March 18, 1698 – Venice

     The sounds of beating hearts and light dancing steps flood my ears, only stifled by the impeccable rendition of Carlo Farina being played by a delicate looking man. It should be enough to sit in the corner listening to such a wonderful piece but there are too many humans here to quiet my thirst for long. The humans may hide behind their beautiful masks and refined dancing but I know their desires for this night are just as carnal and basic as my own.   

     I walk across the floor toward a young beauty, a woman full of life for mere hours longer. I raise my hand and she places her palm against mine, her glove protecting her from feeling the coolness of my skin. We dance around the room, never speaking, but never needing to. Her eyes, peeking out from behind her mask, expose her lust to me. I am sure she can see desire in mine as well but if she would only look closer, she would see the hunger and greed that fuels it. The same hunger and greed that will take her life and appease my own.