The moon hung low in the inky night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the ancient cemetery. Fleck lay in his coffin, his eyes closed as if in eternal slumber. He had been resting for decades, his mind locked in a dreamless trance. But tonight, something stirred within him, a faint whisper that roused him from his deep repose.
As if guided by an invisible force, Fleck's eyes snapped open. His pale skin seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, and his raven-black hair cascaded down his shoulders. His senses sharpened, and he felt a tingling sensation deep within his veins. His heart, long thought to be still, fluttered like a moth's wings.
With a swift motion, Fleck pushed open the lid of his coffin and rose, his movements fluid and graceful. His eyes, once a warm hazel, were now a mesmerizing shade of crimson. The transformation was complete – he was a vampire, a creature of the night.
Fleck's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and curiosity. Memories from his past life flashed before his eyes – his human existence, the loves and losses, the turning of the world. But now, he was something different, something powerful and immortal.