October 18, 1441 - Limerick

     Humans are panicky, predictable creatures. They are afraid of the unknown and their responses have changed very little in all these years. I heard the angry chanting, the pounding of a hundred feet nearby, and smelled an unmistakable scent. Burning flesh, but not from a vampire like the humans had intended.

     As I watch the glow in the night sky from the fire consuming my neighbor’s home, husband, and children, I realize who their real target was. The fact that it is her home burning instead of mine proves that she protected my secret, didn’t tell them where to find me, and traded her life for mine. It’s a debt that must be repaid in blood. Those humans want me but they should be careful what they wish for.