And the Darkness he called night.

The day had brought all it could, and now the sun is gone! This is where I come in. I never really liked the sun but there's just something about that moon that sets these old fangs on fire. I was awaken from a short 25 year nap and I could smell my favor meal mixed with something else, so much that I almost darted from my new resting place and had me a most wicked breakfast. As I stood, I realized I wasn't alone, a mortal had wondered his way into my tomb, I watch this man closely as he seemed to be smoking something out of a clear glass pipe, the smoke spun in a hypnotizing way, and his eyes were like mine when I feasted on humans, blood drunk. I moved closer to where the light from his lighter had cought just my face, I had a passion for the dramatics. What is that? I said, thinking I would for sure scared his soul out of him, but to my surprise, he snapped at me, and said fuck off, It's mine! A mortal had only spoken to me this way about 3 times since I became what they call a vampire, but they rarely spoke at all. He continued, as if I were not a threat. This made me want to know who he was, I was tempted to kill him, but curiosity got the best of me as usual. I moved right next to him and set down, he didn't notice til I asked again, " what is this?", he turned to face me, but this time he was looking the devil in his eyes, he froze but still managed to utter a single word, he called it, "dope!" His hand shook as he handed it to me, I could hear his heart speed up every time he took a puff, but now it was really racing. I had smoked the ancient herbs more then once in my life, but this was no herb, I could tell as soon as it awoken me. I knew how to smoke it, from the hour I stood watching him, I clicked the lighter and put the pipe to my lips and began to spin it as he did, the smoke started spinning as I inhaled, I had filled my whole chamber with smoke blowing it out, it had a enchanted effect on me, my powers had increased a hundred fold, I began to float off the ground and completely forgot about the terrified mortal next to me, until he use every ounce of his will to say, what are you? I was slightly offended and glared at him for a moment, a look that would stop a mans heart and had in the past. I am Able, I said, the first born of my cursed father Cain. What started as a simple answer, turned into the early days of my life, I told him things no other soul had known and I couldn't stop myself, what was this stuff I smoked? It made me feel like I drank the whole town. I told him of every kingdom I ruled and he began to ask questions. He asked about my father, as if he had heard of him before, but that was about 7019 years ago and I have never spoke a word of him , I hated him, he traded me to the night on my 250th birthday, for a kingdom that only lasted a couple hundred human years. This man knew of my fathers brother, the one he murdered and named me after, but how could a mortal know of such things? I thought to myself for a moment, Oh yes, that's right!, The children of the most high had wrote a book about it, they kept there secrets, I had gotten my hands on one before, but the words changed before my eyes, and burned to touch, I never understood. I decided to keep him alive, why not?, shit I haven't had a apprentice since Solomon turn his back on me for the queen of the south, her beauty and weak magic, she drew from even weaker demons, still makes me laugh out loud!, but that's another chapter, another life, and only one of so many. My name is Able, the first blood drinker, the seed of Cain and Adam, and this is my side of the story of life!