I have a question....when is the last time that you felt alive and great? have a light feeling, relax, not thinking about the problem?
I felt that when i was 10 since 1804, just having fun, eating apple under the tree, imagining things, think like an ordinary people......
My heart want to feel that kind of feeling again.....
but then it stops when i met the person that i hate very much. I stop aging, craving for blood, thinking to kill people every night. I hate it....i hate it because it felt great. I never wanted this but it happen because of that person. I turned people, i kill them if im bored. And its not just a few of them turned like me....thousands of them.
So its been 210 years living in this world since 1794 full of unexplained creature, unexplained things.
My name is Sherie Blakebelle and this is my story.
