A burning fire from within, a flame that can never be extinguished. This flame burns eternal. A desire without fear of consequences and that has no morale. A covet that no mortal could ever comprehend. Stronger than the wanting for sex, money, or power. It is an unwavering craving, an uncontrollable hunger, that is disenchanted. To say the least. A ravenous famish that will never be satisfied.
Blood is what drives our every moment of existence. It is magnificent and powerful. To immortals blood is more than just a food for survival. Within the composition of cruor there is an intricate matrix that affects immortals differently and majestically. The life blood is also warm, thick, with a slight metallic taste to it. It has a control over me that would be enough to send a sane man into insanity. Just merely thinking about it, I can taste the sweet elixir of life on my lips. I yearn for more and more. My favorite indulgence is the taste of young pure bloods as you mortals would call them virgins, their hemoglobin is the most naturally unrefined. Delicious....
As vampires we know when we are in the presence of one another. We have retained the old authoritarian instincts, we can sense each other. To an earthly we look just like you. It is very difficult to know when you're in the comportment of one of our own.We all are a pale ash white, cold, beautiful, yet dangerous. We feel nothing- no envy, no shame, no pity, No remorse. We can feel nothing for humans, all they are is a food source and our play things. We have no differentiation between right and wrong. Survival of the fittest is all we as vampires know. I am somehow different than other vampires. I am able to feel emotions like my mortal counterparts. I do not know if there are others that are similar to me. I must find my equals. There must be other vampires that are able to feel things that humans feel when they are not by nature supposed to feel emotions. I must hide this at all cost from my kind. If they ever found out they would deem me as a freak or a threat. I would be forced to be an outcast. Then I would have to go before the council of the hierarchy elders of the ancient vampires. I do believe the outcome of the punishment would be severe. Most likely it would be death by decapitation.
This is not the immortality that I had envisioned prior to being turned from my former mortal life. I had no idea that I would be waiting for an absolution that would never come. I am very troubled to be this way- so lonely, so empty, so angry for my mortality being taken away from me. I had no choice in the matter, my master took my humanity without my consent. He took my life from me without a single hesitation. This is my eternal damnation, my personal purgatory for all of eternity now.
Master Darius Aragon was the oldest of all vampires. He was 1,062 years old in vampire years, but to a human he looked no older than 48 years old. He came from the bloodline of the Aragon's, the most powerful and oldest of all vampires. He has long, dark, straight, hair, it is a chestnut color. He has a deep jawline with high cheekbones and slight dimples on his cheeks. His silhouette is tall at 6'6"and he has a mesomorph body style. His eyes are as dark as the night, his skin is as pale white as snow.
I should be grateful to my Master Darius Aragon, for he has taken me under his wing. He taught me all about survival. He showed me how to exist, in this new age world without being seen or heard. " No one must ever know of our existence! " We would become another extinct species, if that were to ever be revealed. "Protect only our own kind!" " This is the only way to guarantee our existence and our survival." Master has always said this to me.
My name is Stephan Aragon I am now son to Darius Aragon. I am 462 years old in vampire years. To the mortals I appear as though I am only 25 years old. I am very tall and slender. I stand in at 6'4" with an ectomorph body style. I have shoulder- length jet black hair, my eyes are a blue like the deep of the ocean, chalky white is my pale skin. There is no heart that beats within this body. There is no warm blood that runs its course through these veins. This body is dead- completely lifeless. It contains no soul within. It appears as though I am breathing to the mere earthly. It fact it is nothing more than a muscle reflex, that our predecessors have taught us over the course of generations. It is merely an illusion for the mortals. Mortals think that we are alive, but in fact we are not. We are the undead. Not the undead like a zombie, but we are the living undead. We live amongst the humans- cohabitating and blending in. After all we look just like you, we sound like you, we act like you. But we are not you. We must blend in with our surroundings to ensure the survival of our species. We are the inanimate's . We are at the top of the food chain, humans are not. We have no predators for humans are our prey. We have lived in the shadows for thousands of years. Lurking, stalking, pouncing, on our prey swiftly like a rapacious cougar. You will never see us coming.
