These are the journal entries of a centuries old vampire, Nicolas Rider. Welcome to his world...

Sunday, August 26, 2012

July 4, 1923 - Chicago

     Eyes everywhere were on the sky. Fireworks blazed across the moon, lighting up the night around the humans. But they should have been watching me. They should have been watching their families and friends as I pulled them into the shadows. They could have so easily seen the explosions in the sky reflecting in their neighbor’s frightened pupils. Could have seen the last breath leave their friend’s lips. Could have watched as I dumped another body in the alley.
     But they didn’t. Nobody ever does.

Monday, August 20, 2012

April 27, 1861 - Mobile

     Sleep did not find me today. And how could it have? Not with a new vampire writhing in pain and screaming as his body turned. The hardwood floors were not dense enough to muffle the sounds well and his foul mouth only had my blood boiling. Why would Marcella turn him? Arrogant and brash, he is not someone I would have chosen for this life. I would not have even given him the merciful death he was begging for. Sure, I could have explained to him that fighting the change only prolongs it but he would not have listened. He is unyielding to any opinion that is not his own.
     Secretly, I am hoping that Luther does not survive the first year as so many new vampires do not. Because I have the feeling that every day he is alive will be a long and painful one. At least, it will be for me. 

Monday, August 13, 2012

November 23, 1754 - St. Petersburg

     Tonight is a special night. It is Kate's first night outside without Marcella scrutinizing her every move. After six years of conversations, I finally get to spend a night out with my new found friend. When I saw her as a human, I never imagined that she could mean so much to me in such a short amount of time.
     A few trips down the slides should start our evening right especially since I have explained the seventy foot ice hills to her several times and watched her eyes light up with enthusiasm each time. Then maybe we will get in some dancing and a quick bite. Despite the fact that she has to be home early, I want her to know the happiness she brings me but I have to wait for night to cover the earth and this clock is not moving quickly enough for me.

Monday, August 6, 2012

August 20, 1409 - London

     Pain is my new life. The insatiable burning in my throat beckons me to drink and my hands tremble from the thirst. My body aches from deprivation though I have tried to appease it. My breaths grow jagged as I close my eyes, trying not to see the events of last night. I try not to think of my body changing in the alley or the slaughtering of so many that I once cared about. I find my neighbor's blood enticing now, to say the least. Clutching his body, I pulled him into the shadows with me to hide from the sun and fill my belly but I am still empty inside. Not simply from the hunger that drives me but from everything I've lost. I have no home, no family, and no future. What did I do to deserve this hell? Life imprisoned as a monster?