Sinister Saturdays:Erik
Name: Erik
Clan: Gangrel
Story: I was born over a century ago in Norway. I grew up on a farm in a family of 8 and life was peaceful until the stranger came. He wanted one of our cows and a place to sleep and my father agreed. He drank the cow dry and lived in our basement. He also gave us a gift, a gift of blood. At first we did not want it but after one taste it calls to you and you will trade anything for it, even your own blood. The blood made us stronger and our guest provided for us, we soon learned to love our lives of servatude and then on my 22nd birthday he gave me the kiss. At first I was horrified as my heart no longer beat in my chest but the new powers were incredible and my thirst was greater. I ravaged the lands of Mortals like a beast until my sire brought me back to humanity. I wish I could undo what I did but I cannot. They came as wolves in sheeps clothing to hunt me down like a rabid dog. The monks stayed for a few nights for my sire did not know their purpose. And so it came that when the Christian vampire failed to put me down by diplomacy he slaughtered my family in the day and the ghouls showed their true form of knights and not monks. My sire awoke at the comotion and set me to flee into the woods but it was too late for him far too late and they pulled his staked corpse into the sun. I watched the fiend, who would call himself a knight of honor, as my sire burned at this trechery, laugh under the protection of his carrige.
