I don't remember my parents of siblings, nor the place where I grew up. I don't remember if I married or if I had children. I don't even remember what career I had or the year I was born or the year that I died, for that matter. All I remember is waking in a dark small place.
As if on instinct I teleported from my tomb and found myself in a crypt. I looked beside me and found and engraving on the stone chamber: Draecore. I assumed that the name belonged to me and that that typically back in those days that typically back in those days of old to lay the dead to rest at their point of origin. As I exited the crypt I found the fresh night air of Ireland.
It was a quiet villiage…well…it was back then. Again as if by instinct I hunted in the night for a meal. I knew not what of, but that I would know once I came to it. there was a man nearby and I swiftly was at his throat, draining him of his life. After he died I tilted my head to the sky and knew this is what I was. a child of the night. The man's blood ran through my cold body, warming me and satisfying the pangs of hunger, however, I still wished for more. After another person I took the bodies back to my crypt, leaving no trace of them at the scene's and stored them in some of the other catacombs for later use.
That is basically how I lived for the next seventy five years until one night I went out and spied a most lovely woman. I casually walked up to her. "Good evening, madam."
"Good evening, sir. What can I do for you?"
"nothing. But perhaps a chat?"
"very well."
I gentlemanly held out my arm for her and she took it. together we walked not more than across the yard to sit and talk. "what is a gentleman like you doing out here in the middle of nowhere, if you don't mind my asking,"
"I live out here. My name is Draecore. And yours, lovely lady?"
"Fauna. Fauna Brodie."
"Fauna… what a heavenly name, my dear."
She blushed and shied away as I took her hand to kiss it. "Such a noble name, you have, Sir."
"Please, you may call me Drac."
It was then that Fauna's father called her from the house. "Oh it's my father! Please, come meet him?"
"alright, my dear." We got up and walked to the farm house where on the porch I met her father.
"Father," Fauna introduced. "this is Draecore. Sir, this is my father Donald Brodie."
"a pleasure to meet you sir," I bowed and shook the man's hand.
Donald asked, "where are you from, stranger?"
"I live locally."
"can't be too locally. No one lives out here in these parts. Wont you come in?"
"Yes, thank you." It was then that I found the reason for the invitation… Donald wanted to marry off his faughter. I entered the well lite home to find Fauna's mother, Sherry, and her younger brother and two sisters as well as an older brother. I looked like a million lira as hellish as I looked in comparison to these simple country folk. Afterall, I was still wearing the clothes I was buried in. I washed them and tended to repairs when needed. And thank goodness I washed my clothes just the evening before.
We all sat in the livingroom, which clearly was never used, only for visitors and Fauna's youngest reached over the back of the couch to swat at my elbow long, thick, wavey, dark brown hair, tied back in a white bow. Donald snapped and scolded the little one but I chuckled and said that I didn't mind, that I really didn't socialize all that much and that any and all was welcome.
We had tea and talked of recent events and the farm as the two young girls braided my hair and sat beside me to make me a crown of daiseys. Pretty soon the young were herded to their room to sleep and the family settled the house closer to rest of the night; a few candles were put out.
Donald commented, "well, Draecore, tomorrow is another work day. I bid thee goodnight."
"Goodnight, sir.