~About a dozen helicopters surrounded a tall building. Police also surrounded it, with there cars and trucks. They spoke into there walkie talkies. Crowds of people all gathered round the scene not known what it was all about. The bright lights shone into a broken window of this tall apartment. This place had been empty for years. A tall dark figure stood at the window, looking down. The lights were too bright for him; he never got use to light. He was a tall person, big in the chest and shoulders. Bout 6’5”, really muscly. He looked rough, as though he’s seen better days, well, he hasn’t. His cloths were torn. He wore jeans, and a black t-shirt. They were covered in blood. He held his left arm in agony, but he didn’t feel a thing. He looked at one of the helicopters as it shone on him, revealing his face, long brown hair parted in the middle, with hazel eyes, which seemed more red then anything. He sniffed the air out, as his eyes wondered round the room behind him. He quietly muttered “There getting closer”. Then the helicopter screeched out at him.
“GIVE YOUR SELF UP. YOU ARE SURROUNDED. GIVE YOUR SELF UP PEACFULLY AND YOU WILL NOT BE HURT. WE WILL SHOOT!”
He looked at the helicopter with alarm
He could sense all the others coming for him. They where smart, but so was he.
But he didn’t take any notice; he was a man of straight forward action. He picked up his trusty staff, and lunged it like a missile. It soared through the air at incredible speed as it smashed through the helicopter. Immediately he took a few steps back and leapt from his position at the window and was right up there with the falling helicopter. He planned it, they where loess of them in the opposite building, and he had a escape route. He needed a distraction.
He flew through the air and then smashed his way through one of the windows. Tiny pieces of glass scratched him as he rolled across the floor. He rolled up against the wall. His shoulder was already broken, now he’d also broken his ribs. He lay against the wall, paralysed by pain for a moment, and it was all enough for the. He closed his eyes for a few second, but they were there. They had found him, and they had him. Two of them had entered the room, with there energy rifles pointed at him. They were protected by there thick bio armour. They spoke into there com links.
“I’ve got the specimen. Move in”
But they noticed that he was covered with tiny little cuts, which slowly sealed up. He was shaking. He was cold, he was weak. And they had him. He began loosing control of his body, not knowing what would happen next, but he steered at the person who pointed the rifle at him. His senses kicked in. He didn’t see a man, in armour, he seen all the major arteries pumping with life. His veins began to appear to the surface. He could see the life run through his body. It made him go dizzy, made, crazy, insane. His mouth watered and his jar tinged. He fought this everyday, all the time, but now it took over him. It exploded out of him from within, and took over like a made chemical reaction exploding from a small tight container.
He squirmed in pain, but in the same time delight in what would came next. He hated this, but knew it was for the better. He opened his mouth as he tried to hold back his scream, as his fangs scraped out. They must have been 2 inches, top and bottom set. As they extended out, his face began to distort. (Like the vamps from Angel and Buffy). He then forced him self of from the wall and in a blink of an eye held his prey round the neck.

Okay, so your wondering what’s goin on right? Well, it’s a long story which can go on for a while, so why not start from the beginning. Howdy ho, am Sirch .

Now it’s 18th century England. The nasty streets of Lancashire are filled with life. Animals ran round doing there “business” women and me toddleing along. We see two couples, a tall shifty man wearing a hat and a long brownish overcoat. Next to him is his pregnant of 9 months wife. She wears a dress wrapped in a blanket, she looks bad. She’s in pain

Yep yep, you’ve guessed it, those are my parents, Samoht and Eneri, and that is me. I love my Da. He’s the strongest man I know. I still miss him to this day. They were after us even then, all those years ago.

The couple run into a alley way. She’s in a lot of distress, she’s going into labour. It hurt, but she could sub-side the pain. She had to, they were close.
As they cut into a dark alley, distant cheers are heard from for from all the pubs. People were cheerful, and too busy to notice. They began to run fast, looking over there shoulders at every turn. They sometimes bumped or crash into other passa-byers, but they kept up there frantic paste. They could sense them coming closer. But no matter how fast they ran, it wasn’t good enough. 15 troops appeared all around them. They had shot guns. They weren’t wearing armour, but mainly thick padded cloths for protection. They were dressed normally though to blend in. Samoht didn’t hesitate to attack, he knew he had to as a matter of life or death. Immediately he dived on his enemies. His strength for surpass there’s.

Wow, look at em go, isn’t he great? Told you he was. An for a pregnant woman, my mother can sure hold her own, right?

Two of the troops approached Eneri. She didn’t seem to care. She quickly twirled her leg round and kick them both, sending them flying into 3 others. She quickly ducked down as a trooper swung for her from behind. She came up quickly with an uppercut, and he seemed to never come down. Samoht was randomly punching them all out of his way. He wanted to get to his wife to get her away. If they got him, he at least wanted her to be free to raise there child. It’s all that mattered now.
“This is useless, where getting no where, there monsters!!”
“Shut up you, use your pole!” he commanded to him, and the rest of his men. They spoke with Russian accents. They all reached into there pockets as Samoht and Eneri ran off, but they quickly followed.
They turned a corner, but there were more waiting for them. They where trapped.
The troops approached them from all sides, and stuck out these foot long poles, with what looks likes a bulb on the top. They stabbed at them with these poles as great charges of electricity surged out of them into the defenceless two. They tried there best to fight them off, but with little success. They where immobilised with pain, left to only scream in pain as they slowly got brought down to the floor.

In a large dark lab, a lab table was in the middle of it. Computers and desks all surrounded it. Over looking this lab was a control room filled with more computers. Doctors and other scientists all ran around monitoring the computers, checking this and doing that. Eneri laid in the middle of the lab table, with tabs all over her. She was in the middle of giving birth, and they were monitoring it all with a close eye. She was in distress, and her husband couldn’t be next to her for this moment in time, but she felt him in her heart.
In the control room, a man entered. He was tall, grey hair, and a mean mug of a face. He had big strong arms, looks like he would give you a nice kicking as well. He wore cloths like what a general would wear. He showed his badges and medals with great pride. He “marched” up to the front so he could get a better view of the “experiment” or specimen his lab was investigating into.
“JOHNSONS!!” He barked “What have we found out?” Johnson, rather startled immediately jumped up and ran to his side.
“Baxter, well, w, we, we, ,we have found that.. that..”
“Stop your wobbling Johnson and get to the point”
“Right away, so, well, umm, she isn’t like most women in labour.”
“What do you mean?!”
“Well, it’s as though she feels no pain. Her neuro receivers pathways are all connected but her synapse cerebrum suggest tha-“
“Blah, blah, blah… am not interested!”
He quickly walked away to see what was going on. It was almost over.
They were monitoring everything. They wanted to know every single detail about this birth. They were watching her brain waves, chemical changes, physical condition, everything. She wailed in pain as she gave the final pushes. A baby cries are heard as she finally relaxes, well, the best she could do now as a prisoner. Other scientist gathered and attached probes onto the new born, to also monitor his condition

Yea yeah, am adorable, aren’t I? Not a great start to life, but it probably won’t be a good end to my life either. So am content. Wasn’t a great way to start my life, bein brought straight into it in a lab, as a prisoner. But we were special.

Eneri begins to breast feed the new born son, Sirhc. But the nastiest part is, it’s not breast milk, its blood.
Baxter leaves the control room, which is analysing this information and approaches the new born. He kneels down to see Sirhc in the face.
“You know you little one? Yes, Am going to have fun this little one. Your goin to save me, and the world. Your nasty genetics will be mine to control. Yes, ahahah”

Even now, I can still remember bein scared of his ugly face, and his bad breath didn’t help. But I think your all confused, and want to know what’s goin on, right? Well here it is;- I am a vampire. A full vampire. My parents were captured before I was born, and we were taken to a top secret labarty army base to be analysed and experimented on.

So, here’s the basics. There’s two types of vampires; half bred and full vamps. Full vampires are born full vampires, and there parents are full vampires, and so on. They are the more stronger and faster of the two types. Are body types and stuff like that are different. We can reproduce through good old sex, or sucking. Yes, half vampires are vampires who are converted by another vampire, through sucking nearly all there blood, then making that person drink the vampires blood, before they die. They are weaker and slower, and are more aggressive, because of there hunger. There bodies are latterly corpses. It’s constantly rottin away, so constantly need to be feeding their rotting bodies with blood. There metabolism is also a lot quicker, so they are always eating. Full vampires have a slower metabolism, and our bodies aren’t dead, so we don’t need to be constantly replacing our rotten flesh, so we get less hungry, and less aggressive.
So, us vampires are a lot stronger and faster. We have heightened senses. We can smell anything, and be able to focus souly on the “scent” that we want, helps us for hunting. We have great hearing which we can also pin point onto certain sounds. Incredable sight, which we can magnifie to see at great distance. We have a healing factor which can help us to recover from any injury, and even replace missing limps. How strong, fast we are, how fast we heal and how good our senses are are all depends on one thing…. BLOOD! How much of it we drink makes us stronger. In a fight, we will use up our blood, and became weaker, and hungry. But then we will became more aggressive, more savage. We may even feed on our enemy for blood if it means victory. We are a breed of strong warriors. We fight till the death. But here it’s not as easy. Here it’s different.

Several years later. There’s a dark room, which is more like a cell. The walls are dark, and made from brick. There is a little window, which has a small beam of light barley piercing through the darkness. In the back ground the noise of rats and other animals can be heard. In there is a small scruffy boy. He sits near the corner, instead of the cell bed provided. He sits on the floor with his arms around his knees which are pointing up wards. He’s extremely quite and still. He has hazel eyes and messy shortish brown hair. He doesn’t shower, are groom him self, because he can’t. They are provided with nothing. He wears baggy pants which are more like rags. There brown and very itchy, his jumper is way too big for him, and it’s of a darker colour.
He sits not for from the beam of light. He steers at it for a moment. He stick his hand out on gently sticks it into the light. Before it properly enters, he with draws his hand as smoke began to appear. His head rises as someone approaches his cell door. They jingle with the locks, and then slam it open with a loud roar. A bright light gushed through the room filling it up. The boy squints and puts his hand over his eyes.
“C’mon Sirhc, your wanted down at the lab!” He shouted into the tiny dark room, now lit with the opening light. Sirhc drags him self up and quickly follows. He walks a few paces behind the man, until he shouts him to move on. Sirhc looks into all the other cells. They all want to break free, there all crazy. The eerie atmosphere is sharp, not a nice place to be.

Yeah, we weren’t the only vampires there. There were lots of us, hundreds. All there for the same reason.

Sirhc see’s his mother being carted away, strapped to a bed being taken back to there room. She tries to lean up.
“Be brave Sirhc, Mama loves you okay.” They cart her off faster, but she begins to scream.
“You better not hurt my baby!!”

She hated bringing me into this world. I don’t blame her or Dad. I know they’ll do anything for me. But it hurts them to see me being treated like this. They’d want so much more for me. I know, being a vampire wouldn’t have left me with a normal child hood, but they would have made sure I was safe, and protected me the best they could. My parents had hope, without it, I would have been long gone.

Sirhc enters a lab. It’s more like a hospital room, as in the equipment, but there’s a monitor room just above it, recording all the data. Several scientists attach probes to Sirhc body. He’s nearly naked. He looks around him, curious to see if there’s a way out.
“Okay Sirhc we shall begins” said a female scientist.

They did all kinds of experiments on us. They wanted to know all our strength and all of our weaknesses. They wanted to know all about the great vampires, they seemed to think we were a master race of superior warriors. They wanted to harvest this power for there own twisted use. And we couldn’t do anything bout it.

“Now Sirhc, put your hands into the water.” A female scientist said. She spoke with a Russian accent, wore glasses, had a white lab coat on, black hair tied back. Very professional. Sirhc casual placed his hands into a tank of water in front of him on the table. Nothing happened. On a big monitor on the far side of the wall, it showed Sirhc cells in his hands magnified 100 times bigger. The scientist off course noted all this down.
“Good, now move onto the next tanker of vater Sirhc.”
The table in front of Sirhc was full of all sorts of tankers. Bowls full of all kinds for him to put his hands into. He moved along the table like on a conveyor belt. He stood in front of the tanker in front of him. He stood still, and steered at it.
“Came on Sirhc we haven’t got all day!” she barked at him. He steered at her, and gave her puppy dog eyes. How could she make him do such a horrible nasty thing?
“Do it now!!”
He took deep breaths and did it. He quickly lunged his hands into the tanker. Immediately a violent reaction happened. It was holy water. Steam rose up from the tanker as it began to fizzle. Sirhc’s fangs immediately came out as he growled angrily and grabbed his hands away from the tanker and help them in pain as he growled. His fangs were sharp and pointy, and his eyes turned yellow and his fore head became pointier.

Even they couldn’t explain it, but every time we came into contact with holy water, we’d have a bad reaction to it. It would scorch the skin, and would force our fangs out. The same happened with crucifixes or anything which a cross could burn our flesh. They couldn’t explain it.

The probes which were attached all over Sirhc’s body transmitted all of Sirhc’s bio readings, chemical changes, physical changes. They were shown on this big screen, and analysed through all the computers in the monitor room above the lab. The seen what was happening with Sirhc’s hand. They seen the cells being broken down, burnt even, then begin to slowly rebuild them selves. They watched with much fascination.
Sirch looked as though he was about to cry, but he didn’t let into this pain. His fangs went back in.
“Now Sirhc, touch the silver ball.” Again Sirhc hesitated. He knew what would happen. He shook his head in protest as he backed away from the table.
“Do it or else Sirhc, you will not be told again!!” she hissed
He turned away, and she grabbed his arm, and shoved his palm onto the silver ball. Instantly a more violent reaction happened. His fangs didn’t show this time, but he threw her of him as he retreated his hand back to himself. On his hand were the silver had touched, the flesh seemed to fizzle away, it looked like orange ask. Sirhc couldn’t hold it back, he cried in pain as he clenched his fist tightly. The other scientist didn’t seem to be phased by Sirhc’s pain; they seemed to just keep looking on with a close eye.

Yep, silver cuts through our flesh like a hot knife through butter. It’s pain beyond your imagination. There are ways to kill a vampire. We can’t be killed with diseases, or through starvation or just old age. Are heads needs to be cut of. We can be killed by sun light, or our hearts can be stabbed. When are hearts are in the slightest way damaged, the cells can’t be repaired, so the who body just.. dies. The easiest way to kill a vampire when stabbing their hearts is with a silver stake. When half vampires hearts are stabbed with silver, their bodies instantly turn into ask and fall away, with full vampires, are bodies just die and rot away slowly like a normal humans corpse would.