1 My beginning

Before I begin I should start out by saying I'm not sure why I now feel the need to have this journal. Maybe my recent brush with the true death has made me sentimental. But I guess this is so if I do ever fall to ash my story, My name will still be out there. Even now my wife laughs at me for this idiotic need to make sure my legacy remains. And since I am going to detail a life as long as mine I guess the best place to start is of course at the beginning.

My name is Vercingetorix. My name is a ancient Gaul warlord who was the last to fall to the roman emperor Julius Caesar. Why am I named after a Gaul warlord? Good question I would like to believe my parents had a sense of humor. However most people call me Vercy, Less of a mouthful I guess. I am a vampire, Creature of the night, servant of darkness. Whatever you wish to call me. I am close to one thousand years old, However most of that was spent under a mountain. But of course I will explain that later.

I was born an orphan in the streets of lower London in the year of our Lord 1154. Those days London was even more dangerous than today. Chain gangs and disease were quite common. But somehow I survived. I found a few friends and we looked out for each other. Of course this wouldn't go on forever. By the time I was twelve I had grown to a freakish height of 6 "4" which in those days was quite rare. Of course being that height was quite nice as I never had to worry about people wanting to fight me. I mean who want to fight a ill-tempered 12 year-old who could pick them up with one hand. So most of my life after twelve was pretty easy. That is until I was "adopted".

I cant remember the exact date of course it was so long ago. I do remember what we were doing though. There was a tournament in London that week. So the rest of my friends and I went to the main streets to watch the passing knights. It was a shared dream of ours to become knights, For most it was a way to become better than we were. I myself just wanted to be able to protect people i cared about. Well I guess the sight of such a large child drew the attention of one of the knights. He got off his horse and walked up to me. If I remember correctly he was no bigger than my chest. But I'll be damned (pun not intended) if he didn't scare me. Just something about how he carried himself was enough to make me want to run. Right there and then he offered me to become his squire. I was shocked to say the least. Everything I wanted right in front of me. I looked to my lifelong friends and each of them threatened to beat me if I didn't say yes. So I agreed and became a squire that day.

I served under that knight for around 4 or 5 years and for the unlife of me I cant recall his name. I do remember he was a man deserving of his position. He taught me how to read and write. The etiquette of a nobles court. Then he taught me the one thing that was the single most important thing in my life. He taught me how to wield a weapon. I took to weapons like a fish takes to water. I took a liking the the great-sword most of all. It fit my size the best, Hell I could almost wield it one-handed. But after five years I was given my freedom a small title almost negligible. And I began to serve the King. I fought for many years against all kinds of enemies. The most fun I had was when we fought some of the Nordic vikings. They were few and far between in those days I think I only had to fight them on maybe two occasions. But at the age of twenty I was a skilled fighter of some renown. So much so that I was selected to be a part of the Kings guard. I was one of around five-hundred that was made to guard the the castle. It was an easy life simple even.

It would be around five years before I was allowed to accompany the king into battle. I don't remember who we were fighting. But I do know we fell right into their ambush. I was part of a small patrol that had been sent out to scout the path so that the king was safe. There was only 15 of us sent out. That was the routine and it would of been if we had the right information. We were ambushed by at-least 30 marauders. They caught us by surprise but we were not kings guard for no reason. By the end of the fight which lasted all of Ten minutes I was the only one left standing from my group, surrounded by 4 marauders. By this time I was so exhausted and weak cuts and gashes all over, They were just playing with their food. I knew this was it for me, But I was determined to take as many of them with me as possible. My sword had already been broken it was about half the size it was suppose to be. More than enough to do something.

The first one I caught by surprise. I lunged swinging my broken blade wide, I caught his left thigh slicing deep to the bone. He fell clutching his leg screaming as he bled out. The next one came to me I turned just in time to drive my blade into his gut. However I must of gotten it lodged into his spine or something cause I couldn't pull it out and i didn't have time to fuck with it. So i just let it fall with him. I was unarmed against two enemies still. One wielding a spear and one with a war-hammer. The spear man stepped forward and tried put it in my chest. I tried to dodge it but slipped it found its way into my shoulder. I broke the shaft pulled the spearhead out and stabbed it into his throat. I turned to face the last one when he crushed my chest with the hammer. I was in my back looking up at him. The shock in his face that I could do so much damage to them. Heh still brings a smile to my face. I smiled at him blood beginning to spill from my mouth as he lifted his hammer above his head.

I waited for the final blow and for darkness to take me. Three for one isn't that bad. I closed my eyes to prepare, yet it didn't come. When I opened my eyes I saw before me a man holding the marauder a silent scream on the face of my attacker. Before the unknown man snapped his neck dropping him to the floor. I remember looking up at my savior. Something glistened off his lips, it looked like blood. He smiled down at me his teeth bloodied and that's when I lost consciousness.