The System of a Vampire

Draig stood in front of these guards with a look of derision, bit his wrist and savored the taste of his own flesh as runes began forming and slamming into the chests of the guards.

"You mortals think this meager resistance will stop me" stated Draig with a mocking tone, he knew their bodies were incapable of comparing to his but he needed to practice the usage of his own given abilities.

"Little Vampire what do you think your doing in my kingdom" came a power filled voice shocking Draig to the core.

"Vampire" questioned the guards in shock

"Your kingdom" questioned Draig refusing to back down, he faced Zarra of the Guild association he wouldn't back down from this show of power.

"Tell me who sent you to cause trouble here, what family is so audacious that they don't even send a baron but a mere peerage initiate" demanded the voice as a tale Elf wearing a crown of silver appeared

"What are you talking about baron's and such for, you old elf. I am here to make it known that I am the lord of this forbidden zone" stated Draig even though his blood curdling at the sight of this old elf

"Oh so you are unaffiliated, then I have no need to fear repercussion" said the old elf as light began emanating from him carrying a divine aura.

Draig felt his skin beginning to crawl and his blood setting to boil, he growled as his eyes became bloodshot.

"You damn elf, you think a mere light will allow you to win this" called Draig as he reached out and made a clutching motion bringing a halt to the divine essence that was infiltrating his body.

The old elf was still basked in light but his face was filled with a look of vengeance.

"The Bloodmancer's still have an heir it seems, I should have known your kind wouldn't let such a prestigious bloodline die out. Allow me to wash away the Name of Feratu from this world" said the old elf as the divine aura came back stronger than ever causing Draig to release his magic.

"You damn Elf, I curse you and your people for this slight against me. May all your descendants be cursed as well to serve me in the afterlife" shouted Draig as a dark mist shot out of his bodyas he passed out.

"Liam, that's enough" shouted a voice that dropped a deathly pressure onto the entire kingdom of elves

The old elf fell to his knees struggling for breath, he knew that voice all too well. When the uprising had began and at the cusp of overthrowing the humans this man appeared bring with him a terrible might.

As this person appeared his black robes fluttered in the wind and his eyes burned with malice, his staff smashed into the prone body of the elf king stopping that holy radiance.

"You dare to keep using your parlor tricks in front of me" said the man as the elves around all gasped upon recognizing this figure from the stories told by the older generation.

"Zar-ra, what is this little beast to you for you to stop his purging" asked Liam clutching his ribs where he had been hit.

"You don't need to worry about his connection to me, I am taking him from here if you wish to stop me then stand now" said Zarra his red eyes promising cruel torture

"You would really make an enemy of the entire elven kingdom for this brat" asked Liam with grit teeth

"The question is would Your elven kingdom make an enemy of ME for this brat" stated Zarra flexing his might causing the foundation of the city to quake.

Liam coughed blood feeling the pressure focusing on him, he looked down and growled out silently

"Fine, take your little leech and leave this place" shouted Liam in rage

Zarra snorted and opened a rift carrying Draig with him.

'Brat your gonna have a lot of explaining to do when I get done with you' thought Zarra dragging the moniker-ed 'leech' with him

Draig was was in a deep sleep as his body purged out the holy element poisoning his body.

'Ancient chanting'

Draig opened his eyes as he stared at the circle of beings made of blood circling around a ball of light, upon his awakening they all turned to him with a shining look where their eyes should have been.

'These are the creatures I've devoured, but what's that light' wondered Draig

The creatures around the orb of light motioned for Draig to come closer but he was hesitant remembering what the light of that old Elf did to him.

He cautiously took a step forward seeing the light flicker before the being's of blood focused their energies back on sustaining the light. Seeing this he walked closer and noticed the light dimmed a bit, every step he took towards this ball of light it dimmed more until he stood in front of the orb.

Its color was still white but it no longer radiated light, carefully he placed his hand on the orb and that was when the biggest change happened the orb and started to bleed into black and the divine feeling had changed and he in fact felt himself being invigorated by the power radiating from the orb as it became darker and darker.

The blood being's began condensing into orbs of their own as they slowly began to orbit the black light.

Draig stared at this confused as the world around him began to shift until he woke up sitting in a bed.