Eternal Hunger12:17 Apr 03 2025
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I write this under the cover of darkness, where whispers coil like smoke, and the pulse of the world slows to a tremor beneath my feet. They call themselves "vampires"—those who dress in silk and lace, who stain their lips red and call it hunger. They are children playing in the bones of something they will never understand.
A real vampire is not a creature of fantasy. We do not sparkle. We do not pity ourselves, nor do we revel in the tragic poetry of our existence. We are predators, entities of shadow and thirst. We do not beg for sympathy, nor do we ask for permission to be what we are. We take what is needed, and in the taking, we remind the world that its nightmares are real.
Blood is power, yes, but it is not the whole of it. Blood is merely the conduit, the pulse of energy that binds the weak to their flesh. A true vampire does not simply drink; we consume, we feed on life force, on the essence that mortals squander. Some call us monsters. Fools. We are the final evolution, stripped of humanity’s weakness, existing beyond the fragile veil of morality.
The Hunger is more than need—it is truth. It is the whisper in the dark corners of your mind, the cold breath against your neck when you are alone. It is not just about survival; it is about dominion. To hunger is to own what lies before you, to take it, to become it.
And yet, we walk unseen. We do not parade our nature to the blind masses who would call us insane or label us myth. They do not deserve to know. The true ones, the ancient ones, move in silence, cloaked in the ignorance of those who refuse to believe. We are the patient plague, the hidden wolves among sheep.
You may have met one of us and never known. You may have felt the weight of an unseen presence watching, your breath hitching, your skin prickling with the primal knowing that you are prey.
If you feel this now, it is too late.
For I am near. And I am always hungry.
COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
20:05 Apr 03 2025
Nice words
MisterSacrifice
22:06 Apr 03 2025
Well that's very enthlightening
Unless I'm imagining it, could my experience be correct?: I think I have several times been on the edge of being "devoured"; to encounter someone with a literally ascorbing aura which feels like it's slowly going inside you and you feel kind of almost mesmerized, paralyzed and unable to stay strong against it...
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