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

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

October 11, 1601 – Seljalandsfoss

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     Sitting behind the falls, I watch the water cascade down and ripple away, disappearing into the night. I long for the same escape, to hide from my thirst, to find the human buried inside. My heart still beats but I am not alive. My breath still fogs the air but it is as faint as my soul. Humans trust me but I miss being worthy of it. I crave feeling human almost as much I as crave tasting their blood. 
     As I watch a young girl walk to the edge of the water, I make my choice, to be what I am or who I am. Kneeling down, she gathers the water, her fingers grazing the coolness of it. I could taste her blood, let the crimson stain the ambiance, let it warm me as it streams over my lips. I could let her walk away, never knowing how near her death was. It’s a sin to kill something so beautiful but I’m not that innocuous. I watch her closely and make my choice. 

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