Lelio was happy as a human, he was content at home working with his father in the fields, using his hands to create his living, to keep a roof above his head. He liked the idea that he could bring something to life by just pressing it into the soil and giving it water, quenching it's thirst to live and thrive, to drink the water that gives the plants he planted life. He was eighteen, and had to be married soon. The butchers daughter, Pamela, was beautiful enough to be a Princess. There wasn't a boy in the village that wasn't in love with Pamela. But she, she wanted Lelio. Lelio was flattered and everything, but he just wanted to be with his family and few friends. He had no interest in love, or marriage for that matter.Lelio turned her down, shocking the whole village. This was around the time that a theatre troupe came into town, every year they came and put on a marvelous play. This year, it was a tragedy. Lelio went to see this tragic play, and one woman caught his eye, an actress. She had a shockingly pale, heart shaped face with lumincent eyes and skin, unaturaly beauty. It was ethereal. Her face, did'nt seem to have one bit of the white greasepaint the actors wore, yet it was the color of the paint, but her skin. It was her actual skin! her facial expression had Lelio gasping, crying, and laughing at moments along with the audience, her graceful, sweeping movements on the stage. Her beautiful raven hair tumbling down her back. It was entrancing! Simply erotic to the audience.
Lelio decided to talk to the woman after a performance. It just so happened, she had had her gorgeous emerald eyes on him too. They talked and talked for hours, her smile, her voice, her everything had Lelio head over heels. They went back to her room a the inn, intimiatley kissing and caressing each other. When, she smiled. It was a beautiful, terrifying, fang filled smile. As Lelio's eye's filled with sheer horror, she sank her teeth into his neck and drank, drank and drank until he was nearly dead.
"Lelio, my love, come, walk with the immortal." she whispered sweetly into his ear before gashing her own neck, and pulling him with incredible strength to it. He drank, and drank just as she had, his own blood quenching his thirst to live, just as he quenched the plant's thirst for water. It was heart wrenching when she pulled him away, tearing him from the beautiful taste of the iron blood.
It was, on that night, that Lelio, the simple farmer, became a vampire.
And on that very same night, the beautiful woman wrote him a letter of epic proportions, five pages long, instructing him on everything he needed to know. Everything else, he had to figure out for himself.
And then she was gone, Lelio all alone in the inn room, with shut up windows. It was light free, and life free. It was a void of darkness, and Lelio's sadness. He was no longer human, he was a monster. A beast that fed off the living. How would he survive, his kind heart, in a world full of death?
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