He had wandered the earth for ages, secretly feeding on blood of innocents and dying animals
He hid in caves and forests, clinging locals in a grip of fear
He was the Nosferatu and mighty King of bats
"Blood is life, eternal life" he howled and the night he left his earthcovered hidingplace, his eyes glowing red against the black sky

As he helpless fly trapped in a web, a girl lay in a forestbed of moss
The splendid King looked in her eyes and saw her blood already flowing
With her eyes closed the girl surrendered to this demonic man and let him feast upon her His teeth, as razors sharp and silverwhite, thrust down her neck into the vein
As he drained the blood the girl slipped into death and inherited the curse

As a creature of the night he slept during the day,
and made himself an easy target when found by mortal enemies
During the witchhunt that swept the lands a man of god brought down his life
But the essence had survived