“We’ve searched all the buildings Father, and still nothing,” another stated also out of breath. The vampire listened as the priest shouted, ”Follow me to the church men! There you can rest and we can devise a new strategy to find and send this creature back the fires of Hell from whence he came!” The gaze of those silver eyes fell back to the boy as the men ran to the church. He watched as the boy fell behind because he could not keep up with these grown men.
He waited for the opportune moment, then he ran with such speed that within seconds the boy was ripped from the street and carried into the shadows. One of the men heard the sound of leaves blowing across the street. He turned to look, but saw nothing. Blaming the noise on the wind he continued on his way.  

In the church the priest paced the floor sifting through his mind for at least one good idea that might give them at least a small fighting chance.  “I wonder if the boy has any ideas,” states the priest as he walks through the rows of men standing in the church foyer. He walked up and down each row searching intently for the young lad. Once he reach the last man he turned and shouted with a voice full of anger and fear, “All of you back out to the streets, find that boy before it’s to late!” The men made all haste through the doors of the church leaping down the stairs into the street. Each one taking a different ally in all directions.

As the search for the young lad continued the silver eyes of the vampire watched from atop a building. He watched as they intensified their already frantic search. He grinned to himself as drops of fresh blood dripped off his pearl white fangs. He grinned because the irony of the situation was that the boy’s body was no more than twenty or so yards from the steps of the church.  The vampire stood and turned to walk away when he heard someone scream, “I have found the boy, yet he is already dead. The evil creature has done his work once again.” The vampire watched as he picked up the lad and carried him into the church. Wiping a spot of blood from his lips he walked over to the edge of the roof. He just stepped off landing on the dirt street below.

The vampire kept to the shadows as he made his way home. It was a broken down old stone mansion far outside of the village. This was the place of his birth. Not his mortal birth, but his immortal birth. It was here where the creature that changed his life forever bit him. The house had belonged to his family. It was condemned after the vampire that bit him was killed his family there. Nobody wanted it after that. No one, but him. He had waited till he was sure that the house was completely forgotten. Then he moved back in unknown to any of the villagers. But now they knew he was there. They also new he was a vampire. He had to leave and leave now.  He made his way up through the halls and stair-ways of the large building. He reached his room and looked around to see if there was any thing he wanted take with him.  Walking over to his dresser he heard the village men yelling as they made their way to the mansion. He grabbed the pictures of his parents and ran down the stairs. He could see the light from torches dance through the windows.