I am progenitor of all other vampires.
I was the thing in the dark when humans first built fire,
the first thing that gave them chills as they slept.
I was created by Eve,
and I know of the leviathans when they first were born.
I created an entire race of vampires across the world,
that soon populated into a new civilization.
I kept close tabs on my “children”,
while continuing to populate the world with vampires for many years.
I am a calm and cultured being,
however when pushed I do have a furious temper.
When it came to humans,
I regarded them as nothing more than food,
and I did not care how many were killed.
However, when it came to other vampires,
I did truly care about them,
and considered them all my ”children“.
I took my role as father of my species seriously,
acting as both their leader and their protector.
I had been quiet for many years,
but when the British Men of Letters killed hundreds of my children,
that’s when my anger boiled over.
I tried to talk through the situation,
but hunters never listen.
Before I got the chance to rip out the throat of the leader of this group,
Sam killed me with the weapon I thought was finally lost.