Hey! It's my first post on this forum. Please, forgive me my bad english:(
So there was this vampire I found in my fortress. After I found who he was, I decided to convict him for all his crimes. My hammerer immedialety took him away to his new home - a prison cell. Having my own good thoughts about this event, I went away to take care of other things.
After few months, while I was checking stocks in my hospital, I saw one of my medics conducting surgery on him. Turns out, somehow, he ended up with few broken bones, few cut open wounds and... "cannot breath" status...
After seeing that, I checked his cell - everything was in blood. I thought that my hammerer decided that his sins require something more then just eternal prison...
At least I thought it was because that back then...
Soon after, I started to be curious about strange operations conducted on vampire aprox. once per month. During first year of his hospitalisation nothing changed in his status - he spent that time on one of the hospital beds with broken bones, cut open wounds and of course... he couldn't breath all that time. Many evil questions started to appear in my head. Why my doctor was doing something to this vampire if it's not helping him? Is he experimenting with some new drugs on him? New sewing techniques? And more: Did he bribe my hammerer to bring him perfect test subject? What can be better in this role then dwarf, that cannot die?
I did meditate on this event for next year, hoping for some change, but nothing happened (exept, of course, new mysterious operations). I decided to remove bed under vampire, and see what will happen.
Well... I am sure he was happy to finally, after two years, be able to see whats after doors leading out of hospital. Problem was that... he couldn't walk. He was crawling on the floor, slowly moving to the meeting hall.
His tragic history took my heart, and I made him special place, with gold furniture and engraved walls. After month of crawling there, my best mason constructed a gold wall in the only way out from there. I was going to give him some record keeping job for a upcoming long and lonely life (but at least away from my mad doctor and hammerer), but unfortenately, he was unable to properly write with his hands also...
Since today, he is sitting there. Happy, admiring marvelous gold furniture, with broken bones, cut open wounds and of course... not breathing.