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

Monday, February 18, 2013

December 2, 1414 – Budapest

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     Sneaking out to spend a night away from Marcella’s watchful eye was one of the best ideas I’ve had in a long time. Sure, she will be angry, but if I manage not to kill anyone tonight, she will also be impressed. Killing is not on my mind as I continue to a beauty. A vampire like me, she begged me to join her in the alley. Who could say no as she raised her dress in an invitation?
     Pressing her back against the building, I feel her body tense around me. Her moans and sharp gasps make my grip on her tighten as her fangs puncture my neck. My warm blood runs over my clavicle, staining my shirt. But something’s not right. She’s taking too much. I have heard of vampire’s like her, the nomads. I push away from her but am too weak to fight. With blurred vision, I see Marcella approach quickly, hear the woman’s screams cut short suddenly, then everything goes black.   

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