Bleak and desolate. Blank, I can think of nothing. Lost. I am searching but for what? I do not remember.....
Long ago, I was made into, what humans call a vampyre. He was a beautiful being, I could not remember his face, but that he looked like an angel his eyes were pure, his lips so full and shapely. I couldn't leave him, I wanted him to love me, to want me as I was, but he would not have me. He turned against me, he cast me out. I fell..... alone in the darkness, I did not rise, I slept the deepest sleep, as if dead. Arising in this new century, where everything has changed, my grave dug up, all the ones I knew were dead. I ran, deep into the city, the lights burning my eyes... Falling in the street, not caring if I lived or died, I layed there. Something, no someone's hands were at my waist lifting me up. His touch was that of fire, burning through me, he lifted my face to his, my vision blurred, but then I saw, his eyes, those beautiful eyes, a dark red with golden specks. He tilted his head to the side, baring his neck, I bit into it, accepting his invitation.... His blood coarsed through my veins, left me wanting more, I kept drinking till he thrust me away.... I roam the dark alone, searching for him... He who left me to hunger for him, left me wanting.....