In the middle of the open field located not too far from Gotham City lay an abandoned manor, large and magnificent, that seemed like it would have been beautiful in its past.
Within the manor, in its deepest level, lay a single black steel coffin in the center of the basement, covered in steel chains and old Latin markings.
Suddenly, after decades of stillness, the coffin began to stir as did the weather outside. As the clear night sky became filled with deep storm clouds that brought heavy rain that was almost as devastating as the thunder that came with it.
With the storm growing, the coffin also began to groan, and a deep hum emanated from it as the Latin seals, numbered in the hundreds, began glowing, each a deep crimson red, as the seven locks of the chains fell one by one in a slow, mythological manner.
As the last lock fell on the coffin and the chains fell, the marking glew even brighter, filling the room.
Then suddenly the glow disappeared in an instant, and outside a cluster ot lighting a thunder hit the surrounding area, creating a cacophony of destruction.
Slowly, the top of the coffin began to move, being pushed from the inside; it fell off to the side, exposing a pale hand. Holding the side of the coffin, the one within began to move, raising their body until they sat up.
Sitting only in the empty room, a charming young man with short black hair and blood-red eyes, dressed in clothing from a time long past, took in a deep breath and held it for a moment before releasing it in a sigh.
But as the young man took in the fresh air, he felt something profound, a primal light in him.
...Hunger
It was a painful, unyielding hunger, not for food but something more satiating. Looking around the room, his eyes now glowing a bright red, the young man found nothing and kissed his teeth.
But suddenly he smelled something in the air...it was what he was looking for. Standing up from the coffin with the last of his strength, the young man carried himself through the only door, looking for the source of the smell.
As it got closer, she roamed the broken-down manor. He stopped, and she reached only the stable parts of the manor, the entrance hall. Standing at the entrance was a beautiful young woman dressed in a black gothic-style dress with hits of red, with long, curly black and red hair, and crimson eyes that matched the young man's.
But the most important thing was what she held in her hand: a large goblet filled with a viscous crimson liquid. Seeing it, the young man went mad, rushing forward, taking the goblet, and drinking the blood.
As the still fresh and warm blood flowed into his mouth, the young man felt like he was rejuvenated, as if he was drinking water for the first time in months. With each swallow, his skin became less pale, and this thin body began to grow, putting on muscle at an incredible rate.
Finishing the goblet, the young man dropped it and looked around.
"More...give me more!" the young man spoke as he walked closer to the woman
"Yes, my lord," the woman spoke without hesitation as she moved her hair away, exposing her neck
Seeing her soft, pale skin, the young man's eyes glowed brighter as he moved in his fangs, instinctively growing sharper as he bit in. Taking large gulps of her fresh blood, the young man became more rabid as he pulled her closer into a tight embrace.
"Ah...lord... please be gentle," the woman spoke softly with a blushed face, causing him to become more aggressive as his hand wandered her body and squeezed her ass tightly.
As he continued to drink more blood, he felt her body slowly become heavier as he lost the strength to stand.
"M...my....lord," speaking with a weak vocie the woman tried to stand but failed
As her voice snapped him back, the young man removed his mouth from her neck and licked the dripping blood before lifting her weak body.
"Thank you...I needed that," the young man spoke with a sigh as he moved to a bedroom he saw earlier and placed her on the bed
Looking at the half-awake woman, the young man held out his hand, his nail growing into a sharp claw. Cutting his skin, the young man allowed his blood to slowly drip into the woman's mouth.
Drinking a few drops of his blood, the woman surprisingly was able to recover her strength as she sat up and drank from the wound, licking all the blood he gave her.
"So good...my lord blood it so sweet," she spoke as he licked more furiously and began rubbing her legs together.
"That's enough," the young man said as she pulled his hand away, and his wound healed in an instant, with some stream emerging from it.
Realising what she had done, the woman quickly stood from the bed and faced the young man.
"I apologize for my display just now, my lord," the woman said with a deep bow, hiding her embarrassed face.
[You have consumed the blood of the mid-rank Vampire]
[Awakening Progenitor System]
[Welcome, Viktor Valemont]
Right as he was about to speak, the screen appeared before Viktor as a wave of memories flooded his head, causing him to hold his head in agony.
Only as the memories stopped and he oriented himself did Viktor realise his situation. How was he living a normal life in another world as a college student when he was killed by a lightning strike and told he would be given a new chance at life?
Looking back down at the woman, Viktor spoke.
"Tell me...who are you?" Viktor asked
"Of cource my lord...My name is Evangeline Evercroft. My family has been serving the Valemonts for centuries before the fall. I am the last ot the servants that stayed in hope of this day...that you would awaken once more," Evangeline explained proudly.
"And where are we?" Viktor added
"We are in your family's manor. Its located outside a city now named Gotham, and it's currently the year 2016," Evangeline replied
(Gotham...so my new chance at life is in the world of Gotham...and more importantly, I'm a vampire...but why) Viktor asked himself as he looked at his sharpened claws.
[Progenitor System Active]
As the screen appeared before him again, Viktor looked at it in hope that it would hold the answer you gave him, this new chance at life, and why as a vampire.