I know I have a lot of editing to do, I just want to know if this is even worth my time. SO read it be honest, but I'M NOT LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO EDIT IT.




Prologue

The stars were hidden in the clouds as the moon peaked through them, like a spy peers through a gap in the curtains. The sky was the color of dark sapphires, and there was an eerie chill that could freeze even the warmest soul. The country side was silent and the only thing that could be heard was screams carried on the wind. Suddenly the sound of horses’ hooves that pounded the earth and the dull rumbled of the carriage followed. Sitting it the carriage, was the very predator that all children had come to fear. The creature was like nothing the world had ever seen. It was not a dragon or a man eating serpent; it was something even deadlier, something that no human had successfully killed. This predator resembled a man but was something else entirely, an immortal.
He had a pair of ruby red eyes, with pail skin; his black hair was rather long and tied behind him using a strand of satin ribbon. He was dressed in an elegant 18th century coat with elegant embroidery, a matching vest and shirt as well as a pair of britches. He was dressed in the height of Victorian fashion, as he was making his was to a city, currently known as Berlin. He smiled to himself, his white teeth glistened in the light and he looked at the city he was approaching. The coachman made sure the horses continued to trot, as the carriage approached the city the sound of their hooves became a thunder that could be heard in the heart of Berlin. They entered the city and the man looked out the coach window, “Excellent, home at last,” said the man with happiness. The coach driver had the horses to slow to a jog, as they worked their way to an elaborate town house located in the heart of Berlin. The lamps outside the house were lit, and the coach driver stopped.
The man opened the coach door and the man stepped out, his shoes clicked against the stone paved sidewalk. A group of servants had run out of the house and began to collect his luggage off the carriage. The caretaker of the house stepped out as said, “Ah my dear Count Sebastian of Limburg, welcome to Berlin.” Sebastian nodded in acknowledgement and walked up the stairs. He walked through the door and the foyer unfolded before him. He smiled and handed his cane off to a young hand to take care of. “Sebastian? Is that you?” asked a sweet voice from the women’s parlor. The foyer was elegant with two staircases ascending to the second floor where there was a giant open space used for many events. The floors were covered in elegant carpets and the stair railing was just as intricate as the decorative molding and designs on the ceiling. Sebastian turned to the right and walked through a door off to the side. Sitting in a chair near the book shelves was the most sought after woman in Berlin. She had a pair of ruby red eyes, long coffee brown hair and an elegant gown. Her voice was sweet and smooth, “Sebastian,” she breathed as a smiled curled on her lips. Sebastian approached and asked, “How are you this evening my love?” She looked up at him and responded, “Wonderful, how was your trip?”
Sebastian smiled and said, “It was wonderful, exquisite actually.” He turned his head as he heard someone come down the stairs. “Father?” asked the voice cautiously. Sebastian looked in the doorway to find a young man standing there. He had coffee brown hair, and angular feature, he was clean shaven and smiled sweetly. “I knew it was you, only you could brighten mother’s mood,” he said sweetly. Sebastian nodded and remarked, “Ivan you’ve gotten stronger and much taller have you not?” Ivan smiled and said, “Yes I have, there are libations in the kitchen by the way.” Sebastian smiled as he extended a hand to his wife, “Shall we dine?” he asked sweetly. She took his hand and the two walked into the kitchen. In the large kitchen was a cluster of people standing in rags, they had been fed and looked content. “Thank you sir,” said one of the peasants, he appeared to be the leader of the group. Sebastian grinned darkly and had the servants leave the room, on their way out they locked the doors. “I’m so glad that you are well fed,” said Sebastian. “We are truly thankful for your hospitality,” said the peasant. “Yes of course,” said Sebastian. He was now standing in front of the peasant, the peasant stared in shock, and Sebastian smiled and turned to the women standing beside him. She had light golden hair, with a pair of crystalline blue eyes. Sebastian lifted the girls chin and remarked, “Lovely, absolutely ravishing,” the girl shivered, “don’t be afraid.” Sebastian moved in closer and whispered in her ear, “You smell lovely.” He pulled back and smiled, the girl felt a little more comfortable and he smiled. In seconds he had grabbed the girl and sunk his teeth into her main artery running up the neck.
The peasants screamed as the family ran and began to feed. Sebastian dropped the girl’s dead body and said, “Sad, she was a pretty thing.” The peasants attempted to break out the door as they fed. “A lamb ripe for slaughter,” said Sebastian to himself as the frenzy intensified.
“I hope you don’t intend on finishing that,” said a low voice behind them. Standing in rags was a young man with dark black hair and mahogany skin. The man smiled and tackled Ivan to the floor. In seconds Ivan had been immobilized and there was a signature sound of cracking marble. Sebastian looked horrified and the young man then tackled his wife. Sebastian threw the young man off and attacked him. He was quick and forceful; he attempted to pull the young man apart. The young man pulled out a special blade and began to slash at him. Sebastian grabbed the young man and threw him out the window. Sebastian walked into the street and looked for the young man, but he wasn’t on the pavement. The young man had vanished. Sebastian sprinted back into the kitchen, and slid to the side of his wife. “Sebastian,” she whispered, he attempted to help her only to watch her burst into dust. Sebastian screamed in anger and stared at the room filled with both blood and the dust of his family.