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

Monday, November 19, 2012

December 26, 1906 – Melbourne

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     The theater is crowded with more people than I assumed would be here. The scent of their blood wraps itself around me, holding me in its sweet embrace. It is nearly intoxicating in such a small space. But that isn’t why I came. My eyes are fixed on the screen, focusing The Story of the Kelly Gang in all of its silent, black and white glory. I watch as the police hide under a bed making a small smile light my face. 
     I ignore the woman who walks toward me despite the burn in my throat. I’d rather pretend to be human tonight. But as she passes, the heavy scent of her blood slams into me and my smile fades. Reflexively, my body turns toward her. And as she exits the room, I inconspicuously start after her. I guess being human will have to wait. 

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