I was born in a small wilage called Willendorf known for its love for knolege. Living in such a place it was inpossible not to learn a thing or two. My education was long hard and boring. I had little friends and I did not care abaut it my only wisch was to some day see a real vampire but not the normal once but the realy old once. I read once that there was a clan of vampires who had blue skin and wings. These vampires posesed great magic and ware here befor the Pillars. Ofcourse all the people said that saing such a thing was blasphemous and wrong and that there was no vampire befor the Pillars ware created. But I knew better. I soon left my home to surche for these ancient vampires. My surch took me to strange places. I have met a lot of Sarafan and seen a lot of their hard work in slaughtering the vampires of Nosgoth. I must say that the sight of so many impaled vampires filed me with so much pain and grief. It was natural for vampires to hunt and drink from humans, just as humans hunt and eat animals. So why ware they so hated. I was to young to understand it. Then! Finaly I reached the Termogent Forest where the infoumes Vorador lived. I must say that my hart was filed with fear and excitement. Will I see the great Vorador or will one of he’s servant vampires kill me, or will I end up chained to his wall like a piece of meat for leighter? I must say in life I was a strange person and with thoughts like these you can see why I did not have many friends! During my jurny deeper in to the forest I was forced to the company of a Sarafan patrol. I stayed in their camp for six days listening to their macab storys as to how they slayed many vampires and so made Nosgoth a safer place. Luckily things got more interesting. On the fourth night we ware attacked by a band of vampires. Why did they attack us I do not know the Sarafan ware in greater numbers then the vampires and yet still they tried to slay us. The battle was short and bloody six Sarafan ware killed and almost all vampires slayed. That is what we all thought. The next night I was drawn to a near by cave by a strange whisper. In the cave I met an interesting guest. It was one of the vampires who attacked the Sarafan camp. She tried to take control of my mind but she was to week to she managed to call me here but nothing more. She could not attack me because of here weekend state. And now I was in a difficult situation. I could call for the Sarafan and let them slay this beast, that is what every person living in Nosgoth would most likely do, or to do... yes to do what? I do not know what was I thinking in that moment but I did something unthinkable. I saved a vampire. I hid the cave with branches and mud, and made sure the Sarafan did not come this way by making an idiotic excuse about me needing my privacy. And the warriors did not question my acting this way. The vampires wounds healed slowly because she lacked fresh blood and was still to weak to take mine. Then I left the Sarafan camp and spent all my time with my unliving patient. The silence was broken by her!
- Why are you doing this for me? I will kill you when I have the strength for it.
Her words made me realize that I am not taking care of some hurt animal but a vampire a real vampire!
- Will you really kill me?
-Yes I will.
-Why?
- Because you are nothing more then human catle to me!
This conversation was not going well. I started to consider going back for the Sarafan. Maybe I have made a mistake doing this. But before I called the Sarafan I would try something else! 
- I must meat Vorador!
- Ha you meat the master I do not think so.
- Aha so you do serve the vampire Vorador.
Her face fraund. I did not like the way her face was changing.
- I did not mean to insult you.
- You did not. So you wont to meat the master huh? How do I know this is not a trap for him?
- I do not think such a small band of Sarafan could really hurt him could they now? 
- No I do not think so.
She replied after a few seconds.
- So this is my plan: I will give you some of my blood so you can heal your self and contact your master. And in return I would like to talk in private with Vorador the elder. Do you agree?   
The silence was unbearable! Finally she spoke.
- Very well I will grant you that wish for a bit of your blood. But I cant promise you that the master will answer your request! 
- I understand. Where should I wait for your answer and how long?
- Wait here and how long I do not know?
- But how will I know you have come?
- When I come you Will Know!
- Wait I did not ask you your name?
- My name? My name is Kianna!
And so after drinking a bit of my blood the woman vampire left turning in to a bat! She said her name was Kianna but was she telling the truth? Perhaps the storys abut the traitorous vampires ware true? I was soon to find out! 
 
 
 

          When I woke up I was paralyzed with fear! There right in front of me was standing the vampire Vorador! His persona was incredible so strong and majestic I could not help not looking at him with great admiration. I could not speak for a long time finally my curiosity took the upper hand.
- Are you Vorador?
- You do not miss a thing do you? Yes I am Vorador and now tell my why have you summoned me mortal?
My mouth was dry and I thought I would loose consciousness. But I managed to reply.
- I always wanted to meat an elder vampire. And I must know the truth do the winged vampires really exist?
- What did you say boy?
I began to tremble with fear. I could not say a word.
- How do you know about them?
The words came out with the greatest of difficulty.
- I read about them in my home. In one of the great libraries of Willendorf.
- A yes the libraries of Willendorf that is most likely the only place you would find the knowledge about the ancients. But how did it come to pass that a young soul like you is interested in such beasts.
-I do not think vampires are beasts. And I think I have proved it by saving Kianna did I not?
- Yes you did. Weary well I will take you to my mansion. 
- To your mansion but why?
- Do you want to meat an ancient boy?
- Yes more than anything. Please take me to your mansion!
The vampire put his taloned hand on my shoulder and in an explosion of green fog he teleported us to his sanctuary! The place looked more like a temple in some parts but it was a beautiful place filed with art works and expensive decorations. I spend many hours in Voradors library which could mach the library’s of Willendorf it self. I felt strange being the only living person in the building  except the people hanging on the walls. From Vorador and his books I learned many things about vampires and their history, things I would never have learned else where. After many months witch I have spent in the company of Vorador I felt it was time for me to finally meat the ancient one. I begd Vorador for many days and finely he agreed. Instantly ware we brought to the sanctuary of the oldest vampire in Nosgoth and the sire of Vorador the legendary Janos Audron. The sanctuary was far more impressive and beautiful than that of Vorador. The entrance was built in the side of the cliff and the rest of the structure was in the hallow mountain. Long stairs led to the entrance but because the constant attacks of the Sarafan the stairs ware broken in the middle making it impossible for a human to enter the mountain stronghold of Janos. But with the help of Vorador we managed to enter with out a problem. The interior was made of stone, marble and ice. In a combination of such beauty that my heart stopped to beat. The fortress was immense as big as an  entire human city and hid completely in the mountain. After miles of halls, steps and chambers we finally stood at the final door in the sanctuary. Behind this door was the answer to all my questions. The door had a strange lock that could be opened only by a vampire with a clawed hand. Vorador made the honors. The door opened silently and I noticed that I was holding my breath. Now I will know, are vampires beasts, ware they here before humans. Vorador gently pushed me in to the chamber. It was big, one side of the chamber was one big balcony with large pillars decorating it. There was a fire place a marble table and a beautiful sofa. The walls ware field with paintings of blue winged creatures in a wonderful city. Then he appeared majestic, beautiful, graceful, magnificent. I fainted. A voice awoke me a voice so calm, soothing it filed my hart with an overwhelming sense of peace. It took me some time to understand what he was talking to me.
- What is your name young one?
- Huh what, name oh yes ofcourse my name amm Nemessis. Nemessis Lealgol.
I slowly go up from the marble table.
- Where is Vorador?
- He left we are alone now. So you are seeking answers well first you must ask me the questions so if you are feeling well enough let us talk.
I did not expect such direct approach from him. He was tall, well built. Dressed in a long white robe with no sleeves. His skin was truly blue and I saw a pare of great black-brown wings. He looked like an angel of fury. I did not hesitate to ask my questions. I took a long breath and started.
- Are you truly an ancient, can you use those wings to fly, how old are you, are there more like you, ware you here before us, did humans erect the pillars, can you use magic?
Janos laught and looked at me like a scolder at a beginning student.
- So much questions. And I suppose that more will linger in that young mind of yours. I will try to answer those which you already have asked. Yes I am an ancient, I use these wings to fly, I truly lost track of time, no there are no more like me, we ware the first on Nosgoth, no my kind erected the pillars, magic well you will need to find that out on your own. 
His kindness surprised me. It was no surprise to me when I decided to stay with Janos and he agreed to this. With Janos I spent years listening to his stories about the pillars, Nosgoths past, the war with the Hylden, the blade called the Soul Reaver, and the prophecy of the messiah. Finally I asked the question.
- Will you turn me in to a vampire like you?
- Why?
His question caught me of guard. I truly did not know how to answer him.
- When you know the answer to that question then we will talk about me turning you in to a vampire.
An with that he left. Leaving me with confusion. I struggled for days to find the answer to my dilemma. And finally it came to me it was so simple it scared me!
- I was meant to be a vampire!
- Did you know? And how can you tell that my young friend.
- I never hated vampires. I gathered knowledge of vampires and your legends. I hated The Sarafan for their bloody crusade. 
- Continue.
- Now I know that I was scared to admit it at home but deep inside I always wanted to be a vampire. I do not know why. It was simply natural to me.
Janos did not reply. He simply smiled. 
- Very  well I will make you my child.
I was beyond with joy. I do not remember much of the ritual that led to my transformation. I only know it involved blood from Janos and the Soul Reaver. When I awoke I was a vampire. My skin was blue I had fangs and clawed hands and feet.
- The wings will grow leighter do not worry.
- Why does Vorador look different?
- He was turned after his death and I could not use the Reaver for it.
Janos told me how the Reaver would sustain me as long as I remained in the sanctuary. But that I would need to drink blood from humans when I leave. And as Janos said my wings grew with time. Finally they ware as big as those owned by Janos. And I had my firs flight. It was difficult at first but it came to me with time. A yes magic. I learned it to. Now I could cast the sanctuary spell and alsowe lightning bolt, lightning. I could stop humans in their tracks to easily drink their blood. Telepathy was no sacred to me as was assuming mist form. But the most useful was the ability to assume human form to venture in to the city. But this illusion was delicate and was easy do see throe. This would never fool the Sarafan. I spent with Janos and Vorador 400 years and finally I was compelled to find my own paths. And so I left. I settled closer to the pillars dangerously clouds to the Sarafan stronghold but something told me I should keep a clause aye on these holy warriors.