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• The year is 2018, my how the centuries have passed so quickly. I lean back in my overstuffed leather chair and slowly scan the books upon books in my library. My mind flashes back to all the battles I've seen, the bloody wars, the death, slowly the tip of my tongue glides over my sharpened canines as I mentally reminisce over my favorite meals.
• Stirred from my reverie by the sound of high pitched screaming from below it occurs to me its mealtime. I close my eyes and send a mental message to my priestesses, they acknowledge and busily move about to prepare my dine. Rising from my chair I close my eyes again to open them in the great dining hall.
• Settling myself into a grand seat my mind wanders back to the fateful night my heart was stopped. How innocent I was, young and full of ambition. A tavern owner, making a pretty coin providing respite for weary travelers and plenty of fine drink for the beautiful ladies and handsome gents of the village.
• Then one fateful evening a man I'd never seen before entered my tavern, he was curious looking, wiry, pale, with dark brooding eyes and when he smiled one lip curled in a sneer. The attraction was like an explosion, fascinated I could not pull my eyes from him. He sat across from me asking what I drank , I blushed and whispered tequila.
• That evening we laughed and drank, his cold hands holding mine across the bar, our eyes locked on each other liked to two animals sizing their prey. Later we fell into bed, tearing at each other, devouring each other until both of us were spent.
• In a weakened state I begged for it to happen, OH I knew what he was I'd heard tale of his kind but my hunger for him was insatiable, I had to be with him. He stroked my cheek, whispered for me to close my eyes, I obeyed trembling beneath him. It started with a gentle kiss that grew into torrents of flames and screams of agony I would later learn were my own. He held me tight until the pain subsided. I lay there in a stupor, exhausted, and then, he was gone. I was slipping I could feel it, panicking where did he go?
• I heard it , as if I'd never heard that sound before I heard it crisp, clear. The whimpers of an infant coming closer, closer, my eyes widened, nostrils flaring, he entered the room with a swaddled child and I knew at that point all of my humanity had gone, I wanted that child with every tingling nerve ending...and so my personal lust began. ....
• My preference is children...infants to be exact, but many a tavern guest fell before me begging for their lives, their blood was rich, but not as pure as a child's, as close to heaven as a vampire will ever get. You can hear the Cherubim sings as you drain them, beautiful, timeless, if you close your eyes you can see them angelic and perfect. That is God teasing me for giving into the desire of one man. It's my morphine, my addiction.
• Slowly the dining hall doors open entering My Priestesses both carrying a wicker basket in each hand with soft mewls escaping from them. Placing them at my feet, I nod and lean to open one of the baskets. "Oh how precious, shes beautiful." I smile broadly , gently lifting the bundle from its basket. I drop my head to inhale the sweet doll, shuddering as my desire intensifies. My eyes blacken and roll into my head as I impale the angel on my fangs drawing her deeply into my mouth, her essence flowing into me freely, nary a scream escapes her, but moans of guttural delight resonate from deep within my throat. Spent I toss her to the floor unceremoniously and nod to the girls to send in a Lycan for clean up.
• I am an abomination, I am everything that is evil in the world. My followers are many of all races, we hide in the shadows, hunting you, killing you. We delight in agony and the pain of others.