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

Monday, June 10, 2013

February 2, 1521 – Athens

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     I can smell his musky wolf scent from the shadows but the temptation of her human blood outweighs the risks. Hand in hand, they watch the Aegean Sea tumble into the cliffs below. My mouth waters, making my fingers dig gouges into the tree I am peering from. I charge quickly but his superb hearing tips him off and in a flash, he throws her like a doll into the nearby Temple of Poseidon. As she skids on the cold stone floor, I abruptly stop in front of the columns. Unable to enter a place of worship, even an ancient one, my glare turns to him.
    Wondering why he makes no effort to phase into his wolf form, I expose my fangs in an angry hiss. He urges her to stay where she is despite what happens to him but I tell by the panic in her eyes, she will run. Then it hits me, he hasn’t changed because she doesn’t know what kind of beast he really is. He is willing to die to keep it from her. A cruel smile spreads across my face, I am willing to oblige him with that and fear will chase her out of the safety of the temple.   

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