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

Friday, September 7, 2012

August 20, 1409 - London

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     I hold my stomach as pain rips through me. My screams echo in this small house and I do not even attempt to quiet them. Fire streams through my veins while my skin burns like ice. My bones ache as though they could shatter at any moment. My body is changing. Something is different. Something is happening but I don’t know what. 
     These people should not have brought me here. They should have left me in the alley.  Hunger pushes its way inside me, sending a blaze of thirst along my throat. I feel as though I haven’t eaten in days, weeks even. But something here smells delectable. It’s something I have never smelled before. I think it’s the people. And I think I want it to be them.

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