My story begins rather different than most, you see I am already at an end. My end to be exact, although even in death you may still find love, you may still crave the warmth of flesh long after yours has gone cold. I think it was the warmth inside that drew me to her; it was what gave my long cold body the felling of lust once again. It is that reason that I felt my story should be shared after all this time. I hope you feel the same after you read my tale of woe and want, maybe even bring out the Dark dreams within you.
The year was 1897 the dawning of a new era was upon us. I myself have witnessed countless ages and seen many changes to the world. Suffering alone for many years wandering; searching for something I could never have, a life.
My kind was never greeted with open arms; all the stories of blood baths and child snatching had given my ancestors a reputation that I would have to live with for all eternity. My maker, my father if you will was one who relished in these tales telling me the stories of his father and grandfather before him stalking would be knights looking to make a name for themselves. I still faintly remember as a child sitting alone in the dark streets crying for a mother I never had though pity was bestowed on me from the high class aristocrats, wealthy women looking to make a difference in the sorry world, father called them spoiled blood. In my elder years I found myself craving these high classes; these spoiled bloods. To my taste they were sweeter, nothing like the wine of the rich I always say. It was my taste of fine living that brought me to her, the picture of everything it meant to be alive, the curves of her body shaped like the heart of a child. At this time I was more worried of what my father would do if he found me lusting over a human.
My childhood or rather what I can remember of it was a strict discipline over the rights and wrongs of humanity and why we, the dominant species, were forced into hiding. Any questioning I made was answered with punishment; cuts and breaks may heal more rapid for me but the pain lingers forever. Alas the love I felt inside was greater than any pain my father could bestow. I knew I had to have her, to taste her, she would be mine forever.
It was days before I found her place of residence and days more before I would bring my plans to fruition. I made my way to her home late one night following her like a tiger would its pray, the young girl company she kept I assumed to be a sibling, they held hands like school children giggling and laughing loudly the whole way. As they entered the home I waited till midnight, with the knowledge they would be sound asleep, then I would make my lover my bride. To her window I crept like the creatures of the ancient stories but through the glass I gazed upon her not asleep but awake and in motion, the sight of which shocked me my plans were ruined. I stayed and waited nothing would drive me from my lover. With time her motions grew more rapid and the moans coming from her were not those of pain but pleasure, the anger grew inside of me, my lover was bedding with another. My curiosity and anger peaked I gazed upon her waiting to see the face of the man who was to lose his life.
