The Diary of Vampire Lugard

Baroka froze, breathing heavily, and scared half to death. He had never seen a vampire out of a book before. I was sure he had read a lot of the details and stories from books, being that he was from the Lugard family. The Lugard family, a family of monster hunters, ironically founded by a vampire. Our ancestor, the great William Lugard was a monster hunter at the beginning of his life and it was that profession that brought him to these shores all the way from England. He chased two monsters halfway across the planet after these monsters violently murdered his wife. He landed on these shores, a land that attracts all sorts of creatures and he decided to stay."It is not a very wise decision to anger my brother, Baroka. He would have yanked out your heart with such ease, you see." I patted Baroka on the back, trying to calm him as Jidey continued to pace to and fro and curse into the night sky."He was going to kill me," Baroka finally managed to talk.

Feverton has always attracted creatures of the supernatural kind, and it was home to many of them before our ancestor even got here. They all came because of the tree hill, an unusually large baobab tree standing on a hill. Legend had it that the tree was magically planted by an old witch doctor when the town needed protection from invaders. The tree then magically attracted the first set of supernatural beings that defended the people of the town against those who would do them harm. But, with every action comes repercussions, these beings all brought their curses with them, thirst, hunger, anger, and many others. Then the witch doctor created the council to keep each group's excesses in check.When our ancestor got to Feverton, after defeating his brother, he was charged with the care of the tree hill, and our manor was built right beside it. I was going to pull out that card during my meeting with the council, a bunch of people who hated the guts of anyone with the Lugard

I walked off the road and turned into one of the dimly lit alleyways. The cold night breeze blew into my face and it carried the smell of something else with it, humans enhanced by witchcraft, there were two of them actually, lurking in the darkness of the alley. The smell in the breeze was a familiar one, vervain on cold steele. These two hunters were coming for me and perhaps they believed that they were fully prepared and ready to tear me to shreds, silver weapons, wooden stakes, crucifix, holy water and more, these would have given them a chance or even allowed them to defeat me if I was one of these low leveled, young vampires, but damn, they were in for a surprise.No hunter in town would dare come after me, I thought. This made me to conclude that these two must not be from around here, or they must really be out of there minds. So, I decided to talk them out of their foolishness."There is no love between the your kind and mine, but there is a truce between your guild and the