Saccrine Du Sang

Preface

Make me immortal in that realm
where movement is accordant to wish,

-(Rig Veda 9,113,8-9)

2) Suffering is caused by desire, or thirst (tanha) to experience existence

-one of the noble truths of Buddhism

Preface:

Blood, thirst and hiding, it's all I have ever known. I am no longer living, I am surviving. I've been running since the night of my rebirth in 1890 and never stopped, not in 130 years. And i was running from him, my Father. The one who turned me. He was the most vile person on the earth, with no regards to anybody but himself. Before I turned, I remember my father talking about my...kind. Bloodsuckers, soul sealers, night walkers, parasites, leeches, Sanguinarians, all other words for the true monsters we are, vampires. He spoke of them as if they were a fable, I never really believed and i never gave much thought to it. When I grew up, I went away to university. I left my city in Manhasset New York, and I travelled overseas, to learn more about other cultures, learn about my pre-birth history, before i were to settle down, then I received a letter telling me to come home because my father was sick. I rushed home not knowing what I was coming home to, but I will never forget. I was 30 when I came home, and i've been 30 ever since.
Since my 'birth', much to my chagrin (no thanks to my father) I have learned much more about our world. I've come to more of an understanding, and I am getting use to the changes like heightened smell and brisk reflexes, but there's one thing I will never get used to. It was faint at first, a hum, a light ringing. But then I felt it. The hum a distant memory, but in its place a pulse, a forceful pull. No longer was I running away, but running towards something, someone. I don't know what it is, but the closer I get, the stronger it feels, and the stronger it smells. Everything in me is telling me to let it go, but that is not possible, not anymore. It's become an obsession and I will not stop until I am able to find the source.