An Ancient Vampire

Author's POV

(Somewhere in the West Continent)

In a darkened region of the West Continent where the sun hardly shone, a gloomy castle stood erected against a dismal sky. Dreary creatures of the night had made their abode in its niches and rooftop.

The wind rustled through the barren trees, impregnating the air with howling sounds. Wendigos and bats hung on their thick branches.

A middle-aged man in a long black coat and tattered hat entered through the battered old gate of the castle. It creaked on its hinges, filling the night air with eerie sounds as it opened on its own. There was not a soul in sight but it didn't seem to affect the man as he passed through the dull-lighted corridors. His strides long but not hurried as he entered a courtyard illuminated by silvery rays of the moon and finally trudged along to the main hall of the castle.

The gargantuan black door opened and he entered the dark hall, the only light in the room was from a red orb that hung in the middle of the ha