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


Monday, August 11, 2014

January 8, 1592 - Arbois

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     The smell of bread fills the small kitchen. With flour dusting her hair, she dances across the floor with steps as light as the traces of perfume she leaves hanging in the air. Beautiful and vibrant, she brightens my otherwise dark existence. Considering herself as food connoisseur, she has shown me her world through flavors and textures. 
     But my brief flirtation with a normal life shatters as quickly as the glass that falls from her hand when she sees my dark eyes. I tried to hide them from her but the monster inside me ruined yet another opportunity to forget what I really am. Her world has a plethora of choices but the only palatable thing offered in my world is her. As she stares back at me, I realize that now she knows that too.

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