The blood of the past

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.