The End Of The Night
It was such an arbitrary meaning to me. I could never tell you when it ended; my sire always made sure I was tucked away before then.
I am getting ahead of myself. My name is Francis Ascokov; I am a Russian/French mutt. My father disowned me when he found out; I was turned only a week later. Only 18 springs into life and suddenly I become what most feared.
But he was -is- nice. He always helps with hunting, knowing the good marks from the bad; the violent from the peaceful.
I always did love him. When it become such? I would never be able to tell you; all I know is that I could never survive without him.
Yes, yes, I heard all the lectures on co-dependency; living over 300 years will do that to you.
The End of the Night
Sire always made sure I got fed first. He usually hunted for himself after I had been tucked away; hiding from the lighting darkness as he bared it himself.
You probably wondering, 'What is the name of your sire?' Was I wrong? I am sorry though; I have promised him not to tell. That is the number one rule; We don't lie and we protect each other.
I am very embarrassed to say this to anyone; but I gave myself to him. I never said we weren't sensual creatures; just a little bit more laid back than most.
I really shouldn't have said that. I can hear his voice now, 'Frankie, you Băiat prost! Never speak of this to anyone!'
It's kind of funny actually. The only time he ever gets angry with me is if I talk to a pretty boy, or if I yelled something stupid.
*laughs, and a five second pause* he is the only one who taught me.
The End of the Night
My time is almost up isn't it? *A muffled voice says something unintelligible* Well I had better wrap this up quickly.
My name is Francis Ascokov. I am 318 years old; And I am a vampire.
"It was very considerate of you to do this for me Mr. Ascokov. Most would be frightened or threatened by my request." A youngish journalist said, placing his recorder in the large bag he carried with him.
"It was no problem Mr. Marinio." I told him, flashing my fangs in a friendly way. "I hope this information was... helpful" I said fading into the darkness of the room; waiting for my sire to return.