“When I raise my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold on judgment, I will take vengeance upon mine enemies, and I will repay those who haze me. Oh, Lord, raise me to Thy right hand and count me among Thy saints.”


Everyone has a talent, something at which he or she excels. Some can paint a masterpiece, some can fix your car, some can do your taxes; me, I can rid the world of any living creature I put my mind to killing. Am I a vampire? Yes. Don’t all vampires kill? Yes, for the most part. The difference is, it’s my job to slay those who pose some sort of threat, any sort of threat, to the organization to which I, and others of my own kind, though not all, are a part of. I am extremely good at what I do. That is to say I have never failed; save for once, and that I do not count as a failure, but rather a wise move.

I learned to fight hand to hand, and with various weapons from my Da at a very young age. By the time I made my way to America from Ballyshannon, Ireland there was none that could best me. Using my skill with my fists and weapons, as well as the talent I’d developed for obtaining and maintaining my finances and those of others, I made my way up through the ranks at Tammany Hall in New York City. Tammany was a political organization run by and for Irish Catholics. I have always been intensely proud of my Irish heritage and I knew that the faster I could build my fortune in New York, the faster I could return to Ireland to aid in the effort to make my homeland an independent Democratic Republic, just as it should have always been. My plan was to help my Da and the Irish Republican Brotherhood, the secret society to which he belonged, take back the lands that those thieving Protestant British bastards stole from us. If those same bastards all died painfully in the process, this was all the better, as far as I was concerned.

It was that quest that led me to the one I was told could help me to further my cause, if he so chose. He was not a member of Tammany Hall, but being of Celtic descent, he was well known in the circles in which I ran. Would I have sought him out that night if I had known what would become of me as a result of my relationship with him? As I did go to him, and I am now what I am, it seems foolish to question what might have been otherwise. I willingly took the path he offered me so how can I complain?

Becoming a vampire enhanced my skills, and provided me with new abilities that have proved very useful. I find I only grow stronger and quicker as years go by, and for the most part I am content with my existence. I’m a fairly solitary individual, used to living alone for many years, and generally not letting anyone get too close to me, not even the one who made me. I learned the lesson long ago, when someone knows you too well then they hold power over you. There is no need to give anyone that sort of sway. It is best to control your emotions and keep private things just that, private.

I did return to my beloved Ireland after being given the dragon's kiss. I soon discovered that my family and others that were important to me had been slaughtered; betrayed by my very own fiancé who had taken up with a Protestant dog! They both paid dearly for their transgressions against those I loved. It is the first and only time I have lost control of my emotions when it came to a kill. The carnage that ensued is not something I care to rehash at this point. A door shut to my heart that night, one I vowed would remain closed forever. Perhaps it was that shutting off of myself that caused the eventual estrangement with my Maker, or maybe it was his insistence that I not return to my homeland. Many times, he told me that I was beyond the constraints of mortality, and that I should give up the need to hang onto ties that should no longer mean anything to me. Whatever the reason, I broke with him and ventured out on my own, only returning when I was called on to perform my duties for the company.

Finally breaking my solitary existence a few years ago, I brought a newly made vampire, Noah, to live with me. Yes, he is the one assignment I did not complete, the one failure that, as I said before, was not really a failure. He was made for the wrong reasons and then abandoned immediately. Such young ones are at times those that I am sent out to dispatch of, particularly if they were already unstable at the time of their transition, and then had no Maker to show them how to transition into their new lives. Such renegades can pose some serious problems for us. It is a good thing that I did not kill him, as there is nothing he cannot do on a computer, and that can only be helpful in the company's future endeavors. I have helped him navigate through this early part of his journey and he has helped me understand this time we are in now better. It’s a good arrangement.

Do I spend every night of my existence executing others? No, of course not, but I am ready at a moments notice to take down anyone that will put any of my brethren in danger, or threaten that which we hold dear, that which I hold dear. If you get on the wrong side of me or any part of Dracontias, say your goodbyes and final prayers; I will not hesitate to end your existence.