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

Monday, June 17, 2013

May 3, 1820 - Mérida

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     Walking along Paseo de Montejo, I glide my fingers over the city gates. The walls here were meant to keep out the revolts of the Mayans but they do not keep out the real dangers. They do not stop me from strolling the city streets, seducing the naïve and young women, or preying on the precocious men. Even at night the wealth and charm in this city is easily seen.     
     As I meander along, a dark-skinned beauty approaches. Her skin is moist from the heat, a bead of sweat rolls down her neck, tracing her vein. My throat burns with hunger and greed. Her eyes meet mine as she passes, stopping me in my tracks. I watch her for a moment until she glances back at me with a coy smile and my thirst surrenders to a much more persuasive need. I start toward her; after all, I am still a man.

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