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

Monday, September 24, 2012

June 2, 1961 - Cleveland

     I saw her three nights ago leaving the hospital. She must have been visiting someone very ill because her eyes were red and swollen. But I can take that pain away. Two nights ago, she stayed home and I watched her through the open blinds. My mouth watered with the thought of her blood coursing down my throat and the way her skin will feel between my teeth.
     Last night, she walked her neighbor’s dog for the last time but she was not alone like she assumed she was. Tonight, she stands in the produce section sifting through the pineapples, picking a ripe one that she will never taste. I make my way toward her, knowing that I am about to introduce her to myself and a night full of pain. And it makes me smile. 

Sunday, September 16, 2012

March 16, 1482 - Berlin

     A lone sound in the house. A sort of tapping. The slow and steady dripping of blood brings the scent of happiness to my nostrils. It makes my mouth water with its pleasantness and a dark smile spreads across my face. I open my eyes to see the walls streaked with bright crimson and the smeared handprints on the door where the humans tried to escape. But it is not in me to leave witnesses.
     Stepping over the bodies that are tossed aside on the floor, I reach into my pocket and take out a wooden paw. I press it in the pooling blood at my feet and stamp its footprint pattern across the floor. When I reach the middle of the room, I stand and leave my own steps outlined in blood heading to the door. Looking back at the footprints as they change from wolf to man, I know what the humans will see. I know who they will blame. Silly humans.

Friday, September 7, 2012

August 20, 1409 - London

     I hold my stomach as pain rips through me. My screams echo in this small house and I do not even attempt to quiet them. Fire streams through my veins while my skin burns like ice. My bones ache as though they could shatter at any moment. My body is changing. Something is different. Something is happening but I don’t know what. 
     These people should not have brought me here. They should have left me in the alley.  Hunger pushes its way inside me, sending a blaze of thirst along my throat. I feel as though I haven’t eaten in days, weeks even. But something here smells delectable. It’s something I have never smelled before. I think it’s the people. And I think I want it to be them.

Monday, September 3, 2012

July 15, 1791 - Sydney

     I took Kate to the beach tonight. It was her first time seeing the Pacific. The air was still thick with the heat of the day, perfect for swimming. Although the reef would be more beautiful in the light of the day, our eyes had no trouble making out the wondrous colors in the inky black. And like the bustling city, the aquatic night life here is anything but dull. 
     Just for fun, she tried to hold her breath longer than me but that didn't work out. Thirty minutes is a long time to deal with the uncomfortable pressure in your chest that the stale air creates. But as the night came to a close, I let her win. Only once though.