Misguided

Prologue

They were weak. Cowards. All of them. Their military was as strong as spider's silk, but their will was as forceful as a feather. He knew that. He knew that they would bend and break at his command, being the vile and threatening creature he was. This was only fitting for the despicable monsters living under the alias of "humans" that overthrew him centuries ago. They slaughtered everyone. Burned them. Impaled them. Stoned them. Broke their jaws and shoved bricks down their throats. And they dared to call him a monster.
        A vampire such as himself were shunned from society long, long ago, and they were a sort of endangered species. Most vampires lived docile in the woods, alone and hidden. He wasn't like that. He lived close to the village; a village he had been keeping his eye on for decades. Once in a while, he would swoop in and kill a few. These actions were only to keep them in check. A kind of sacrifice, one could say. 
        The screams and weeping of the mourning delighted him. It was what he thirsted for. The vampire was always there for the burial, hidden away in the trees and snickering madly to himself. He forgot the reason he chose this particular unfortunate village for his sadistic pleasures, but he found himself addicted, for lack of better wording. This time around, however, was different. 
        A mother left her house in the pitch blackness of night, weeping and cradling a baby tightly in her arms. She knelt at the edge of the forest and gently laid the baby in a bush. It didn't make a sound; a stillborn was his guess. The woman stayed there for a few minutes, kneeling and affectionately touching the child. She finally stood and wiped her face with her sleeve. Then, the mother turned and left. She didn't look back.
        The vampire swiftly climbed down the tree he was perched in, slithering down with an almost cat-like grace. He neared the bush; the wide grin never faltered. He quietly pushed the leaves back, which revealed the baby, gagged and wrapped in a thick cloth. He would've considered it cruel if he hadn't been so delighted with his gift. As soon as the vampire removed the gag, the child wailed and screamed, which he didn't bother to hide. He wanted them to hear every second of this.
        The vampire unwrapped the cloth and let it fall to the dirt. He opened his mouth and let his tongue glide over his lips. He brought the baby close to his mouth and sunk his fangs into its soft, mushy flesh.