I have been around for centuries. Those who were closest to me were forgotten. I don't even remember... why am I who I am?
I am nothing more than a killer, a murderer. I have killed many, yet, I felt no regret or guilt as I devour them. This life is painful. I am hunted by many and can bear it no longer. Finally, I have found someone worthy to be by my side... someone who survived my bite, yet she seems to hate me for the gift I gave her... the gift of eternal life...
 xVampyr · Tue May 05, 2009 @ 04:02am · 0 Comments |
