Farsian: The King Of Vampires

Farsian was back in his room, he was going over what happened back in the party. When he considered it all he had the feeling that he had missed something, but he couldn't figure out what he had missed. He soon decided that it was probably not worth his attention, ending the day for him and granting him some sleep. Like many of the undead race he did not need to sleep much and could go weeks without sleep, but for the sake of every living being that was going to live for an eternity true sleep that lets the soul rest is an necessity. Normally such sleeps could go without end, sometimes taking more than a week or even a month. But since Farsian was a reasonable young vampire, he did not need to sleep longer than 12 hours.

The next evening Farsian was slowly awakening, taking in a breath of frozen air. As he looks around he notices that a dagger is stuck in his c.h.e.s.t, every normal human being would long since be dead.

"Well that is interesting." Farsian sighs and looks around. The window was open, somebody should have sneaked into his room and stabbed him last night.

"Let's see who freaks out when I start walking again, hehehe." Farsian starts to chuckle as he slowly pulls out the dagger from his c.h.e.s.t. He was betting on the fact that whoever stabbed him didn't go around to brag with it to everyone. Also he had the head of the village under his control so he could always take control from behind the scenes.

After changing his clothing and waiting for the wound on his c.h.e.s.t to close up on its own, with his strong body and vitality he was rather fast to heal such wounds. Closing his buttons and strapping his daggers to his waist he exits his room.

"First I need to make me some underlings." Farsian said as he slowly went down the stairs towards the bar.

"Hello friend!" The barkeeper shouted as he saw Farsian walk down.

"Hello savior!" The other people at the bar shouted in a small chorus.

Farsian gave a small nod to everyone and exited the bar. Breakfast was useless to him and no one in the bar was somewhat suspicious. Walking down the road he came to a somewhat larger building, the head of the village lived here.

Farsian entered the building without much of a look around but he still managed to spot a small girl that was looking at him from afar, she didn't have much of a reaction to him so he ignored her quickly.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" A guard said inside the building, it was way to cold outside to stay outside.

"I need to speak to the head of the village." Farsian said and walked past the guard. The guard looked at him with big eyes and was about to stop him when a shout came from another room.

"Let him pass through!" The head of the village shouted from inside.

Farsian went straight to his room, many of the other officials that were on a visit or waiting to be heard were looking at him in awe. It was usually impossible to be let through just like that, but they knew that their village wouldn't be standing if it wasn't for him so they just went on with their own business.

"Welcome young hero!" The head of the village said as he stood up from his chair behind his desk.

"I have been waiting for you!" He went and shook hands with Farsian.

"I also have been wanting to talk to you." Farsian said as he gave the man a simple smile.

They both talked about some minor things and some small talk untill they finally decided to talk about business.

"I wish for you to become the new head of the village! I am sure that everyone would understand."

He said as he looked at Farsian, he probably thought it was his own idea.

"Oh, I'm honored. Naturally I will accept, but I will have to do some things here and there and can't be here all the time so how about we let things as they are for now?" Farsian was thinking about that attack from the zombies, someone was behind it and he would want to know who and why.

Farsian would soon be leaving the village for a while, he already learned that the zombies came from the north so that's where he should go to.

"Oh naturally, naturally I shall stay here and keep things in order in your absence." The head of the village said.

"Oh by the way, what is your name? It is awkward to just call you head of the village the whole time." Farsian said as he was about to depart.

"You can call me Gabriel." Gabriel said as he waved at Farsian.

"Very well, Gabriel... My little cattle." Farsian departed, the last part was barely audible and Gabriel didn't think much of it.

As soon as Farsian left, the day to day business was going on normally. But a small girl was outside the window and clearly heard the word cattle be spoken from Farsian.

She was now cowering in the snow, shaking. What ever Farsian was, he was no human and probably not a friend either.

Phoebe was now sure that she had indeed stabbed him, but he hadn't died.

"But I know I checked his pulse, he was dead for sure!" Phoebe said aloud.

Farsian was long since gone or else he might have taken notice with his super human hearing.

Phoebe packed her thing s together and went back to the bar.

"Hey Phoebe where have you been? You missed our saviour when he came out. He looked so cool when he nodded my way." One of the guests said as he saw Phoebe enter. Imediately after a small discussion broke out about who he actually nodded to.

Phoebe could only sigh at that, she went to the barkeeper and asked for a knive that could cut wood. He didn't know why a young girl of her age would need such a thing but he gave it to her anyways. With what little cash she had won from her games she made her way towards the market and bought a string. Afterwards she went to the forest and started cutting wood that had fallen from the trees into the shape of a bow. Well not actually a finished bow, more like a long stick with markings at the end of it. She then walked back to the bar and placed the wood into water, bending it into the right shape and design. She was honestly working on a bow now. As the barkeeper saw this he looked into the corner of the bar, there sat a lone guy with his beer in hands. He had troubles paying for his room, and moost of his booze was on credit. But he had one good quality, and that was his archery. He could shoot a deer from a hundret meters away.

After thinking for a while the old man behind the bar came to a conclusion. He would propably never get the money back that the guy owed him so he might as well gift it to phoebe, after all archery lessons weren't cheap and it just so happened that a professional archer was here and couldn't pay his dept.

"Hey Ron, come here for a second. I wan't to introduce someone to you!" The barkeeper shouted at the back of the bar.

A lone hodded figure looked up, dark eyes flashing in the light. A scar ran across his face, it looked as if death itself had touched his face gently. Many speculated that it was either a wild beast with long claws and some that knew a bit more than others even said that it was the claw of an enraged vampire.

"And who could that be?" The hodded figure stod up and walked towards the bar.