Lamech: Primordial Vampire

By RK Wheeler

The true orignin of vampires.  Lamech was the first of the undead night stalkers.  They are those who wander the shadows in search of the blood of mortals.  He was cursed by God for killing Cain.  He does not grow old or need to breathe.  With the strength of ten men and the speed of a horse, humans bear him little threat, unless they can come upon his crypt by day and drive a wooden stake through his heart. But Lamech fears the sun the more, lest he be burned by its fiery rays.

There is a rogue vampire abroad, who weilds great power, for Maldivar alone, can walk in daylight unharmed.  This renegade seeks to kill all other undead, so that he might rule over mortals as a god.  Is even Lamech, the primordial vampire strong enough to defeat him?  If so, he must do so before dawn.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert K. Wheeler
• Release date: Feb 5, 2019

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The blood's the life, the life's the blood

Beware the night, and vampires bite

A cross, a stake, be sure to make

Or pray the Lord your soul to take

Lamech

Primordial Vampire

A Short Story

Copyright © 2019

RK Wheeler

Dr. Robert K. Wheeler Jr.

All Rights Reserved

THE ORIGINS OF VAMPIRES

CHAPTER 1

Cain killed Abel, Oh Adam's sons!

Cursed was the ground, where blood runs

He who kills Cain, cursed sevenfold,

Lamech first vampire, tales have told

He shuns the light, embraces night,

Now he seeks, the gift of flight

To take his vengeance, up above,

While alone, bereft of love

He craves the blood, an unquenchable curse,

Lives he takes, because he thirsts

The pain and the night terrors never left Cain after he was cursed by God. Indeed, he grew a pair of horns from his forehead, and a mark was born between them. He suffered from boils, and his body became covered in hair. As the years went on, he wandered restlessly outside of the City of Enoch in the woods. He came amongst his people less and less frequently.

Cain’s great-great-great grandson was named Lamech. Lamech grew old, and his vision began to fail. He had been a great hunter in his youth. He was in a field at the end of the day with his son, Tubal-Cain, looking for wild game. On the edge of the woods, Tubal-Cain saw movement in the bushes, and it indeed appeared to be a great beast. It would make a worthy prize, and so he encouraged his father to shoot the creature. Lamech could hear the breaking of branches through the bushes, and he aimed his bow in that direction. With hundreds of years spent hunting before he had lost his eyesight, he was still a deadly shot. He let his arrow fly, and it hit its mark.

A great bellow roared from the woods, and the creature started knocking trees out of the way as it charged towards them. In the failing light, Tubal-Cain cried out to his father that he could see that something was not right as this monster was on but two legs. The creature was taller than a man and covered with hair. Two horns protruded from its brow. Eyes that were wild and filled with a red luminescent glow glared at the hunters. A terrible stench filled the air as it drew near, and the ground began to vibrate with its massive bulk. Lamech knocked and drew his bow again and let loose another arrow that buried itself into the chest of the beast. It stumbled but did not stop its charge.

Tubal-Cain cried out in fear, as Lamech grabbed his young son and stepped guardedly before him. At the last moment, Cain crashed to the ground in front of Lamech. His chest heaved as the gurgling of blood filled its lungs until it escaped his mouth. Lamech's arrow protruded from Cain's back. Tubal-Cain came around to have a better look at the monster. Only in stories had he heard of Cain, after whom he had been named. He described to his father what lay before them. Lamech had met Cain many years before while he still lived in the City of Enoch. At that time Lamech could yet see. He had been taught of the curse by Cain himself.

The boy stared in awe at the creature from where he stood behind Lamech. He described what he saw as Cain lay dying. The youth cautiously walked and knelt before his father.

Lamech was blind, but his mind was clear, and his memory sharp. He came to the awful realization of their folly. In despair, he clapped his hands together in knowing