Ever watchful, ever hungry, every night... for eternity. I am the dead, but long from gone. Cursed to walk the night, and shun the sun. My once loving kiss, has become the gift of oblivion. Ever resentful of the mortals on whom I feed, a bittersweet sorrow has become my creed.

A kinship with my brothers of the night hath been but mine only reward. If my heart were not cold I could love them, like the family I never had, but ultimately they become my adversary. All of us competing on the same ground.

Devout love has no meaning for me now. Passing fancy becomes lust and release, with only emptiness. A life without meaning, souls forever lost, we are the vampyres. 'Til the dawn shall make us dust.

 

@--;- K.S