Every sword has a tale. This is the tale of my own sword, the Blood-drinker. I am a humble weaponsmith with a knack for crafting sword blades. Normally, I make swords for the Duke's Soldiers, but this particular Spring Day, I was fashioning a sword for myself as mine had been stolen.

I set out like any other day. I prepped the forge, filled the quenching tank, and gathered my tools. Every thing started to change when I selected the steel. I found a piece with some odd marks in it, like two large snake fangs had been caught in it. It seemed to call to me. When I held it, I felt at ease and whole... I decided to use it for my sword.
Well, the rest of the process went as usual, and I dropped the blade into the quenching tank. As I was cleaning up, I cut myself on a sharp metal shard. I dipped my hand in the quenching tank to sterilize the cut, and naturally some blood entered the water. That is when I saw the blood doe a very unusual thing. It swiirled down to the blade laying in the bottom of the tank, and seemed to disappear into the blade itself. Though it made me wonder about the sword, I ignored it and finished the sword.

For a fortnight afterward, I was plagued by nightmares. In them, I had becone a nosferau and was stalking my prey. I awoke everytime I began to drink the blood of another. One the last night I had the nightmare, I took a walk in the night air. I cam across a young woman and for some reason, I felt compelled to follow her. I cornered her in a dead end alley. I asked for a kiss and she refused. As if not in my body, I watched my hand tilt her head back, and then my other hand raise my sword. though not of my own free will, I severed her head, but never a drop of blood fell. That is when I realized what caused the marks in the steel...a vampire.

Now my sword thirsts for blood. And since it was my hands that created it for my own use, my fate is tied to it. That is why in the course of this month, I have killed two score people. I am not insane, your Honor, the blade made me do it... you believe me, don't you?