I was born long ago, in a time that some believe to only be myth. I was born there… but created… I was created in the dungeons of my home, of the only place I ever felt safe. In my home Atlantis I was murdered. It all had to begin with Amnek; she was my best friend, and the princess of Atlantis. We were playmates, me being the son of a wealthy merchant and friend of the king, Amnek and I grew up together. She was the first and only woman I ever loved. When she came of age to marry we found out that she was betrothed to a man she didn’t know or even care for. I was furious, I spoke to the king, begged and pleaded, and I even tried to bribe him. But the man wouldn’t budge; the marriage had been arranged since birth. Since there was nothing I could do I insisted that she and I meet in private, I didn’t want to loose her. The day before her wedding, our last private meeting, her fiancé Phink must have had one of his spies follow us. After we departed, late in the evening, two very rough looking men met me in an alley, none I knew. The next thing I remember was a sharp pain in the back of my head then falling hard onto the cobble stoned pathway. From there on every thing are just blurred painful images… Screams, flickering firelight on slimy stonewalls… large wooden doors where the screams came from… more pain…then blood… all over the walls… The most vivid memory I had of that time was when I was awoken in a room of complete darkness... I was sure that I was still asleep or dead until I heard voices… It was two men talking amongst one another as if I wasn’t there…they were saying things like; do you think it will work? It’s a bizarre request…. He might die… No harm in trying…any one who comes here is already dead. Then I knew on some level that I had been dragged into the gloomy tunnels under Atlantis, where the criminals and men never to be seen again went… I had heard rumors about Bull-men…Manitars they called them... There were other experiments but they usually died within a few days… Then there was more pain in my body, waves of pain one after another, my mind was a foggy cloud, I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t see, I felt weak as if all of my blood was leaving my body. I some how looked at my body in the flickering torchlight only to see that I was soaked in my own blood, I vomited immediately. I did that many times when ever I woke, I was always strapped to some sort of table, unable to move, pipes and tubes ran from my body, taking my blood away. I remember the extra pain of vomiting when there was nothing left to vomit, they never fed me or gave me drink. It was a miracle I was still alive… But I didn’t care. Then one night, I found out what time it was later, I awoke to no more pain. There was no churning pain in my stomach to make me vomit, no blood dripped from my body. In fact I was no longer tied down, some how the chains and ropes had broken, lying limp on the cold stone floors, torn clean by what looked like hands. I slowly look around the room; my eyes seemed to take in every thing and more. I could see the tiny cracks in the walls, the rivers of dried blood flakes, I could see where insects had traveled over the walls, and their footsteps clear to me. Then I realized that there was no torch.
No light at all, I was seeing in the dark. I gasped at this, and then found that I couldn’t breath, but I didn’t need to. My body seemed quite, there were no warm pulse beneath my flesh and no steady beat in my chest. I couldn’t even feel heat or cold. Immediately I began to panic; I was dead but not. I was alive but dead at the same time. Undead they call it, or… ah yes, a Vampire…. In a blur I moved from the room, pushing the door from its hinges with a mere shove of my palm, the door was a foot thick, and I felt no challenge. My body moved faster than I could imagine, with a feline grace. I could hear every thing; the dripping of some thing my nose told me was blood from behind another great door, the scuttle of spiders and insects on the musty dirt and slimy stonewalls. My nose flared from the bitter scent of the blood, it was still fresh. I passed hundreds of doors; my senses led me towards the scent of fresher air and light that no human could have seen.
Suddenly I swayed on my feet, my hands bracing me against the walls, some thing was drawing me towards it, calling for me. My entire body craved to go to this being… I rounded the corner, my body felt weaker. And there he was. My first victim. It was an elder man, the key keeper or some thing like that. He was fat; his apron must’ve seen better days, covered in stains, mostly blood. His heart was beating slow and steady, his head lolling on his shoulder. Every throaty gurgle like breath he took I heard clearly as if it were my own, his heartbeat pumped in my mind. I could hear his blood cells rush through his veins, and I wanted a taste. My hands were already digging into the meaty flesh of his arms and shoulder before I knew what I was doing, my teeth had punctured the sweaty flesh of his neck and I began to suck his blood. It was the best feeling I’ve ever had, the warmth of his life fluids ran through my body, my mind began to clear, every thing became more heightened than before, and best of all, it was the deepest sexual pleasure I’d ever had. The pleasure ran through my body in shocking waves, each better than the last.
I was sad when I found that the man was dead, not because I’d killed him, no I wanted that, it was because the pleasure had ended.
I pulled away, groaning, and moved with my undead speed up the dimly lit spiral stairs. I pushed through many doors, and walked through many halls and up several levels of stairs until I found one that led to the fresh air. Immediately I was shocked by the lack of noises, no bustle of people moving about their business… Even at night there would have been people along the cobbled streets... Atlantis never slept.  
I wandered around in the darkened streets until I found one familiar to me; even then it was completely different. Buildings had been replaced, new ones built and old ones left to ruins. I followed the streets I knew to lead to the city square, where the great temples would rest, never once meeting another soul. Finally I came to my destination, where every soul of Atlantis stood in complete transfixion, their eyes locked on the middle of the three temples.
There was shouting, cries and many muffled sounds that I didn’t care for. There on the center temples steps stood the man who’d left me to die in the dungeons, he was so much older than I remembered, his hair gray, his skin withered and he stooped slightly from his age. In his wrinkled hands he held a small crystal, two larger ones were placed on each side of the steps beside him, all bright blue and pulsing as if they were alive. I learned from the voices of the crowd that the king’s wife had disappeared, driving him insane… He some how came to possess these crystals of power and he now planned to make Atlantis the greatest empire in the world with them. As soon as the crystal in his palms was raised the other two crystals grew brighter, then a beam of light erupted from each one, and they all three met in the middle above the top of the tower, shooting high into the heavens. That was when the crowd panicked, screams, people running and pushing. For the earth beneath our feet had began to shake and rumble. Shouts of worse news reached my ears before those of the humans; a wall of water was heading for Atlantis, it would be there in mere minutes.
After that point every thing was very uneventful, I escaped with the survivors to the present day south and north Americas. Where we created some of the ‘first’ civilizations. We tried to rebuild Atlantis, but it was impossible, we didn’t have enough people, this new place was strange to us, and we needed the help of our crystals. The ones we wore around our necks were not strong enough to do what we needed… Many forgot over time how to use them, what they were for… then where they came from. I kept mine, even though it was really of no use to me anymore. I watched civilizations come and go, lives begin and end, and never met one like me. I used few of the humans to feed me; many times I would feed from the animals. I was eventually able to leave with strangers that came to our new homes, I didn’t mingle with the business of the humans from either places, and I didn’t want or need to get attached to any one. I passed over the world in a daze; I’ve been to almost every possible place in this world now. I became bored and mad with the time; the possibility of always being like this, always looking the same… nothing would change. So I tried to kill my self in every way imaginable- slitting wrists, drowning, fire, falling/jumping from great heights, etc. And none ever worked. I could walk in the light of the sun, though when I first left Atlantis it hurt my skin very badly, I was much paler than my fellow Atlantians but I eventually became able to walk in full daylight. I could feel pain… It was just a dull numb throb… and it only lasted for a few seconds if any at all. I got the idea to make another like me… but the question was- how? So, with that question I took humans that I had observed and thought might be worthy enough and I experimented on them. None ever worked until on one late night I found a young woman beaten badly laying in an alley, she looked dead but I could hear the slow beating of her heart and the shudders of her wispy breath. I took her back to one of my many city mansions, and just on a whim, since she was almost dead any way, I bit myself and gave her some of my blood. Thus creating the second Vampire. Or so I thought. Her name was Amelia, a young French woman. She never told me much about her past or of the night I found her… she was always a mystery to me. She and I worked well together, not a couple… but companions. She eventually became angry with me… for many different reasons, one of the main always being that I didn’t tell her how to make more of us, and why we didn’t rule the humans. She didn’t understand. She said that we were the superior race, better than the humans and they should bow to our power.
Then one day I returned to our current home to find her gone. No note, nothing of hers left behind. Like she’d never existed. I should have seen it coming but I hadn’t cared. Over the years I would occasionally make another vampire... but none were like Amelia… I would leave them after a few months... maybe a year… About a year ago I ran into one of her fledglings, a young male, only 10 or 15 years as an undead. He was stupid and foolish. From him I learned that Amelia had been busy, making more and more vampires, some stronger than the rest. She was making us a race. After taking the information I needed I killed the young vampire and fed from him, his blood was different; I could taste Amelia in it. Some times I will meet another of her fledglings, I see them often in the city I live in. They seem to sense my power for they tread carefully around me, trying to act as if they were still human. But I like the ones who are cocky enough to think that they could challenge me; I play with them, make them exhausted then kill them from taking their blood. I thought Amelia would’ve taught them better. Its been almost over a thousand years since I made her… there are many stronger ones now… but none could even touch me. Most of the time in the city I move around the city at night, I am richer than I need to be, I have enough money to literally last me more than a lifetime, and I’ve never really had to do any thing to earn it. I usually lurk around the nightclubs; I own most of the ones in this city, but my favorite is owned by another vampire; Blake. He’s pretty young, only a couple hundred years old, and the only vampire I will tolerate.  The name of the club was Dragon Fire. Seeing as Blake always had a fascination with the giant fire beasts, it seemed appropriate. Many nights I would go to this club, lounge at my private table and watch the humans. I hadn’t made another vampire for a few years... maybe I should make another? The young woman that Blake had sent to me was giggling madly as a human male spoke to her then finally took her away from my table to undoubtedly take advantage of her drunkenness. I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the soft plush couch, a red drink in my hand, blood, but the humans wouldn’t know that. Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, my body tensed and I fought the urge to drop to a crouch on the ground, ready to attack. Some thing was wrong, some thing... no… some one… was here…