320 B.C. - Vampires... we are born to be predators, we are born with wits and wisdom, and made from the fairest of things. However, despite it all... despite the gift, I longed for it, I longed for the one thing I could never have... death.
Yes, death is what I wish for, just as there are humans born with illness of the mind there are also vampires that are considered...flawed. I had wishes... wishes of the darkest things, they were to afraid to tell me I was wrong... but I read their thoughts, I pulled out their brain's and let my veins slip into them. The memories... they flowed into me like bullets out of a gun... I hated them for it, yet at the same time I loved them, their minds carried so much in such a short life, so much pain... so much love... so much hate. You may think me a mad man already, I can asure you that I am far from a man. I have sat in this tower, watching history eat my kingdom... the chair beneath me turning to dust, and me slowly slipping into darkness. I forgot what a face looked like, and how a kiss tasted, I forgot pleasure and pain, for centuries I simply just sat there and watched the window... never disturbed, I never felt the hunger... I never longed for blood, I just wanted to watch the trees blow in the wind and night turn into day.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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