Wings, Fangs and Blood

Greenfang

In darkness and in secret, the vampire baby grew. The animals were fearful of him, and none attempted to kill or eat him. He was nothing like any of them had seen before. 

As a child, his hunting and scavenging led him to the edge of the realm of men.

He watched them intently. He had only ever tasted the blood of animals before, but this new smell, it was intriguing. He looked like them, except for the colour of his skin and his ghostly pale eyes.

He approached a farmer on the outskirts of the land.

'What happened to you?' The farmer gasped, staring at the ragged-looking boy.

He pointed back towards the forest.

'You came from the green?'

He nodded, and as the farmer got closer he saw his teeth. His long, white, glinting teeth.

'A fanged beast from the green!' The farmer screamed, abandoning his framework and running into the village. 'Fangs! It's got Fangs! From the green! Run from the green!'

All mortals in sight ran from the vampire boy, barricading themselves inside their cottages.

'Green...Fang...Greenfang,' said the vampire boy.

He had given himself a name.