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

Monday, July 22, 2013

August 2, 1441 – Limerick

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     I watch her naked body until the color leaves her cheeks and her eyes haze over. Her fingers grow cold and rigid. Her clothes are scattered across the room, hanging from the dresser and laying about the floor. The sun will be up soon, shining its light on the bodies and attempting to give warmth where I have stolen it. 
     I should feel bad. I should feel the monster inside is consuming me. I should see the way the darkness has changed me. This wasn’t a vampire looking for a meal. I didn’t bite her. I didn’t taste her blood. I wrapped my hands around her neck, felt her struggle against my unmovable grip, and watched her life leave her eyes. I’ve never thought of my actions as murder because they’re not. Death is merely a product of life. But this does not feel the same because it isn’t.        

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