Always remember to breathe...
Notes from the diary of a hungry vampire…
When I’ve fed from murderers, and rapists I’ve had mixed experiences. On one side, the people in the towns and cities where I’ve done it don’t seem to mind that those people are gone. They experience some sort of relief when, as they say, “evil has been cleansed” or “justice has been served”… On the other side, when I’ve fed from their blood, I’ve also fed on their memories, and as mine, their memories are those of a monster whose hunger had to be fed… On those days, even after so many years, I am amazed of how much of a monster I still find myself to be.
