This fic was inspired by A Tale of Blood and Monsters.

WARNING: Graphic Imagery and Swearing in this fic, so if you are of the faint-hearted. Then do not read.

Unknown, War zone (Unknown):

War is hell. I heard that statement all the time, from my fellow soldiers, from my family and my friends. To be honest, the first time I saw war, I believed them. It was hell. The frightful green soldiers, who were conscripted by our generals. The same generals who were, and are, sitting down at their comfy rooms looking around to order for more food and drinks. Leaving nothing for the soldiers actually fighting.

The foul odor of dead soldiers filled the trenches filled the air, but I was used to the smell. Fighting for 10 years in these war zones can make you immune to all sorts of smells. It was that night, October 31st, All Hallows Eve. When my fate was changed.

The day was like any other, my side was trying to take full control of the field by firing bombs at them, however their shields were too impenetrable. I was given a suicide mission, and the keyword there. Suicide. I was tasked to somehow go behind enemy lines and destroy their shields. Yeah sure, I'll just get on that. Note the sarcasm, but like a good soldier I followed my orders. Before I left I was giving a small pouch and was 'ordered' to not open it till I reached the generator.

Nearly two weeks were up when I was able to grab a disguise to enter the enemies base. It wasn't easy and I didn't come out of it unscathed, the soldier this outfit belonged too, got a lucky shot and took a finger off my left hand. The enemy's' trenches weren't that much different from mine except I could see the soldiers had food and drinks with them. I was envious of these men and women. They had food and drinks to build their energy while the soldiers on my side can hardly keep awake. No wonder the Allied Nations are losing the war.

This whole war started by a dispute between the western world and the eastern world, tension between the two hadn't stopped since the Cold War back in the 1900s. Now the world was plunged in its fifth world war.

However that is were I come in, the western world in its infinite stupidity tried to mess with the natural order of humans, by changing its DNA. I was one of the first test subjects and so far, I'm the only success. The mess with my DNA so much that a massive mutation formed inside my body.

I can move faster then the human eye can see, can lift about a ton, see in the dark, can turn into shadow to fit through small holes, transform into anyone when I've fed from them, their memories and personality I can mimic and I control the mind as long as I want, but eye-contact must be made. One setback is that...I have to drink blood.

Yep, I am basically a vampire from those old Nosferatu stories, what was his name? Count Dracula or something. Though one of my friends did ask me if I sparkled in the sun. I just ignored the dumb question. Though when I am in sunlight, my powers are weaker and my lust for blood becomes almost unbearable to ignore but luckily my years with this power has minimised the hunger. I still get the urges from time to time though. My other weakness is that I can only die from some injecting pure silver into my bloodstream.

My daydreaming was interrupted by an alarm blaring throughout the trench, I looked around to see all of the soldiers running around checking for something. I then heard the speakers shout in a foreign voice.

"Soldiers! We have an intruder in our camp, search for the intruder!"

Guess I've taken too long. I ran through base, acting like I was one of the solders. The camp was like any other army camp: barracks, gun armoury. Your usually stuff.

I could see several pale blue lines flowing into the air which then split off millions of times to make a dome of pure energy. I follow the original lines down to see they enter through the roof of a out of the way ruin. Seeing that no one was nearby, I entered the ruin to find a massive device with a glow at the top. I could also see numerous soldiers guarding it. I smirked with hunger in my eyes, I haven't had a decent meal in a while.

I walk into the ruin when one of the guards spotted me, a sergeant by the look of him.

"Private! What are you doing here?!" I saw the others were now looking at me with annoyance and weariness. Good. They should be weary. I showed my fangs to them in a predatory smirk. They immediately sprung to get their weapons but I was faster. I shot behind them so I was in front of the generator, my nails elongated. And bloody. I heard the bodies of the guards fall and lick my lips. Their blood did look delicious but I had a job to do.

I look down at the pouch given to me and opened to it to find a bomb, I just laughed. I guess I've outlived my usefulness to the army. They really must think that the western world is unstoppable, how arrogant.

However, I am a soldier and I plant the bomb on the generator. I look around the bodies of the guards and shrugged. I'm going to die so why not have a last meal. I leaned down and picked up one of the bodies, the guards each had their throat cut, spilling their delicious blood over the ground.

I picked one of the guards up, and pushed the head to the side. Showing me their neck with blood flowing out of it, like a blood fountain. I savoured the sight before giving a long, lick on the wound. My eyes turned dark orange before my fangs dug into the guard's neck, and I sucked every single drop of blood form their body.

When I was finished I dropped the body, I stared at it before walking straight to the generator and set the bomb to detonate. As I watched the timer count down I thought of my life as a whole.

Sure I had friends, sure I had family but I knew would never seen the end of the war. The western world doesn't like loose ends. I heard the bomb beep several times, then I saw a blinding light fill my vision before the flash of pain.

Unknown, Unknown (Unknown):

"Well isn't this just fan-fucking-tastic!" I shouted into the void.

I say void mostly because of the never ending blackness, I can feel my body and yet I can't see it. Am I blind?

"No but I'll render you mute if you shout like that again." An ominous voice was all I could hear, filling me with dread and I immediately shut up. I like my voice as it is.

"Glad all of you mortals aren't all brain dead." The voice's...voice was sarcastic and I didn't know whether to be insulted or take it as a compliment. I looked around the void, hoping to see the origin of the voice but I still couldn't see anything.

"It's because there is no light here mortal. You are standing in a place, where there is no light, no food and no water. I believe this is your species calls Hell."

I was shocked. How could I not be? I guess I owe by dad 10 pounds, and bottle of Jack Daniels. Actually, how did I get here?

"You got 'here' by my intervention mortal. I said you were in hell, I never said which hell." I was confused by what the voice said, and yet I couldn't believe what the voice was saying.

"And how do I know this isn't just some illusion my mind as made up to deal with my death?" I asked the voice. I waited for a while, almost thinking that I figured out what the voice was, but then my body started to hurt. It was just an itch at first but then the itch became unbridled pain, my screams echoed into the void.

Just as soon as the pain arrived, it vanished equally fast, causing me to breath heavily on my hands and knees.

"You would do well to not say I'm fake mortal. I might take your life instead of causing you pain, and my intervention would be for nothing but a waste of my time." The voice now was stern and full of anger underlining the speech. I wisely shut up. Can this being read my thoughts?

"Yes I can mortal. So you would do well to not insult me." The voice was again stern.

"Okay, then may I ask why you have taken me?" I asked the voice.

"Entertainment." The voice told me, I imagine it sensed the look on my face because it quickly added.

"Being someone like me you don't get much entertainment, life of a god is boring. So for my entertainment I'm going to send you somewhere. A world where gods keep a closer eye on their world. I want you to entertain me. Destroy the world, save it, I do not care. Just entertain me." I didn't know what to say or think, but a question did come to mind.

"What about that world's gods? If a foreign entity enters their world then wouldn't they be, you know...mad?" I asked the voice who chuckled.

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that, my dear champion. I'll deal with them." The voice cryptically said, before I saw another blinding light.

So prologue of A Game of Thrones and Nosferatu. Was it good or bad? Please review constructively and do not flame.