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


Tuesday, June 11, 2019

April 3, 1938 - Cleveland

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     Headlines scream across the front page, another missing person. Another body waiting to be found. Another family full of heart break. He thinks he is invincible; that nobody can outsmart him. But hunting is not about outsmarting anyone. It is about being cunning, ruthless, and patient.  Waiting to find your perfect opportunity, exploit it, and continue to go unnoticed.  But he has been noticed. Far too much. This human is bringing too much unwanted attention to my hunting grounds. Too many police paroling the dark alleys and shady streets in hopes of preventing more bodies. His monster is interfering with mine. So while he watched her, my eyes stalked him. 
     As he believes himself to be untouchable, it will be my teeth that pierce his skin. And while he begins to view himself as some type of god, it will be his undeniably moral blood that quenches my thirst. Unlike his victims, the police will not his body. My killings are far less untidy, and far less ostentatious than his. Another unidentified serial killer off of the streets. Just a predator consumed by another predator. The police have not been able to find him; but he cannot hide from me.  Nobody saved her and nobody will stop me. 


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