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

Monday, July 23, 2012

September 18, 1932 - Paris

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     I sit on the bed staring at her lifeless body long enough for her blood to begin flaking from my skin. Feeling my fangs beneath my lips, I curse myself for losing control again. Killing the humans means very little when you are looking for prey but she was different. This isn't how I planned for this to end. I just wanted her, to feel her flesh against mine, but it was too much. My thirst took over. The monster inside me lashed out and another carnal instinct was satisfied instead.
     I cannot stare at her naked corpse any longer. The guilt pulls my eyes away from the pain I have caused as I try to focus on how I will clean this up before the quickly approaching sunrise.

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