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

Monday, November 5, 2012

June 19, 1441 - Limerick

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     I step over the body on the floor and pour another bucket of boiling water into the pedestal tub. Swirling my hand, I mix the cold and hot water until it is the same temperature as blood. It did take more humans than I thought it would to give the water the crimson color I was going for. Now with a weaker scent and thinner consistency, it is close enough to the real thing to make my throat burn.
     Getting into the hardened pottery tub, I sink into the deep red mixture. Sliding down, I submerge myself and open my eyes. Dark and smooth, it caresses my body, wrapping it in unimaginable pleasure. I lie, covered by the bloody mixture, until it becomes uncomfortable to hold my breath. Rising out of the water, I let the crimson stream over my skin and drip from my hair. Looking around the room at the bodies scattered on the floor, I smile. Happy birthday to me.  

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