankers, bread five loaves, a vase of flowers, baked chicken, soup with fine vegetables, and exotic fruits. Pulling up bag, I looked at the family and saw how they all looked so fragile, like an ice crystal.

Deep breath was taken and I left the house quietly, but a sound inside was made. A voice of a young girl was heard.

"Mum! Dad! Susie!" she said with surprise. "The dragon boy left us treats!"

Invisible to them, I saw the happiness in their eyes. Such a feeling that I crave for, so as long as to share it with someone. Sadly, none that I know of my brethren and sisters are alive. I turned to leave, it was then that the same girl walked out of her own home.

"Ah, dragon boy!" she called out. "Thank you for fulfilling my wishes!"

I looked at her with my dark orange and yellow eyes, such a slender girl with rags that covered her body. Poor child, she looked sick much like her family. With a stride, I got down to one knee and touched her cheek so lightly. I contemplated her looks, such long dark brown hair with light green eyes that represent a hint of dwarf descent, the scent unmistakable. Just a kiss upon the forehead and a magic unforetold by others took place upon the contact of my lips to her skin.

Spoke in a dialect of dragons, I took off one of my scales that appeared upon my fair skin and made it into a simple necklace. She looked at me and took the necklace into the palm of her hand. "Dragon scale," she whispered. Her light green eyes looked at my own dark orange and yellow. Unexpected, she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed gently. "Thank you," she said before giving me a kiss upon the cheek.

She walked inside with a smile upon her face. I was there for a while, but, soon quickly stood up and nodded. "Well, let's leave it at that," I said under my breath.

The sun rose steadily from the horizon, as I walked through a village filled with children of different size and age. The parents, I have yet to see. It could be, I have stumbled upon yet, another village where the parents left their children to rot and die in such a hungry state. The village itself was a labyrinth, what surprised me the most was the smell of the place. It had a smell of flowers, but none were to be seen.

As I guided around the wooden houses, I felt the presence of eyes watching my every move. Two blasted hours in the labyrinth of the small village and I already felt the sensation of hatred crawl through me. Not only did I feel trapped in such a place, I also had a sense of belonging here. "That's dumb," I said under my breath. "I belong nowhere, yet everywhere."

I then traveled onward ignoring the sounds of plea and laughter.

The sky was was cloaked in darkness. Only the moon gave off light, but it's light was crimson like blood. There were no sounds. Not even the wind dared to utter any whispers in the night for it too feared what was to come, but it did blow gently, careful to not say a word. Already the air was filled with the scent of death and night was almost a bitter cold. It was enough to make a mere human tremble and go blue, but it was nothing to me. I stood upon the rooftops, my black cloak flowing elegantly in the gentle breeze. I wore black boots and a long black dress with dark red trim. A hood covered my face so if anyone were to spot me, they would not be able to see my face.

I smirked as I spotted a wayward traveler wearing ragged clothing. He was middle aged and had not eaten or slept for days it seemed. He was maybe six foot and had dark hair. He even had a bag slung over his shoulder. Gracefully, I jumped down, landing on my feet without a sound and made my way to the man. "Hello there," I said, my voice sounding like music that was soft and sweet. The man turned, startled, but then relaxed as he saw it was a woman that had approached him. "Who are you? Isn't it late for a lady to be out?" I laughed, a soft quiet laugh. "Yes, well, I enjoy midnight strolls," I replied, getting closer to him. "May I see your face?" the man asked. I couldn't help but smile knowing that when this mortal's eyes would gaze upon me, he would be instantly trapped in my clutches. I lowered the hood, exposing my face. My skin was pale and smooth, my lips were the color of roses, my eyes still glowed crimson, but were enchanting at the same time, and my hair was long and wavy as it flowed out from the confines of the hood. The man stared with his mouth wide open. When he spoke, he stuttered. "W-w-ow... You are beautiful..." He gasped. "Perhaps we should go elsewhere," I said softly. The man merely nodded and followed.

I led the way through the streets and into an alleyway. I stopped at the dead end and turned. The man had not noticed their location just yet. I smiled, looking at his neck, hearing the beating of his heart, seeing his breaths appear in wisps of white smoke then vanish as soon as they came, smelling the scent of the blood that coursed through his fragile body.

"Come here," I said, and in a trance, the man obeyed. I ran my hand across his face and slowly inclined his head back, exposing his neck. "W-what a-are you doing, miss?" he asked, slightly afraid now. I could hear his heart start to beat faster. "Shh..." I said. "It's okay.. It will be over soon..." The man started to squirm, but I held him tightly. I leaned close to his neck and bit him, embedding my fangs into his flesh.

He cried out in pain and surprise. As the minutes dragged on, he started to relax. I continued to drink the red liquid that flowed through his veins. The man went limp as I drained the last drops from his now cold body. I grinned and dropped the corpse onto the ground. It made a dull thud as it made contact. Suddenly, doors flew open around the village and footsteps ran toward me and the corpse. The alley was blocked by at least a dozen or so villagers. They glanced at the body then at me, their eyes wide with shock. Then, they advanced with swords and sharp objects. I laughed at their foolishness and lunged at them.

I stood among a pile of corpses, covered in blood. I had a smirk upon my face as I licked the blood off my hands. "Humans are so fragile yet their blood is so delicious..." I looked up at the sky which was still dark. When dawn comes, many women and children will awake to no husbands and fathers. Instead, they will see their blood stained on the streets, they will see the corpses scattered, they will smell the scent of their rotting flesh, and they will mourn. I lifted the hood over my face and started to leave the village. "Now... What fun would there be if there were any survivors?" I asked allowed and then snapped my fingers.

The village behind me burst into flames, lighting the night ablaze. Screams soon pierced the air followed by the running of people. "Such a beautiful sound for a crimson night," I said and continued on my way until the night swallowed me, making me vanish. No doubt rumors of what happened would be told throughout the lands. I was called by many names: the Blood Witch, the White Beauty, Destroyer of Kingdoms, the Vampire Sorceress. However, these were not my real names. I was Isabel Akeldama Clemente and I was a Pureblood Vampire.