posted on Jan, 5 2008 @ 03:39 AM
As I sink into the big sleep, I remember that night so long ago when you drank my blood as I licked your wounds. It was then that I realized that
blood is the life!
From then til now, there have been many, many victime of my dark travails. Some friends when the hunger was too much to bear. Mostly strangers and
people who crossed me at one point or another.
It's been a lonely search and struggle to survive this dark existence, as there are few of my ilk around.
There are those who hunt us, much as we hunt for those of regular society who are for the most part are ignored or outcast for one reason or
another. To go for others would make society more aware of the existence of creature of the night such as I, thus increasing the danger to creatures
My senses have made me as paranoid as the coyote. This paranoia has made both the coyote and creatures such as I more fully and intimately and
fearfully aware of everything that is going on around us.
And now you'll have to excuse me as I must do what I really had invited you here for. I must drink your blood to satisfy my hunger.
He never had time to react before I pinned the reporter in the chair and took a big bite into his neck and started eagerly drinking the blood that
flowed from his veins!