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

Sunday, September 16, 2012

March 16, 1482 - Berlin

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     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.

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