Kain lay in his tomb in the semi-death he fell into during the day. He could feel everything around him but see nothing.
 As the town clock struck nine Kain knew it would be dark.

“So begins the hunt”

He arose from his crypt onto the dark streets. He wore a black hooded cloak on top of his loose, deep red shirt. He had dark trousers that ended in his large cloven feet. He stood at about 6’8 with broad shoulders. Even as a human he would have seemed imposing, as a vampire he was terrifying. He preferred to jump than to walk but he had something special planned for tonight. He was going to conquer his first village and release his true self. The villagers already knew there was a vampire in town from the drained corpses found lying in the street every night but tonight there would be no one left to find the corpses…
 He had made a route through the town that he could kill as many as possible for blood before starting the burn the village. He paced towards his starting point. On his way he walked past a drunken man on his way home. He would never make it. Mistake number 1: The drunken man began shouting at Kain and started to follow him up the street. Mistake number 2: The man threw a bottle at Kain. Mistake number 3: Not running.
 Warm with blood and filled with rage Kain began his first massacre. He walked into the first house, discarded his cloak and roared. He heard the scared footsteps above him and started towards the stairs. He met the first human on the stairs. He was a well built young man with a sword in his hand. He made a lunge for Kain’s heart. Kain dissipated into mist and ripped the young mans heart out from his back. He drank and tossed the pale body down the stairs. He then went for the screaming child he saw at the top of stairs. Then the father and mother. Then  the next house and the next one and the next one….
 

Kain ran so fast down the road toward the town gates he almost fell onto his face. He had finished his last house and the town was ablaze. He reached the gate and made a gigantic leap over the wall. He turned in a skid to look upon the destruction he had caused. He smiled and wiped the blood from his cold purple lips. He had fed well tonight, more than ever before and he had killed more than ever before as well. He turned his back to walk away to find a place to rest for the night when an arrow landed between his feet. He twisted his neck to see his opponent. There stood a man he had seen only once before, a fine example of a human indeed. His name was Halleck, the town guard. Kain could smell the blood dripping from him, yet even injured Halleck could pose a threat. Kain ran towards Halleck with his eyes burning a bright yellow. Halleck jumped from the wall onto a nearby cliff and slid down onto the path leading into the town. They stood face to face until Halleck darted to the left and made a sweep at Kain’s legs with his two handed sword. Kain jumped the blade and kicked Halleck square in the chest, sending him flying 6ft back. Kain followed up the attack with a pounce but only hit the earth where Halleck had been. Halleck had rolled to the side and recovered. He made a quick lunge into a Kain’s side and cut. Kain snarled and let his true power emerge. He pushed Halleck to the ground with one cloven foot and lifted him in a strangle with his hand. Halleck turned from a shade of purple to red to blue. Kain only let go when he heard Halleck’s heart stop beating. He drunk for the last time that night from Halleck’s thick muscular neck before walking into the mountains, and the next town….