In the early days Nosferatu, the greatest hunter on land.
Would always catch whatever he wanted and always bring back enough to feed his people,
and they all respected him, but not liked. He was scary. He hunted because he liked to kill.
One night Nosferatu was hunting and he sneaked up on one of Caine's children who also was hunting.
He was sharp, but a mortal. She got her claws ready to kill Nosferatu, but he walked in to the moonlight,
and she got a look at him. She had never seen a mortal that good-looking before.
And she knew, she had to have him. She followed him, sneaking through the undergrowth while he hunted.
The more she watched him, the more she wanted him.
But she wanted to see whether he was as tough as handsome.
So she waited while he tracked a tiger and killed it in one-on-one combat.
Nosferatu just stuck a spear in it and dropped it.

Caine's child were hungry. When that vitae oozed out of the cat, she freaked.
Charged out of the jungle screaming for blood.
Nosferatu was a arrogant hunter, and defensive about his kill.
Instead of getting out of the way - he stood there.
Caine's childe busted his spear like a Tinkertoy
and backhanded him across the clearing and into a tree. Broke his spine.
When finished drinking from the cat, she turned around.
Nosferatu was writhin' like a maggot on the ground.
She was thinking again, so she finished what she had intended to do, embraced him.

Nosferatu loved being a vampire. Made his hunting even easier.
Didn't have a problem with killing people, either because it was more of a challenge.
He was the first vampire to develop Obfuscate powers.
He used Obfuscate to sneak into the middle of a tribe,
then reappear and killed them. Nosferatu was going through his growing pains.

Nosferatu hated his sire. Nosferatu wanted to be the best warrior in creation.
He hated her when she popped him that one time, one of her claws left a mark on his face.
Not even a big scar, just a little white mark on his cheek
that could barely seen even in bright torchlight - but Nosferatu was concerned,
it ruined his perfect looks. This was a other reason he started getting interested
in being invisible and changing his looks.
All he thought about was how to get his sire back when Caine wasn't looking.

Nosferatu was arrogant, not stupid. He knew he couldn't take his sire.
Tzimisce had discovered how to control his progeny through feeding them his blood.
Nosferatu sneaked up on Tzimisce one night and saw how it was done,
so he started wandering the world, staying as far away from Caine as possible,
and making children and Blood Bonding them. Most of his children were like him, vicious and cruel.
He discovered a beautiful woman bathing in a stream in the forest.
He Embraced her, but she fled before he could Blood Bond her.
He chased her, but she lost him, and he finally gave up as the sun started coming over the horizon.

Most of his children weren't as powerful as he was - just like he weren't as powerful as his sire.
Nosferatu had been a hunter and he firmly believed that when he caught and ate a bison
he gained the spirit and power of the bison. So if he could get a hold of a vampire.

So he gathered his "best" children, the ones who were the cruelest .
He and his brood made a beeline back to the cave
where Caine and his three children and their children were.
But he didn't show himself and told his childer to stay hidden.
Then he made himself invisible and spied on the others.

Nosferatu used his powers to mess himself up real bad, like he'd been hurt bad.
He waited till Caine was alone and then limped up to the Father.
Caine got concerned, because none of his children had ever been really hurt before.
He asked what happened. And Nosferatu said:
"O my Father, long I wandered in the far south.
And whilst I hunted I came upon a creature the likes of which I had never seen
- a beast half of wolf and half of man. And I approached it without malice
and spake the words of peace unto it. And it heeded
them not but sprang upon me and did to me what thou now seest."
Caine rose up in a fury, swearing to find the wolf-man and destroy it.
Caine took off, swearing vengeance on the wolf-creature and leaving the Children on their own.
Then Nosferatu started changing his shape and took the shape of his sire.
In that shape, he sneaked up on the other Twelve, one after the other.
Then he jumped his brethren, knocking them down, but carefully to let them get away.
They were scared bloodless by this turn of events - one of the Three trying to kill them.
The other Twelve ran into the jungle, hiding in caves and holes.

Nosferatu tracked them down and took back his regular shape.
He spun a story about the Three going crazy
- about how they had a craving for vampire blood.
He said that the Three wanted Caine's love for themselves,
and then he said how he thought the Thirteen oughta join together
and undo the Three before they got done. The other Twelve got worked up,
they had noticed that the Three had been looking at them funny the past few nights.
Nosferatu had been spying on the others for a time, and he knew all their little annoyances and id.
He started insinuating things about the Three, and the Twelve, and Caine,
and twisting the conversation around to his own ends.
He was looking to make his sire seem like the villain of the piece.
He said she lusted for vampire blood and had
gotten Caine's other two childer in on a little scheme to wipe the Thirteen out.

Nosferatu organized the other twelve.
He led them back to the cave, where the Three awaited Caine's return.
Nosferatu took charge of all his brethren and taught them the secret of how to hide.
Then they jumped the Three in a ambush.
Not all the wars in history were as savage as that first.
Nosferatu waited in the bushes with his children while the Three slugged it out with the Twelve.
When he saw his opportunity, he ordered his own children into the melee.
While everyone was distracted he jumped on his sire's back and sank his teeth into her neck.

Right about then everything froze.
The only sound was the slurping noise of Nosferatu sucking the life out of his sire.
As he drank he kept clawing her face up, as she'd done to him.
With a lot of blood it took her a long time to die.
By the time she was dead, Nosferatu had carved her face up.
He was feeling real good. He was feeling power.

Nosferatu stood there getting ready to drink the last of her blood,
when he was knocked down by a blow like a dozen elephants.
Caine had returned. He looked down at his dead child
and he looked at Nosferatu and for the first time noticed the tiny scar. He understood.

"For thy vanity thou hast committed the greatest crime of all," Caine said.
"Thou takest pride in thy mastery over beasts and I take thee and make thee a beast.
Thou takest pride in thy form - I take it from thee."
Caine touched Nosferatu's face and turned it into a living reflection of his anger and hate.
Then Caine said, "Thou hast created children.
I curse them, and thy entire line until the end of all things, as I do thee."
All around the world, the children of Nosferatu fell to the ground and changed.
Even the child who remained free of the Blood Bond,
the woman in the stream, was cursed. She sired us all, all who now call themselves Nosferatu.

He turned his face away from the others in shame and ran into the deepest caves.
He had Blood Bound almost all his children
and through them he vented his wrath upon mortals and vampires alike.
His Blood Bound childrens curse was stronger than ours. They became the Nictuku.

Nosferatu still lying in the cave.
He sends out dreams and nightmares to the Nictuku, and he hates the Nosferatu clan.
Somewhere in his madness, he got the idea that if he can destroy all his progeny
and present the deed to Caine as a sacrifice. Caine will forgive him and remove the curse.
Even now, he's out there somewhere, commanding the Nictuku to hunt us down.
They and their childer have been seeking us since that night, trying their damnedest to devour us all.